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~Previously~

Stiles and Melissa at the store buying boxes so he can pack, Chris working on getting the papers to adopt the teen. The other three sleep-which will change-and a still said Stiles, who is trying to overcome this sadness, that the world has left with him.

~At the house.~

Jackson woke up and sat up slowly rubbing his eyes. There was something missing but he couldn't quiet place his finger on it yet. He looked around the room. The bed which now showed Allison sitting up yawning and stretching, trying to fix her hair in the process. Jackson scanned around, there had been a fourth person in that room last night. Stiles. He glanced at the couch, than at the mattress he slept on. No Stiles.

Jackson got up, ignoring Allison's 'what's wrong'. Scott began waking up. Jackson walked out the door, first finding the bathroom. Once done he continued his search for Stiles. He couldn't find him anywhere and he ended up in the kitchen looking at a note, held by a magnet onto the fridge. Melissa and Stiles went out and Chris went to do something important. What would that be? But at least Jackson was freaking out about a missing Stiles.

Scott and Allison came downstairs. Allison got to getting breakfast for the three of them together. Scott looked around than sniffed the air. He glanced at the door than back. "My mom was here." Scott stated quietly to himself, and than spotted the paper on the fridge and read it quickly. He was glad he didn't ask where Stiles had disappeared of to. With his mom, he knew she would try to cheer up the teen.

Scott thought about it. How bad did his mom react? He bet pretty bad. She was close to Mr. Stilinski, a brother. Scott frowned. Chris. The note was in Stiles' handwriting but he wasn't sure what important thing Chris had to do. Peter was dead. Derek ran away. And there were three people dead that night. The third shouldn't have happened. Scott and Jackson sat down at the table. Silence. Allison hummed a song, but it wasn't a happy tune, as she cooked. Soon found was set in front of them.

She took a seat and ate with them. Though it was silent, it was comfortable. Plus she bet no one knew what to say. This was the first death had to deal with. Her aunt, and the Sheriff though she barely knew him, Scott's and Stiles' reacting the way they were made her feel as if she did and she lost an uncle. She couldn't imagine losing her dad. She never saw Stiles mother so something must've happened. He had no parents left and that made her depressed.

The front door opened and Chris walked in, with some business woman following him. Allison gave her dad a confused look. "Uh..Dad. What's going on?" She asked curiously, Jackson and Scott turned to look at the woman who was observing the home. Chris waved them off. "Later." He stated. The woman said a few things in a whisper and than he and Chris walked into the living room. "Scott?" Allison questioned.

Scott turned back to look at the two. "I think she said something about adoption." Scott said, uncertain if he heard the woman right. Allison raised an eyebrow as did Jackson. "Adoption? To whom?" Jackson questioned. Scott held a finger up and listened as the woman began talking about how she was sorry the way the teen Chris was adopting had lost both his parents, but seemed to be able to hold himself. Saying this house was very much a suitable place for the teen and Chris would make a great father for the teen who lost his.

Scott explained it in a whisper so the other two could hear. He had a gut feeling she was talking about Stiles but wasn't a hundred percent sure. "So Ge-" She started. "He goes by Stiles." Chris corrected her. She just nodded. They were sitting on the couch. "So Stiles Stilinski. You mentioned that he wanted to keep his last name correct?" She questioned him. Chris nodded. She shook her head. "The state won't allow that as much as I wish he could keep it just as Stilinski, Sir. But his last name will be change to Argent. Though he still will be able to have his name if he chooses the full name of Stiles Adam Stilinski Argent." The woman stated, showing Chris the papers.

Scott looked at Allison a bit surprised he stopped telling them what he was hearing when Stiles name had been brought up. "Your dad is adopting Stiles." Scott said to her. She seemed sad for the fact that if his dad was still alive this wouldn't need to be done, but happy that he was going to be in her family. A family that could protect him and care for him. "That's great." Jackson chipped in, Allison nodding in agreement.

"I would have to ask him about it." Chris said. "Do you know when he'll be back?" She questioned, but was answered by car doors slamming outside the hours. Stiles opened the door and was followed in by Melissa. "Stiles can you come here?" Chris called from the living room. "Yeah, sure." He called back, walking by the kitchen unaware of the eyes that watched him walk to the living room. Stiles saw the lady on the couch. Than he nodded. "That was a bit quick." Stiles stated.

"Sit." Chris said, gesturing to the chair Stiles nodded and did he looked at the lady. "She says the state won't allow you to have your last as your last name." Chris informed him. Stiles face dropped. "But." The woman spoke up. Stiles looked up at her. "You still may have it. It's just your name will be Stiles Adam Stilinski Argent. Is that alright with you?" She asked. Stiles sat there a moment. At least he still got to keep it right? That's all that mattered. Stiles nodded his head. The woman smiled.

She handed a sheet to Chris and had him sign it. Than gave him some officially sheets, stating that Stiles was now his son. She stood up. "A new license, I.D and anything else will be needed. When you do that, just show them that sheet." She said, pointing to one. "And that should be all. Take care Mr. Argent. Stiles." She said and left. Stiles leaned back in the seat. He was officially an Argent now. He would have thought it would have taken longer but Chris must've knew people.

~Hospital~

Derek walked into the hospital, undetected by humans and made it to the strawberry blonde's room. Closing the door behind him. He checked her wounds. They weren't completely healed, but of course Omegas healed slower at first. He placed his hand on her arm, whined. It was an odd thing for Derek to do, and let alone for an alpha to do. But an Omega was still injured and that needed to be fixed. But not long after his noise had the strawberry blonde's eyes open. Flashing a bright lavender.

She huffed at first than whined at the pain on her side. She was aware someone was touching her arm, but they held no threat. Comfort and safety instead. She turned her head to look at Derek Hale. His eyes glowed a red than went normal. She took a breath and sat up, looking around the hospital room. She knitted her eyebrows together and looked at her new alpha.

"What happened? Why am I here? I remember Stiles yelling at me to run, than pain" She questioned him. "You were attacked by Peter who was the alpha. Now I am. You were injured. A coma." Derek replied. He needed to get his Omega out of here. He lifted his hand and walked over to the tubes and things,carefully removing them from Lydia's skin. It seemed much more fair now. More natural than with all the make up.

Lydia looked at Derek than at the window that looked in on her room. "Where is Stiles? Allison? Jackson?"She questioned him. He shrugged. He didn't know. He handed her a bag. "Get dressed. We're leaving" He said, walking away, closing the blinds on the window and walking out closing the door behind him. Lydia watched him go. She felt something for Derek. She wasn't sure what the feeling was, but she knew for sure that she respected him.

She had taken the back and stood up, dumping the contents onto the bed. A pair of black skinny jeans, a black beater and a hoodie. She sighed and changed out of the hospital wearing into all the black clothing Derek had given her. Sure she liked black but didn't the guy have some color in his life. She slipped the beater on and pulled her hair from with in the shirt. She pulled the hoodie on and walked over to a mirror that was in the room. She looked so natural. No make up.

She glanced back at the door. Her side was healed now, which made her confused but she would think since she was leaving with Derek, he'd give her answers. She turned on her heel and walked out of the room. "What about shoes?" She questioned her alpha. He looked at her than down at her feet. "We'll stop by your house. Go in unnoticed. Through your bedroom window. Make no noise. Gather clothes and only the necessary items." Derek told her as he started to walk, Lydia followed, not far behind. Necessary items? Were they going some where. They made it outside without anyone stopping them and soon made it to Derek's Camaro.

He climbed into the drives' seat and Lydia climbed into the passenger seat. She closed the door, gently but at the same time abling it to be fully closed. A habit from Jackson's car. She glanced back at the hospital. It was his fault she was in there. Because she went looking for him. But she remembered it wasn't Derek who attacked her, it was someone else. She turned and looked at Derek. "What's going on?" She questioned him. He had started the car and they left the parking lot, heading in the direction of her house.

Lydia waited for a response. While she did so she noticed something. Her hearing was far more advanced than before, along with sight, smell and if she were sure it would be her running skills might be advanced than they should be. What was she? She had to know. Derek thought for a minute, thinking of how he should say this. In was still early in the day, so Lydia was also pretty sure someone would have seen her get up and walk away. Derek sighed and would have to tell her the most obvious thing.

"You're a werewolf. An Omega to be more exact." Derek replied, his tone held seriousness and no humor at telling her this. She looked at him. "Were...wolf." She said, more along the lines of testing the word one her lips. It somehow sounded right to her. Omega? What exactly was an Omega? "What does being a Omega mean?" She questioned. "That you are part of my pack, but not at the same time, because your the same level as me." Derek replied. "You?" She questioned. "Yes. Your alpha." Derek replied, looking at her as they pulled up to her house. He knew no one was home, he couldn't hear anyone's heartbeat. "Alpha." Lydia stated. She looked at him for what seemed like forever which in reality was only about two minutes. She nodded her head, getting out of the car, looking around than doing as she was told when she was at the hospital.

Derek watched the Omega walk to her house quickly and do as she had been told. He leaned back in his seat closing his eyes. He knew there was a pull towards the girl. One that messed with his physical state and his emotional state. That girl. Only a week old werewolf had the alpha wolf drawn towards her and she was unaware of. He would have to take her back to his home and teach her, fighting skills, honing her new advanced senses. Lydia had gotten out a suitcase. One not that big but not to small. She packed shirts and pants and under garments. She stood at her closet. Should she bring her heels?

She sighed and grabbed a pair of black ones and the rest were converses she use to wear, or she would just wear them around the house. Surprisingly she had more of those than heels. By only one pair though. She packs about six of the ten she had and went to her make-up. She liked the way she looked without make-up. Not having to do all the work to make herself as everyone saw her on a regular bases. She grabbed eyeliner and some lip gloss and tossed them into the suitcase, closing it and zipping it up. She looked around her room. Was she able to come back here? Would she see her parents again? How were people going to react when they didn't find her in the hospital bed?

She grabbed the suitcase and lifted it with ease. She believed she was a werewolf when she had jumped from the ground and easily grabbed the sill and slide into her room with ease. She quickly pulled socks on and a pair of her converse, deciding to match, they were all black. She decided to take the stairs down since no one was home.

She walked out and saw that Derek had popped the trunk for her and she tossed the suitcase in the back of the Camaro and shut it, walking to the front and climbing into the passenger seat. She closed the door and was silent. she remembered Derek had been blamed for the murders. For trying to kill them at the school that one night. But her she was sitting in a car with and 'fugitive'. She sighed and looked out the window, Derek had started driving again. About thirty minutes had passed and they were on the highway. "Where are we going?" Lydia asked, her head leaning against the window, watching the trees pass by.

"Some where I can teach you to control your wolf. I can't have you hurting people." Derek replied. He was much softer towards Lydia than he was towards anyone after Laura was murdered by Peter. Derek had a bad ass attitude but he had a soft side and now there mat only be one person who would see it. "Why the hell would I hurt any one?" She questioned. Was it that hard to control. She shook her head. "Where exactly are we going?" She asked this time. Derek sighed.

They were on their way to the next city. State. "Secluded area. Like the country." Derek answered her, flicking on the radio. Lydia took that as a hint of stop asking questions and shut up. So she did, though she didn't like the feeling or want to. She wanted answers. She continued to stare out the window. Her hands on her lap, picking at the end of the hoodie. Her manicured nails had dried blood underneath them.

She dozed off and about six hours later Derek was gently shaking her awake. "hmm?" She questioned, rubbing her eyes and looked at him. "we here?" she asked, he nodded. She looked at the time that was on his radio. Five in the evening. Where the hell did they go. She looked out the window at a small house. It was nice size but it seemed right if there was going to be only two people living there.

Derek had climbed out. "Come on." Derek said, climbing out, popping the trunk in the process. Lydia got out and grabbed her suitcase and walked over to Derek who waited patiently. Once she stood next to him she looked up at the house again. She laughed lightly. "I feel like a newly wed couple that just bought their new home." She said, smiling lightly. It was a nice. She glanced at Derek who seemed a bit shocked at what she said, which made her giggle and walk to the house, suitcase with her. She got to the door and gave the knob a twist, it swung open. She glanced back at Derek he didn't move.

She smiled, they were both dressed in all black. The sun shined off of him, giving him a glowing look. She could feel a draw to him. One better than he relationship with Jackson. She smiled at him. "Coming or not?" She questioned him, placing a hand on her hip. Derek watched her. He shook his head and smiled, started walking from his car to the house. Pass Lydia giving her a pat on the shoulder and walked up stairs. Lydia followed closing the door behind her. Her life was officially changed now. There was no going back to normal.

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