Derek knows that Stiles is still mad at him because she is refusing to even look in his direction as she, Kate, and Derek are in the same examination room waiting for Melissa. Kate stands beside him, her hand almost possessively on his shoulder as she prefers to stand rather than sit next to Stiles, who lays on the examination table, looking very interested at the posters on the wall. You can cut the tension with a knife.

Derek has been wanting to apologize to Stiles since their fight, but it just so happened that Kate decided that she wanted to spend more time together and not in the bonding sense either. It was like she knew that Derek had something to hide. As far as Derek knows, she isn't even aware that he had even visited Stiles, much less got into a fight with her. She hadn't even bothered asking him where he had gone, but with the way things were lately, Derek didn't bother volunteering information.

Derek still thinks about the last thing Stiles said to him two weeks ago.

There are worse things than a shapeshifter who gives in to their animal instincts.

He knew who she was talking about and agreed with her just a bit. Gerard needed to be taken out permanently. His family's reign of terror on shapeshifters and other creatures needed to end a decade ago, probably even before then. God knows what he has been doing since that time.

The silence is starting to get to him. It's been like this since Stiles showed up at the Hale house, and while Kate seemed to entirely comfortable with the mood, Derek dreads the possibility of facing five more months of them just sitting in silence as they prepare to protect their future.

The door to the room finally opens with Boyd escorting Melissa, "This place has changed since the last time I was here," Melissa comments as she settles on the stool that had been tucked under the counter and uses it to slide over to Stiles. "How are we feeling today?"

"Pretty good," Stiles admits. "If you consider the smell of food making me wanna puke."

Melissa laughs at the statement, "Scott tells me you get cranky from your morning sickness, but it's perfectly normal at this stage. It should be gone in about two more weeks."

"Joy," Stiles comments without sounding completely enthusiastic.

"You've dealt with worse," Melissa tells her with an encouraging smile before she focuses on the couple in the room. "I assume everyone in here has been given the okay to be in here. Not to cause unneeded stress for Stiles and the baby?" She questions aloud but is mainly looking at Derek.

Yeah, Derek, she knows exactly what you said.

"All good here," Derek assures her with a respectful smile.

"Excellent," Melissa says, returning a smile as well. "Let's go ahead and get started."

Stiles pulls up the t-shirt she is been wearing, the bump bigger than what Derek remembers from two weeks ago as Melissa sets up the equipment for the ultrasound.

Once Melissa is ready, she applies a gel on the bump, causing Stiles to gasp in surprise, "You did that on purpose."

Melissa laughs, seeing that Derek and Kate are giving them lost expressions, "She hates the cold."

"Only slightly," Stiles informs them.

Melissa begins to move the transducer around, "There's your baby." She points to the monitor that the transducer is connected. She turns a knob on a machine and a rapid beating sound is fills in the room, "And there's the heartbeat."

Derek looks at the screen in awe, a smile spreads across his face. He doesn't even realize it until it happens, but Stiles' hands moved towards his, enclosing it around hers as she stares at the monitor in awe, Derek feels a tingle within him.

Why did this feel so right?

"I see 10 fingers and toes," Melissa reports. "Heartbeat is a little fast, but nothing to be worried about. I don't see anything out of the ordinary." She continues to stare at the screen herself, "She is perfectly healthy."

"It's a girl?" Derek questions his voice in a whisper.

"Yep," Melissa says proudly. "A beautiful healthy girl."

"It's a girl," Derek beams at Kate.

"I see," Kate says in amazement with a smile of hers almost matching his but as soon as Derek turns back to screen, her smile disappears because seeing the baby on the screen isn't the only that Kate sees though.

She also sees that Stiles and Derek haven't let go of each other's hand and while she knows that she should feel some type of way, she doesn't. She'll punish him later, but right now she has other things that are more important that she needs to focus on…

A week later, during a night of the full moon, Derek can't shake the feeling of urgency. Like something was wrong. He chalks up to the full moon that he is watching from the window. It has been years since he did a free run of his own, letting the wolf in him come to the surface. He's almost tempted to do so, and he doesn't have any reason not to.

Kate had taken a sudden trip out of the blue. Did he know where? Not even a clue and though she refused to tell him where she was going, Derek knows that he was getting punished for some reason that he doesn't even know.

Boyd and Erica, no doubt, were having their private free run together and nothing needed his immediate attention, so he doesn't see why not.

Everything around him is peaceful, so why did he feel like he wasn't at peace?

His phone rings as if to respond to his question, "Hello?"

"Derek, it's Lydia," Lydia's voice tells from the other end. "I need you to get to the Preserve as soon as you can."

He doesn't need to be told twice as he runs out of the house because while Lydia had been on the phone with him, he heard fighting and someone screaming in the background.

"I'm sorry," Malia tells Stiles as they are both in the basement of the Stilinski home.

"It's not your fault." Stiles assures her, "You're still learning."

"Scott seemed to be hurt bad." She grunts, trying to break away from the restraints that are connected to the basement walls. She has sweat coming from her forehead and breathing heavily.

"Scott is fine," Stiles assures. "He will heal. The others are taking care of him."

This doesn't seem to settle Malia's nerves, "But what if I hurt you?"

"You're not going to."

"But I want to." Malia announces as she tries to make a jump at Stiles, only to get pulled back against the wall, "Uh! I look at your face and I want to slash at it. I want to tear at it." She rants, getting more and more worked up, "I want to feel your bones crack between my hands."

Stiles remains calm and doesn't flinch at Malia's vivid details, "Surprisingly enough, you're not the first person to ever say something like that." Malia growls in response, "I promised you that I would help you learn control." Stiles reminds her, "I'm keeping my word."

"Stiles please," Malia begs as she manages to finally break one of the restraints on the wall. She knows that it is only a matter of time before the other comes undone. "Please run."

But Stiles remains persistent, even with her standing on the other side of the room, "I'm not going to run." Stiles tells her, "I know your senses are overloaded right now, but just focus on the sound of my voice."

"Listen to mine!" Malia shouts as she manages to snap off the last restraint, freeing herself completely, "Run!" She warns as her eyes start glowing blue.

Derek arrives at the Stilinski residence to find Lydia waiting for him in the driveway. He can already sense that something is wrong because he can smell blood in the air.

"What happened?" He questions as he makes his way down the driveway.

Lydia doesn't answer his question but tells him. "She's in the basement with Stiles."

It's all Derek needs to know before he tries to take off into the house, leaving Lydia behind. However, Lydia stops him when she grabs him by the arm, "But first there's something that you need to do before you go down there."

Derek hurries to the basement but slows down when he hears Stiles' voice, causing him to stop at the bottom step. He takes a careful step to the door but stops just before the threshold.

Inside the room, he sees Stiles standing in front of the coyote with her back to him. Unlike his two experiences with Malia, Derek notes that her scent is mixed with fear and guilt rather than aggression.

"Malia…" Stiles calls to her gently. Malia gives a small head tilt at the sound of Stiles' voice, "Focus on the sound of my voice." Stiles takes a careful step toward her, but Malia backs away into the little space she has left into a corner. "You're not going to hurt me," Stiles assures her, seeing that Malia is still worried. "I don't think you want to hurt me." Stiles says, taking a knee in front of the animal, "And I think maybe you're so afraid of hurting me because of what happened to your family."

Derek thinks about Lydia told him; "When you get to the basement, no matter what you see, you need to stay calm and not go inside," Lydia advises him. "Because Malia isn't a typical case of a shapeshifter who purposely embraces their animal instinct."

"What do you mean?"

"She didn't know about her supernatural abilities until some hunters shot up her family's car that prompted her to shift and lose control," Lydia shares with him. "Her mother and her sister were in the car at the time and they…"

Lydia doesn't need to finish her sentence for Derek to know what she is talking about.

Derek watches as Malia simply stares taking in Stiles' words. Stiles reaches out for her with an open hand. Malia lets out a small whine. "I know. I know." Stiles chants, "But it wasn't your fault. What happened to them wasn't your fault. We'll help you through this. I'll help you through it."

Malia lets out a whine, "You will, but you need to listen to what I say, understand?" Malia blinks her eyes as in response, "I need you to remember your anchor. Remember it has to be something meaningful to you." Stiles continues coaching her, "Bind yourself to it. Keep the human side in control." Malia lets out another small rumble, "Anchors don't always have to be present in your life." Stiles replies, "Even the memories of the ones you've lost are enough to keep your human side in control."

The coyote seems to be listening to her words, as she closes her eyes, following Stiles' instructions. In doing so, Derek sees that she slowly transforms into a human. When she does, Malia opens her eyes as they glow blue as tears roll down her cheeks.

"You did it," Stiles says with pride, moving close and pulling her into her arms, "You did such a great job."

Derek and Stiles watch as Lydia and Malia make their way off the porch as Lydia takes Malia home.

However, Malia keeps giving Stiles unsure glances as they near Lydia's car.

"You'll be okay," Stiles assures her with an assuring tone. Malia grunts at the assurance, but her eyes switch over to Derek, who is standing right beside her. "Derek is a friend," Stiles tells her. "He'll make sure I'm okay for the evening."

But her words, don't seem to win Malia over.

"Maybe you should tell her yourself," Stiles whispers to him.

Derek sees that Malia still hasn't taken her eyes off him. "Nothing will happen to her under my watch," Derek says without hesitation, "I promise." In a way to solidify his vow, Derek lets his eye flash their Alpha red to which Malia's respond with their blue.

"Come on, Malia," Lydia calls, standing by the driver's side of her car getting her attention. "There's still some leftover deer from the other night."

Malia breaks into a smile, eagerly hurrying to the car and not a minute sooner Lydia and Malia are on the road.

Stiles turns to go inside, but Derek stops her with a question, "Do you have a second?"

"I do actually," She responds. "Come on in."

She leads him into the living room, that is seemingly repaired and undamaged like it was two weeks ago, where she offers him a seat on the couch. She takes a seat next to him in a comfortable chair, "I wanted to apologize for overstepping my boundaries," He tells her, which seems to surprise her. "And you are right, I did act like I knew everything about your friends and after what I witnessed tonight, I'm sorry."

"Thank you," Stiles tells him, giving him a friendly expression. "It means a lot. And to be honest, I understood where you were coming from after Lydia and Scott made some very good points that I couldn't argue with. I'm sorry too." She offers him her hand, "Are we good?"

Derek briefly stares at her hand.

In all the fights he has had with Kate, never once did it occur to him that she never made sure that things were okay with them. Nor did she never owned up in her part in causing the fights in the first place. It was always him. Always him feeling bad and apologizing just because he did something she didn't like or agreed with. Always him being the bad the guy.

He takes her hand, "Yeah, we're good." He struggles to let go of her hand when his eyes fall to her stomach. The bump had gotten bigger within the last week he saw it.

"Go ahead," Stiles offers gently. Derek looks to her giving him a warm smile, "It's only natural."

Derek reaches forward, hands slightly hesitant as his fingertips touch her stomach. That is far as he is willing to go, but to his surprise, Stiles presses a hand over his, allowing his palm to lay completely out on her stomach.

"I can feel her," He whispers in a soft tone.

"Soon, you'll be able to feel her kick," Stiles offers. She watches him as he is engrossed with her bump and Stiles swears that her heart flutters, "I want you to have something." She stands as she reaches for an envelope that is placed on the end table to the couch, "I know that this process hasn't been easy for you and Kate due to secrecy and all, but I figure you should have this."

She holds out the envelope to him, which he takes it carefully.

She watches as Derek opens the envelope, taking out the sonogram pictures that Melissa had delivered to her earlier that night. She watches his face soften even more than it did a week ago, but when he looks into her eyes, she feels something there. Something that she can't describe in words.

But she didn't need words. Because for her Derek standing up from the couch and holding her gently his arms is all she needs.

"Thank you." He mutters into her ear.

For Derek, this is hope for his kind, hope for a family, hope for the future. And he while he is unsure about how things would play out in the end; Derek knows one thing for certain. He is glad to be sharing it with Stiles.

Scott visits Stiles for breakfast the following morning, "I thought that the morning sickness was supposed to go away by this point," Scott questions.

"Your mom said it should be going away soon," Stiles groans and closing her eyes as he presses a cool cloth to her forehead. "But right now, I feel like I've been run over by a truck." She takes in a slow inhale, "I'm willing to bet that the baby is a werewolf if I feel like shit."

"You look like shit too," Scott offers.

Stiles swats at him, "Thanks you ass." Scott laughs as she misses him completely, "How are you though? Malia didn't injure you too badly?"

"Nothing a good night's sleep couldn't fix," Scott informs her. "Speaking of Malia, I heard she managed to stay human for the rest of the night."

"Really?" Stiles says with enthusiasm, "That's good."

"It is," Scott agrees, giving her a knowing tone. "Lydia told me that Derek was there last night as well."

Stiles opens one eye, "She was busy focusing on me," Stiles answers in a tone, "She didn't even realize he was there for her to attack him."

"No," Scott answers, giving her an almost judging expression. "You know that's not what I mean."

So, we're going to have this conversation…

"I don't want to talk about Derek," Stiles says, closing her eye. "Nothing happened. I'll see him when I see your mom and that's the way it should stay considering the situation."

"Why?"

Stiles knows that Scott is playing dumb, but the feelings of wanting to throw up isn't putting her in the mood of playing dumb with him.

"You know why because you haven't stop smelling my chemosignals since I got pregnant," Stiles mutters. "Seriously, I know you're doing it because you're looking out for me and the baby, but now I feel like you're just doing it to be nosy."

Scott makes a snorting sound, "Well, if it isn't the kettle calling the pot black."

Stiles makes a snort of her own, "That's not how the saying goes." She finally glances in his direction, "Besides he and Kate are having a baby together, you know? Building a family with the idea of the possibility of spending the rest of their lives together."

"In theory, Stiles, and to a woman who you, yourself, said was the Bitch of All Evil," Scott counters. "Which is kind of funny considering who her father is."

"I might have jumped the gun on that."

Lie.

"I don't know her. Besides, we really shouldn't judge her just because who her father is. Not exactly fair," Stiles counterargues. "If the Community being in an uproar about him staying with her after the fires didn't deter his relationship status with her, how I feel isn't going to change anything."

"You can't just give up on him. I haven't seen you look so enamored when you talked about anyone who wasn't Lydia." Scott tells her, "There's something here, and you can't just let yourself pretend you don't feel it because it's convenient for you."

"There's nothing convenient about this, Scott," Stiles tells him. "I'm doing what needs to be done. Just like my mother, her mother, and all the women in my family have done before me."

"Again, with the sacrificing," Scott points out. Stiles remains silent at the comment, "Is he going to be there in the room with you when the baby is born?"

Stiles wants this conversation to be over with.

"I don't know," She answers honestly. "We haven't talked about it."

"Do you want him to be?"

"I don't know. Can we stop please talking about this?"

"Can I just say one more thing?"

"Wish you wouldn't."

"I know you better than you want to admit." Scott tells her, "I also know that you have feelings for him. chemosignals or not. You just have to accept it."

Derek still thinks about the moment he shared with Stiles the night before. He knows that Stiles giving him the sonogram picture is risky, but she wasn't wrong on the process being difficult for them. Well, at least for him. In a way, having it with him made him feel like he was closer to his unborn child and admittingly closer to Stiles too.

He tucks the picture back into his jacket pocket as he makes his way to an abandoned distillery just outside of Beacon County. But when he makes his way all the inside, he sees that it is not as abandoned as he expects it to be.

Standing in the middle of the building stands an Alpha and his emissary. But it isn't just any Alpha, it's a blind one.

"You want to tell what was so important that we couldn't meet in my own home?" Derek questions him, looking around the building, "Or better in Beacon Hills."

"We need to talk about fire," Deucalion answers him, his head facing in Derek's direction. "Or more specifically the Fires of Beacon Academy and the Hale House."

Upon finishing his sentence, Boyd and Erica come out of another entrance, with Deaton behind them as they drag out a man, "You probably don't remember him, but this is your old chemistry teacher Mr. Adrian Harris." Deucalion introduces him calmly. "It seems that there is something that he would like to share with you."

"It was ten years ago," Harris claims. "And in my defense, it was before I'd gotten sober."

"We don't have all night," Erica warns him, giving him sharp snarl. "So, why don't we just focus on the details, huh?"

"I met her at a bar, didn't know she was underage." Harris shares keeping his cool, "We had a lot of drinks. A lot. She started asking me what I do, and she kept asking questions."

"Details," Erica snaps, giving the man's arm a violent jerk back that for a second Derek genuinely thought that she was going to break it.

Harris doesn't flinch at the pain, "As I said, I talked. It was fascinating stuff. How you could melt away the lock of a bank vault. How you could dissolve a body and get away with murder."

Deucalion slowly turns his head towards Derek questioning, "How you could start a fire, and get away with arson?"

"And a week later, the Hale house and Beacon Academy burn down," Harris answers. "I don't remember the girl's name, I swear, but I remember the necklace she was wearing."

Deucalion continues facing Derek as if he could see the man's reaction to the news, "Describe it."

"A silver pendant that has a small emblem, resembling the fleur-de-lis," Harris answers quickly. "On it, there is also a pattern resembling a wolf and arrows. I asked her about it. She said it was a family thing. You find the girl wearing that necklace, she's your arsonist."

Derek stays silent for a moment, processing his former teacher's words.

Derek doesn't know how long he's been silent, "Derek," Erica's voice breaks him out of his head as she places a gentle hand on his arm, "What do you want to do?"

"I need to make a phone call," He tells her before walking about the building.

Stiles is sleeping across the couch in the living room snoring away when her phone rings, closely near her ear, "Hello?" She answers in a groggy tone, not even opening her eyes.

"Stiles?" A familiar voice questions her.

"It would be embarrassing for you if it wasn't," She says.

"I'm sorry for calling, but I needed to talk to you," It says. "Something's come up and looks like I may be missing your appointment with Melissa.

It's at the mentioning of Melissa's name does Stiles open her eyes, "Derek?"

"Who did you think you were talking to."

"I wasn't entirely sure," Stiles admits honestly. "I'd probably talk anyone who calls me…" She stares at a digital clock that sits on an end table, "It's 3 a.m."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that," He apologizes. But it is the way he apologizes that causes Stiles to feel that something is wrong.

"No, it's okay. Scott and I would call each other at all hours of the night," She sits up. "Is everything okay?"

"I just hate that I have to miss the appointment," Derek tells her. "Do you think Scott or Lydia will be willing to go with you? And possibly stay with you until I get back?"

It's at the last two questions, that lets her hear the tension in his voice. Each word sounding like he is trying to keep his emotions in check without having a full-blown breakdown.

Something is wrong, she realizes. But there is no way he is going to tell her.

"I'm sure the both of them would love to," Stiles tells him.

"Good," Derek tells her. "I'll see you in a couple of weeks."

"Alright, be careful."

"I will," Derek promises her just before he disconnects the call.

Derek doesn't need to organize a mass search for the girl in question. Or needs to find the girl in general because he knows exactly where to find the arsonist and she was closer than he thought.

She has been by his side for the past 10 years.