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Chapter 7

Next day, Stiles woke up next to Isaac. The handsome blonde wolf had slept in Stiles bed for the last two nights. Since Derek had acted like a huge asshole for the last week, Isaac had been pretty awkward. Stiles was sure, Derek had said something incredibly stupid and Isaac was still hurt. He had said something incredibly stupid to all of them. He had had another fight with Scott about the alpha thing, had called him a whiny loser which had let to a big fight. Thank god, they healed really fast. He had forbidden Jackson to see Lydia at the loft because he didn't want to have her around since he wasn't himself. That had actually been a nice thing but Jackson had been really pissed because he wasn't allowed to stay at hers because her parents still didn't trust him since he left. And Stiles? Well he had growled at him several times, he hadn't thrown something at him but Stiles had been pretty cautious. And Peter? Well, since Peter was the one who had told him Anna was dead... He had punched him. Hard. Really hard.

So they all had been avoiding Derek during the last days. And since Stiles had called them a big family, Isaac had been nuzzling his human friend anyway. So there he was – lying next to Stiles.

"Hey pup..." He whispered, turning off the alarm of his phone. "Rise and shine, dude... rise and shine." He said while Isaac was still sleeping. He didn't wake up but cuddled closer to Stiles. Stiles sighed. Isaac wrapped his arm around Stiles chest, pulling him closer. What was Stiles? A toy?

"RISE AND SHINE, ISAAC!" Stiles said louder, pushing him away a bit. The blond beta opened his eyes. "Morning..." he mumbled and sat up. "Yeah... good morning to you, too. If you are thinking about sleeping in my bed again, grab yourself a pillow." Stiles phone rang again. "Oh come on, stupid phone. I turned off the alarm already!" Stiles grabbed his phone and his eyes widened in excitement. "DEREK!" He screamed.

Anna had had a really tough week. She had resigned from her job in Atlanta and had managed to move closer to Beacon Hills. Not that close, but a 2 hour ride so she could visit her grandpa now and then and was still not too close to Derek and his pack. She had rented a small apartment in Marysville, California. She hadn't rented the house in Beacon Hills to anyone yet and she didn't want to sell it. She just couldn't - it had been her home!

She was sitting at her tiny kitchen table, starring at the phone which was lying right in front of her. This phone had bothered her the last week. She had wanted to call Derek but had been too afraid and busy to do so. But this phone... it had felt so heavy in her pocket. She was sure it had been screaming her name... quietly but continuously.

She grabbed it just to put it away again like it was hot and burning her hand.

She took a deep breath and grabbed it again.

She touched the screen. It turned on and a picture appeared on the phone. Right there was a photo of a bunch of kids. They were all sitting on a big couch, eating pizza. They weren't looking into the camera like they hadn't even noticed they were photographed at that moment.

There was a good looking guy with short hair, a redhead was sitting on his lap. She was quite beautiful and smiled. He looked like he was joking with another boy who had longer, brown hair and wore a red hoodie. He was sitting next to a guy with black hair and they were both laughing really hard. And then there was a blonde boy, sitting between the boys, shoving a big piece of pizza into his mouth.

So that was Derek's pack? She smiled. He had to love them if he had this picture of them as his background. They had to be really close.

She looked up the number of Stiles... by the way: What the hell was a Stiles? Was it a boy or a girl? Was she his girlfriend? Was he one of the boys on the picture? She wondered and hoped he was the guy he was with the night they met again.

She found the number. She closed her eyes. "Calm down, Anna..." She whispered.

"DEREK!" Stiles screamed again, jumping off the bed. He ran into the living room where he bumped right into Derek. "What's wrong?" He looked quite concerned. Isaac was standing right behind Stiles, just wearing boxers. He would ask later.

"Derek!" Stiles yelled again.

"STILES! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG?" Derek grabbed the boy, holding him still.

"HERE!" Stiles was waving his phone around. "It's you!" He screamed again.

Derek grabbed the phone and stared at the screen.

"It says 'DICK' and there is a photo of grumpy cat on it." Derek growled.

"Stiles?" Derek was mad and hold him tighter so that Stiles pulled a face.

"Yeah, that's your number." He responded.

"It says... DICK!" Derek was furious.

"Well I changed that when you broke my laptop... by THROWING IT AT ME!" Stiles snapped back.

"And you never let me take a photo of you and this was the closest picture I could find!" He defended himself.

"Ehm, sorry to interrupt but... you should answer it?!" Isaac said cautiously.

Stiles and Derek looked at him and then at each other.

"We are going to talk about that later..." Derek growled. He was staring at the screen.

She wanted to talk to him. He couldn't think properly.

"ANSWER IT!" Stiles yelled.

He did.

"Anna?" He asked. Stiles rolled his eyes. Derek slapped him. "Ouch!" Stiles hissed.

"Hi... Derek?" Anna whispered.

"Hey, yeah it's me." He answered. "I'm glad you called." Isaac and Stiles were still standing in front of them, staring at him. He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah... right. We have to get ready for school. Come on, big boy. Time to take a shower." Stiles turned around to Isaac. Derek closed his eyes... he would ask later.

He sat down on the couch.

"Yeah, sorry it took me so long. I just moved and... " She paused.

"You moved?" Derek asked surprised.

"Well, yeah. Closer to... you...my grandfather...Nevermind. I... Derek... I just wanted to tell you that I have no intention to interfere with your pack. I moved a bit closer and... just so you know –there won't be any problems. I don't have a pack and... well. Just wanted to get that out." She closed her eyes. She had thought about what to say to him for over a week. And now she couldn't even get one sentence straight.

"I.. I understand." Derek whispered.

"I will be in Beacon Hills from time to time and you... we... I won't be a problem." She mumbled.

"I never thought you would be." Derek replied. "But, I would like to see you, Anna. Talk to you. I thought you were dead! And now... I... why don't you come over and we have a coffee...and talk?" Derek went on.

"I,... Derek, I can't." She wanted to see him, hug him and tell him she missed him so much. But her mind was stopping her.

"Just one coffee!" He begged.

Stiles put his head through the door.

"Invite her to the game!" He hissed. Derek threw a pillow. "Okay okay!" Stiles head disappeared.

"What was that?" Anna asked at the other end of the line. "Just Stiles. He asks... if you... Do you want to come to the Lacrosse game tonight? The boys are on the team..." Derek asked and Anna's heart bounced. Stiles was a boy!

"Derek, I really can't..." She insisted.

"Anna, please. We will just sit next to each other surrounded by a bunch of high school kids. We could grab a beer after the game but if you don't want to... we could just sit and watch the game. I... I missed you..." He had whispered the last words. Stiles had appeared again, grinning. Derek gave him his "I'm so going to punch you again" look but Stiles grinned even more.

Anna fought with herself.

It would be just one game. Maybe just an hour or so. They would not be alone, right? There would be humans – she could feel save. Right?

"Anna?" Derek asked again.

"Second Half." She said. Her mind had lost the fight.

"Great." Derek was surprised but beyond happy.

"See you there." She said quickly and hung up.

"She's coming?" Stiles asked, super excited.

"Yup. And now... you are going to die." Derek was still pissed about the grumpy cat named 'DICK'.

"Oopsie..." Stiles whispered, grabbing his bag and running up the stairs to the door. "Have to go to school, Derek. See you later!" He said. He opened the door and started running, screaming after Isaac to either help him or to get in the car so they could leave.

"Stiles, I am way faster than you. Stop running." Derek said calmly. This was going to be fun.

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