Mika jerked awake, lying diagonally on her barely made bed. Squinting as bright rays from the sun slithered through her sheer ivory curtains that were swaying from the light breeze coming in from the windows that she had left open overnight. She was up till the very early hours of the morning before finally collapsing on her bed in pure exhaustion, barely being able to get the sheets on the mattress or having enough energy in her to summon her pillow and quilt form her duffle.
Searching for her iPhone that she knew was somewhere tangled up in her sheets to check the time, Mika was surprised to find it was only 9:57 A.M. Knowing that she could easily fall back asleep, still feeling the exhaustion from the previous days of travel rocking her body. But she wanted and needed to get the rest of the house sorted. So, with that thought in mind, Mika forced the knitted quilt her grandmother had made for her when she was younger, off her body, and forced herself to roll out of bed.
The air in her room was on the chilly side, but she could taste the freshness in the air now. Waving her hand, her bed made itself, the rest of her bedding flying from her open duffle, the sheets, pillows, and comforter as sliding into place. Nodding her head, at the sight of the perfectly made bed, Mika stumbled her way into her closet, where all her clothing and shoes were now sorted and organized. She started to tug off the warm flannel pajamas she had lazily slipped on the previous night, ignoring the goosebumps that appeared on each area of newly freed skin as she went. Once bare, Mika quickly grabbed a fresh pair of plain undergarments; a dark green long sleeve scoop-neck top; heather-gray jogger sweats; and a matching pair of dark green wool ankle socks.
After changing into comfortable clothes for the full day of cleaning and organizing ahead, Mika made her way into her bathroom to brush her teeth and sort her hair out… which really meant waving her hand to have her hair part itself and twist itself into two perfectly placed French braids. There was no need for makeup, seeing as she was staying inside today for the day… so after finishing her hair up, Mika made her way downstairs to begin refreshing the rest of the house.
Hours later, Mika was finishing up with cleaning the family room and kitchen-dining room. The majority being done the mortal way, since her body was still knickered out and her magic was feeling a little shaky to do more than just the minimum… Mika was just finishing wiping down and cleaning out the kitchen cupboards and counters when a knock on the front door thudded through the house. The doorbell went off only moments later, being pushed repeatedly for a good ten or so seconds before becoming silent.
Freezing in place, the sixteen-year-old was hesitant to answer the door.
What if it was a member of the HT council?
Had they really been able to find her –
This quick?
It had only been five days!
Mika's heart was racing… Her parents had made sure that no one from home knew where their house was in the human world, wanting complete privacy and security away from all the craziness that Halloweentown can cause in ones' life. There were only three exceptions, and two of those had passed on six years earlier, those being her grandmother and grandfather on the Chamberlin side of the family. The other exception was Aggie Cromwell, her having Mika's parents full trust to provide such information too. Which she was sure the elder Cromwell had by now, herd of Mika disappearance, and there was no doubt that she would be getting in contact with the younger witch in the near future. Agatha Cromwell was a very wise witch, and Mika was sure that Aggie had known for weeks about her plan to leave Halloweentown and travel back here to Beacon Hills, where she would be safe and away from the council and their manipulations and attempts of control.
Cautiously, Mika crept her way to the front of the home towards the big honey oak wooden door. Taking a deep breath, Mika reached for the door handle channeling her magics as she did so, trying to gather as much as she could in her core, just in case she needed to use them on a quick defense. Too nervous to peek through a crack of the door, Mika instead threw it open in a rush ready for a fight if one was going to happen –
– Instead, what she saw was a sight she had dearly missed.
A buzzed hair lanky sixteen-year-old boy, flaring his arms around wildly. Beside the zany teen stood a lighter haired man in his forties next to the spazzing out kid shaking his head in bewilderment at the teen, clearly wondering how on earth this was his child – all in good nature of course!
"Mika!" The teen sputtered out, his arms still flaring out in front of him, his mouth moving up and down like a gaping fish with no sound coming out after her name had spilled out of it.
The blonde hair girl couldn't help but giggle at the two in front of her. She may have been gone for two mortal years, but it seemed that not much had changed in those two years of her absence.
And for that, she was grateful.
Smiling at the scene in front of her, Mika stepped forward into Stiles' still-flaring arms, still giggling as she did, "Stiles!" Wrapping her arms around the lanky boys' waist in greeting, taking in a deep breath as a wave of calm settle around her at the familiar presence and warmth the two men before her brought.
Stiles was still flambeeing for words, as Mika stepped back from him to great the man standing silent next to him, wrapping her arms around his waist in greeting as well, "Sheriff!"
"Mikayla, good to see you, baby girl!" Noah greeted his goddaughter, wrapping his arms back around her petite frame.
"Yea! Good to see you blah-blah-blah! Where the frick was the text or call mentioning that you were coming back!" Stiles blabbered out, his arms now still by his sides, but his hands and fingers twitching lightly.
Mika laughed nervously, taking a step back from the two males, her face wincing knowing that she wasn't going to be able to lie about her parents no longer being around. Sheriff Stilinski was Mika's mom's best friend when her mom had left Halloweentown for the human world during her college years. Mika's mom was the one who had introduced Sheriff Stilinski to Stiles mom Claudia when they were going to school. And with that, those two had remained close since. So close, that Noah Stilinski was named her godfather and her mother Diana, being named as Stiles godmother.
"Mika?" the Sheriff asked, taking a small step forward, a frown appearing on his face seeing his goddaughter retracting in on herself.
Mika closed her eyes, pushing the door further open to allow the two into the home. Telling them of her parent's passing outside on the front porch was a no-go. These two were like family to her parents', they deserved better then the front porch. "Why don't you two come in…some things have happened over the last few months, some life-changing things…" Stiles eyes widen at his best friends' tone following his father into the home.
Explaining things to the two Stilinski men was both easier and harder then Mika had initially thought it would be. Of course, some things had to be twisted to explain their deaths… not everything was able to be explained as to what had really happened since she would then have to explain magic and Halloweentown, and that wasn't an option. But, Mika did give as much detail that she could.
She told them that there was an accident with her father messing around with his chemist sets, and an explosive fire had taken out a portion of their home back in Salem, which was the cover story of where her family was from. The explosion happened so quick and so fierce, taking out both Author and Diana Spellmen before they even knew what hit them. The shock and sorrow of the two Stilinski men were evident as it showed on their faces - the grief from the sudden loss they just learned of.
Mika closed her eyes, knowing how that the Stilinski men were both known for their digging to finding answers and truths, used some of the remaining magic energy she had for the day to summon up some fake legal documents of the small house fire-explosion. Stating how the explosion took out the office and part of the family room where both Author and Diana Spellmen were, and how the only child of these two was in town at the time picking up a few groceries her parents' had sent her out to get. She handed the counterfeit papers and death certificates over to the Sheriff – making sure that any digging up that any person who came into contact with the documents, would automatically believe 'said facts', by the use of magic. A manipulation on things like this were high level magics, and usually most teen witches and warlocks wouldn't be able to complete such strong magic, even a lot of adult and well-trained witches and warlocks wouldn't be able to, but Mika was not only a Spellmen but also a Chamberlin... and that meant something!
Mika could tell Noah was taking the news of losing his two best friends' hard. Seeing that, Mika placed a hand on his shoulder, sending out calming and soothing vibes to him through the bodily contact – effectively draining her even more than she already was.
Sniffling a little, Sherriff Stilinski nodded his head in thanks at the blonde teenager at her attempt at comfort standing up from the sofa he had been sitting on, Mika's hand slipping off his shoulder in the process disconnecting the flow of calming magic flowing from her into him. Hopefully though, there was enough connection there to keep the Sherriff at bay with dealing with his new sorrows. The Sherriff moved to stand in front of the large bay window overlooking the front yard, his shoulders still tense with the news, "You been staying on your own all this time back in Salem then?"
Trying to clear her thoughts to get a grip on her story, Mika fidgeted in her seat a bit, "Ah no, I - um - I had some guardians that were placed with me – but I felt they were more invested in my parents' money and estates left to them from my grandparents and all that…" She paused, tugging on her of sleeves, trying to gather her thoughts a little better on how to present the rest of the story to him. He was the Sheriff after all, and even though she could 'magic' the 'facts' into him, she didn't want to have to rely solely on magic for all of it - he was her godfather, "One of my grandmother's old friends, Agatha Cromwell – "
"– I remember that name..." Stiles interrupted. His tone was rough as he was hunched over himself on the large sofa chair in the corner of the room, elbows resting on his knees as he aggressively chewed on his lips. He had most likely taken a few more Adderall pills than normal this morning and was having a harder time processing this depressing information with ease…
" – Well, ah, Aggie had suggested that I head over here to Beacon Hills as she helps me get everything in order with both my parents' and grandparent's estates… She had helped me get the right legal documents a month ago to help get me legally emancipated from the people who the state had chose to have guardianship over me." Mika paused, taking a breath, "So, now that I'm legally an adult in the laws eye, I wanted to come back here to Beacon Hills instead of staying there… Even though that is home in Salem, home is here too. And right now, I just feel better being here instead of there, with everything that had happened there and all."
"What I want to know tough, is why wasn't I called or informed of the deaths' sooner?" the Sherriff had asked, his back still to Mika. "I am your godfather, with all other legal guardians and options gone, I should have been contacted before the state of Massachusetts appointed you some random person or persons' as your guardians."
Mika cringed, realizing that there was a fault in her story and immediately sent out waves of magic to both Noah and Stiles, letting this little slip of the story slide through with no flaws. "I'm not sure, Noah…" Mika hesitated to try to think of what to string together next, "Everything just happened fast after the explosion, and maybe with you being on the other side of the country, the state figured it would be easier and better to keep me in Salem? Im not sure though...?"
The Sherriff grunted before turning back to the girl he viewed as a daughter, "That may be, but I still don't like that you had to deal with this all on your own and that Stiles and I weren't there for their funerals and…" He sighed, trailing off, running a hand through his graying hair. He was stressed, and rightfully so, even with the magic she had used to calm and soothe him. "You good living here in this house on your own?"
Mika sighed, feeling relieved that her magics were doing their works…at least he seemed to have a good hold on his emotions for the moment. And that gave Mika hope that he will be able to deal with this loss of her mother and father smoother than he would have without the aid of magic.
"Yea, I mean… for the most part, I think I will be. It's weird being here without them of course, and I don't know…just-it's, it's just weird I guess,…but it still feels like they are here with me in a way that doesn't make me feel so alone, if that makes any sense at all?"
He nodded, his arms now crossed tensely as he leaned against the window, "Well still, don't you hesitate if needed, our spear bedroom is always welcomed to you, rather for a night or two, or long term. I know you Chamberlin women can take care of themselves just fine with having to learn first-hand from your mom, but I don't want you feeling alone if it can be helped..." He sighed again turning his head to the side trying to discreetly wipe the tear that slipped from his eye without either Mika or Stiles noticing - they both noticed - "Just know, that Stiles and I are here for you, and our door is open to you no matter what or when."
AN: The story will really begin to get started in the next few chapters, this was more of a filler to help dive more into detail before the action begins to happen, this will be about mid-season 1 where it starts. Stiles will be more involved along with Scott and others making their appearances as well in the next coming chapters.
Also this is going to be a Derek/OC story... not going to be a complete slow burn, but also will not be rushing into the M just yet either.
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I am also always open to any suggestions and ideas to where you would like this story to go! Updates may be slow, but with the coviod-19 going on right now, I may actually have the time to do updates on not only this story, but my old stories as well... so, I suppose that is one positive for the month of March at the moment...
Also I've been asked who I see Mika as, and I see a young Margot Robbie as the face/body of Mika with mid to lower back length hair. But you can also envision whoever you want her to be as well
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