Millie had woken up before her alarm which almost never happened. She got up to get ready for the day when she could suddenly smell...pancakes? But Millie knew her mom was at work.
Oh no, Millie realized with sudden dread. That left Scott to be the one in the kitchen. Millie charged downstairs, praying her brother hadn't burned the kitchen yet.
"Scott!" Millie yelled as she bounded down the stairs, "You better stop what you're doing! I like having a house to live-"
Millie stopped as she saw that it wasn't Scott cooking, but Maggie, their older sister.
"Hey, Sweet Pea," Maggie grinned casually at Millie as she poured more mix onto the pan.
"Oh my god!" Millie shrieked and ran into her sister's arms. She held on tight and squeezed until she couldn't breathe anymore.
"Surprise!" Maggie laughed.
"I can't believe this!" Millie jumped up and down, feeling like it was Christmas, but with Maggie in Beacon Hills it might was well be. "I can't believe you're here!"
"Well believe it, cause I'm staying for a while," Maggie smiled at her little sister, who looked so much like her.
"What's going on?" Scott mumbled as he walked into the kitchen, rubbing at his eyes.
"Hi, Scotty!" Maggie cheered.
A grin spread across Scott's face. "What are you doing here?" He said as he went to hug his sister.
"I had to see my babies!" Maggie grinned as she wrapped her arms around Scott, who was now taller than her, "Who aren't babies anymore. How tall are you now, Scotty?"
"I don't know," Scott blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Not that tall," He laughed as Maggie rolled her eyes and turned back to the pancakes.
"Catch me up on everything," Maggie said, flipping a pancake onto a plate, "Is Stiles still hyperactive?" Maggie turned around and looked at Millie, eyebrows raised and a soft smirk on her lips.
Millie shrugged. "Why are you asking me?" Millie turned to Scott, "He's the one with a PhD in Stiles."
Maggie hummed and turned back to the stove. She turned it off and brought the plate of pancakes to the counter. They all piled some onto their plates and laughed about everything and nothing. Maggie looked at her younger siblings as they giggled and retold a story of Scott stripping in front of old Mrs. Keller and thought this was worth coming back for. Everything that had happened in the past, Maggie staying away, coming back for her siblings was worth it.
Maggie checked her watch and clapped her hands. "You guys have got to get to school! I can take you."
Millie and Scott rushed up stairs and then came bounding down, backpacks bouncing between their shoulders and wide grins.
"It's so cool having you around!" Scott grinned, kissing the side of Maggie's head and went out the door, his sisters following.
Millie laughed when she saw the car parked in the driveway. "This is your car?"
Maggie rolled her eyes and unlocked their doors. "It's a rental, and a classic by the way."
"Wait a minute," Scott frowned as he sat in the backseat, "I know this car." He looked around and then remembered how the car felt familiar. "This is the car you drove in high school! I hit the side of it on my bike."
"Yeah," Maggie chuckled, "I can't believe you remember that," She said as she reversed out of the driveway.
"Yeah," Millie frowned, "Me either."
Maggie looked over at Millie, a questioning look in her eyes, but didn't say anything and turned her eyes back to the road. They got to the school in record time for Millie and Scott, which they appreciated.
"See you later!" Maggie called out the car.
Millie and Scott laughed as they turned back to their sister and waved. Maggie smiled as she began to turn out of the school parking lot when she saw a familiar car. She stomped on the brakes, the tires screeching on the pavement as she did so. Maggie's breathes came out in rapid huffs as she looked at the ominous black camaro.
Why is he hanging around the high school? She thought to herself, but didn't want to stick around long enough to find out. The coward in her made her speed out of the parking lot and away from the school, dreading the moment she knew would come.
The moment she'd have to face Derek Hale.
-!-!-!-!- MILLIE -!-!-!-!-
"Hey!" Stiles grinned as he took the seat next to Millie.
Millie smiled as he spun his pencil around through his fingers and drummed on the desk.
"Guess what?" She said excitedly.
"Lydia Martin somehow told you her plans to confess her undying love for me?" Stiles smirked.
Millie frowned. "What? No," Mille felt the distant feeling of rejection but she shook it off, grinning again, "My sister is in town!"
Stiles's eyes widened and he dropped his pencil. "Your sister? Maggie? Who hasn't been back to Beacon Hills in like, five years?"
"Yeah, Stiles," Millie laughed, "What other sister would I be talking about? What's with the serious look?"
Stiles shook his head. "It's just, why would she suddenly come back out of nowhere? Didn't you say she hated it here? That's why you always had to visit her in New York? I just think the timing is a little weird."
Millie narrowed her eyes at Stiles. "You're not seriously suggesting what I think you are, are you?"
Stiles shook his head. "No, nevermind. I don't even know what I'm suggesting."
Their trig teacher came in and they both dropped the subject, but Millie couldn't fight the feeling that maybe Stiles seemed a little right.
-!-! Maggie -!-!-
"Deaton!" Maggie shouted as she bursted through the back door. She searched every room for him and even his office, but she couldn't find him. "Deaton!" Maggie shouted again, her nerves growing into anger.
"Maggie!" Deaton hissed, hurriedly closing the door to his office. "This is a place of business, I can't have you running around like a lunatic!"
"Oh," Maggie scoffed, "You want to call me a lunatic when Derek Hale is hanging around a high school like some freak?"
Deaton sighed and rubbed his temples. "Derek is not my responsibility," Deaton said gently but Maggie knew his patience was wearing thin. Good. Now he knew what she felt like.
"He kinda is though," Maggie said as she sat in his chair and propped her feet on his desk.
Deaton sighed heavily and shook his head at her. "He is not, Maggie, now if I can get back to my work-,"
"Wow," Maggie jeered, "You are seriously in denial."
"It seems like we're all hypocrites today," Deaton said cooly.
"Why are you acting so nervous?" Maggie ignored his passive aggressive comment and picked on his skittish movements. He wouldn't look at her for more than a few seconds, and Deaton was always someone to maintain eye contact.
"What makes you say that I'm nervous?" He asked, crossing his arms.
"Maybe because you keep deflecting the question?" Maggie widened her eyes at him, looking at him like it were obvious what he was doing.
There was a fumbling at the door and Maggie's eyes darted to the now opening door.
"Deaton, we need to-," Derek Hale said as he briskly walked into the office but stopped at the sight of Maggie. His breath hitched in his throat, his heart skipped a beat. The last time he had seen Maggie McCall was as a girl who had broken his heart and sped away with it across the country, never to be seen again. Now here she was, a woman but not the same Maggie he had known.
"You are fucking kidding me," Maggie said bluntly. She doesn't show that the sight of him has her heart beating like a drum or that she's itching to throw herself into his arms. Maggie just kept her voice even and eyes narrowed.
Derek hasn't said anything but Deaton heads for the door. "I'll give you two some space," Deaton says.
"Lock the door behind you Deaton, you never know when she might run out again," Derek says with his eyes still locked on Maggie.
Maggie flinched at his words and she's certain that Derek knows by the small smirk on his face. Deaton sighs as he closes the door and doesn't lock it, which Maggie is thankful for.
"What are you doing here?" Derek asks, his voice strained.
"You know why, Derek," Maggie swiveled in the chair, acting calm and collected.
"Laura is none of your business," Derek states, "Anything that happens here is none of your business."
Maggie scoffed at him and stood up from the chair. "Did you seriously just say that?"
"Yeah," Derek crossed his arms over his chest, "It stopped being your business the second you left."
Maggie walked towards him slowly, the frown on her face growing deeper. "I'm the one with family still here."
Derek was breathing heavily as they looked at each other. He would never admit this, but he really hated this game they were playing. He hated finding whatever excuse to hurt her, but they hated each other now and this is how it has to be.
"Scott's a werewolf," Derek said, knowing this would hurt Maggie more than anything else he could possibly say, "So please continue on your rant about me leaving, because if you want to track down the alpha that bit him by yourself, be my guest."
Maggie blinked in surprised and fell back against the desk. She could feel her pulse in her ears and see her vision dotting. Scott's a werewolf? How can that be possible? Maggie swallowed and stood straight. "Who," her voice shook with anger.
"It was the alpha," Derek said, his eyes boring into hers, "Scott belongs to the alpha now, but like I said, I have a plan."
Maggie scowled and crossed her arms. "What's your plan?"
-!-!-!-!- MILLIE -!-!-!-!-
Millie watched the lacrosse players anxiously from the bleachers. Stiles turned around from where he sat on the bench and his eyes met with Millie's. They both managed to be thinking the same thing. She knew he was worried about Scott and that this was a terrible idea. Millie couldn't argue with him.
It was Scott's turn to score on the goalie and Millie and Stiles both watched nervously. Millie's leg was bouncing and she was biting her nails. She heard Coach make some remarks to Greenberg and yelled at him to run a lap, which normally would have made her laugh since Coach hated Greenburg so much but now, she was nothing but nerves.
"McCall!" Coach shouted. Millie looked at her brother who was standing still, "What are you waiting for?"
Scott ran forward but Jackson rammed right into him, knocking Scott to the ground
"My grandmother can move faster than that and she's dead!" Coach bantered and Millie rolled her eyes, "You think you can move faster than the body of my dead grandmother?"
Scott must have said something because Coach knelt down and shouted, "I can't hear you!"
"Yes, coach!" Scott shouted and Millie groaned, thinking to herself that was the wrong answer.
"Then do it again!" Coach cheered, "McCall is gonna do it again!"
Scott went back to the beginning of the line, squared his shoulders, and took off. He hit Jackson and they both fell to the ground. Millie stood when she saw that Jackson wasn't getting up and noticed Scott squirming on the ground. Stiles ran up to them as did the rest of the team but when Stiles grabbed Scott and took off in the direction of the locker room, she knew something was wrong and went after them.
Millie ran so fast she didn't notice the gathering crowd over Jackson, the distance wailing of an ambulance, and not even the lurking shadows of a frowning Derek and a pensive Maggie.
-!-!-!-!-
Millie ran into the locker room and shouted out for Stiles and Scott. She ran around the room when she saw Scott hunched over and Stiles pacing.
"Scott!" Millie cried and ran towards him, but he turned away and held his hand up.
"Get away from me!" Scott screamed.
Millie skidded to a stop and looked to Stiles. He was looking at Scott as he paced back and forth, not knowing what to do until suddenly Scott lept towards them. Millie screamed in surprise as she turned away from him, she and Stiles running in opposite directions. Millie hid behind one of the lockers when it got suddenly quiet. She wanted to call out for Stiles but bite down on her tongue. The sudden sound of a fire extinguisher and Scott crying out brought her out from her place behind a locker and she saw Scott panting.
"What happened?" He said breathlessly.
Stiles slapped his side and scoffed sardonically. "You tried to kill us! It's like I told you before... It's the anger, it's your pulse rising."
Scott shook his head. "But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you haven't noticed."
"Well, it's gonna be much more violent if you kill someone on the field," Millie said, rubbing her hands up her arms, trying to calm herself down. "You can't play on saturday, you're gonna have to get out of the game."
"But I'm first line!" Scott cried.
Stiles shook his head. "Not anymore."
-!-!-!-!- MAGGIE -!-!-!-!-
Maggie walked through the front door oh her house and looked around as she dropped her keys in the dish.
"Hello?" She called out, "I'm home! Mom? Millie? Scott?" Maggie looked into the living room, the kitchen, and was going up the stairs when she heard banging coming from Scott's room and Millie's high pitched screech. Maggie ran to her brother's room and pushed the door open.
"What's wrong?" Maggie panted, looking frantically at her siblings. Scott was panting heavily and pacing and Millie was looking blankly at the floor, her arms wrapped around herself.
Scott looked at Maggie and stopped. Millie's eyes darted to Scott and Maggie didn't understand why they looked so shaken up.
"Scott," Maggie urged, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Scott shook his head, pacing again, "Just some stuff at school."
Maggie stood straighter, surprised and curious. "Is someone giving you a hard time?" Maggie walked into the room and sat next to Millie on the bed.
Scott shook his head. "You have no idea," He mumbled.
"Who's messing with you guys?" Maggie asked as she placed her hand on Millie's shoulder. Millie shied away from Maggie's touch and jerked up onto her feet. "Millie?" Maggie said, hurt by her sister's coldness.
Millie stomped to the door and stopped to look deeply at Scott. "Fix this," She heard Millie grumble at Scott.
Maggie gapped as she watched Millie stomp out of the room. "What just happeed?" Maggie bit at Scott.
"Nothing," He grumbled and walked out the room as well.
Maggie waitined until she was sure Scott and Millie were out of ear shot and reached for her phone. She dialed Derek's number and ignored the way it felt to be on speaking terms. No matter how tense or the situatuoin.
Derek picked up on the third ring with a gruffy and bothered voice. "What."
"It worked," Maggie said silently, "But this will never happen again, do you understand?"
Silence.
"Whatever you say, McCall," Derek finally said and then hung up the phone.
-!-!-!-!- MILLIE -!-!-!-!-
Millie was putting textbooks into her bag and taking some out and into her locker when Scott came up next to her. He leaned against the locker next to her with a lopsided, goofy grin and sighed.
"What's up with you?" Millie chuckled at her brother.
Scott blinked slowly, the smile still on his face. Millie was about to point out his blushing cheeks when Stiles came running down the hall towards them, flailing his arms.
"Hey!" Stiles huffed out once he stopped in front of them, "Come here." Stiles dragged Scott behind him and behind a wall. Millie followed and looked down the hall where Stiles was pointing. His dad was here with one of his deputies talking with the principal.
Millie cocked her head. "What's your dad-"
Stiles frantically put his hand over her mouth and dragged her back behind the wall that hid them. "Shh!" Stiles said dramatically, "Don't be so loud! He'll hear you!" Stiles turned to Scott, "Tell me what they're saying. Can you hear them?"
Scott tilted his head. "There's a curfew because of the body."
Stiles smacked his hands against his legs. "Unbelievable!" He shouted "My dad is looking after a stupid animal whereas the damn real killer can be hanging out, doing whatever he wants."
Millie glared at Stiles and shh'ed at him. "Do you have to be so loud?" Millie sassed.
Stiles rolled his eyes and Millie glared at him.
Scott ignored their antics. "You can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek."
Stiles bit at his nails and fidgeted around. "I can do something."
"Like what?" Millie scoffed.
"Find the other half of the body," Stiles said, looking between Millie and Scott.
"Are you kidding?" Scott exclaimed.
"That's beyond reckless, Stiles," Millie agreed.
"I'm going to find that body," Stiles said one last time and left in the oppostie direction.
Millie sighed as she watched him go and pretended that it didn't hurt when she saw him stare a little longer at Lydia Martin as he walked past her.
"I'm getting really sick of this," Scott mumbled angrily.
Millie patted Scott's shoulder. "I know," She said, "But promise me you won't do anything stupid."
Scott doesn't say anything, just charges down the hall in the direction of Lydia and Allison. They're talking with other lacrosse players and Millie suddenly felt very left out. She didn't have any girl friends and it got lonely with it just being her. Sure, she had Stiles and Scott, but she wondered what it was about her that kept people away.
-!-!-!- MAGGIE -!-!-!-
Maggie was haunted by the old abandoned house in the woods. All of Beacon Hills was. A terrible fire killed a family and then spurged a hundred tales of ghosts and legends. There was even one about a wailing lady crying for her children and whoever walked into the house would be killed and forced to live forever with the wailing lady.
She had made that one up. Just for kicks. But now, looking at the greying house that was falling over itself, she was haunted for different reasons. Looking at it now, it was half fallen apart. The woods panels of the house broke off in odd places and it was painted black with the remnants of the deadly smoke. It was awful to look at, but somewhere far away in her mind, she saw a grand home with lights lighting every window. The house was always loud and anyone close by could hear laughter coming from the inside, but Maggie loved that there was always music. Music was always playing.
Now, it was eerily quiet. Not even the birds sang in these parts of the woods. Death played its tune here, and it took the sound of echoes.
Maggie took a step forward, despite every part of her screaming to turn around. One step, and then another, and then another, and then she was on the front porch. What was left of it anyways. Maggie pushed open the front door that somehow managed to stay attached to the hinged. It creaked loudly and Maggie remembers that it didn't always do that.
"Derek?" Maggie called out. Her voice echoed and she fought the urge to shiver at the coldness of the once warm home.
Derek didn't answer right away, but she knew he was here. She looked around and her footsteps echo like her voice did. It's dusty and there are drapes over left over pieces of furniture. Maggie stopped in front of a picture that was so heavily dusted she could hardly see past its fuzzy exterior. She wiped a finger over it and it showed the faces of a young Cora and Laura. Maggie almost smiled. Almost.
"How did you know I'd be here?"
Maggie spun around quickly at the sound of Derek's voice. How was it that he managed to go without her hearing but when she walked or spoke it was like she had an amplifier following her. She smirked at him, "I had a hunch."
"What do you want." Derek crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her. She knew this wasn't welcome ground to her anymore, but she still had to see it. She had to see the house that was almost like a home to her.
"I know I shouldn't be here," Maggie began, but Derek interrupted.
"You shot me," he barked, "Four times. Right over there," Derek pointed behind her and she didn't have to turn around to know that he was pointing at the fire place.
Maggie cringed but tired to recover and not show what she was truly feeling. "You're not still sore about that are you? It was necessary."
"Don't forget how you just picked up and left right after!" he yelled, "You ran away, Maggie!"
Maggie glowered at him. "You know I had too," she fought back, "It's not like I had a choice!" she yelled, her voice quivering with anger.
Derek closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "What's done is done," he said, "Why are you here Maggie? I don't mean here as in my house, I mean here, here."
"For the very same reason you are." She said slowly, not understanding where his bursts of anger and honesty came from. "And you know that."
Derek tilted his head with slitted eyes, "Do I know that."
Maggie rolled her eyes. "Laura was my friend," Maggie saw the way Derek's eyes softened at the mention of his dead sister. Even for just a split second. "And even though it pains me to admit it, you were right about Scott. He's involved whether I like it or not. So we need a plan."
"We?" Derek scoffed.
"Yes, Derek, we," Maggie sighed deeply and walked closer to him with each word she said, "I'm here because I have to be. I'm here because something is coming, Derek, and we both know this town won't survive without me when it does. So, get off your high horse and accept it. I wouldn't be here if it weren't important."
Maggie was face to face with Derek now, and they were both huffing out deep breaths. They looked intently into the other's eyes until Derek broke their gaze.
"I don't need your help," He said as he turned his back to her.
"Yes, you do," Maggie said softly.
Derek was quiet for a moment until he turned slightly. "I have Laura's body," He said softly, "She'd want you to be there when she was buried."
"Derek," Maggie shook her head, "I don't have to. I've already," Maggie looked down and fiddled with the ring that was on her middle finger, "I've already done my part. I saw her through to the other side."
"Which is why," Derek faced her fully, "You are going to help me dig my dead sister's ditch and tell me every detail about when she came to you."
Maggie wanted to say no, but Derek looked so broken and small, despite his large physique. He and Laura were close and Maggie knew this was the closure he needed.
"Fine," She nodded, "But we're gonna need Tequila."
Derek's mouth twitched and Maggie knew he almost smiled. "Already ahead of you."
-!-!-!-!-!-
Maggie was panting slightly as she sat next to Derek. The ground in front of them was raised and freshly dug up. There were wolfsbane flowers surrounding Laura's final resting place and Maggie knew Laura would have approved. Not too fancy and on her family's land.
Derek unscrewed the cap to the tequila bottle and took a long swig. He frowned as he swallowed and then passed it to Maggie.
"She would approve," Maggie said and then took a sip from the bottle.
Derek nodded, his eyes set on the ground in front of him.
Maggie looked down at her hand and groaned. "My ring is missing."
"A ring?" Derek's voice strained, "Is there a guy back in New York you didn't mention?"
Maggie chuckled. "No, no guy."
Maggie saw Derek visibly relax and she pretended that she didn't.
She also pretended it didn't make her heart skip a beat.
"The ring I've had since high school," Maggie continued, "The blue round one that Laura tried to steal like a thousand times." Maggie laughed and so did Derek, which surprised her but she didn't let it show.
"You got it a flea market," Derek said.
Maggie nodded. "And now the bitch finally has it," Maggie laughed. She leaned forward and tilted the tequila bottle over the ground they buried Laura and poured. "Cheers, Laura."
Maggie sat back down and took another swig from the bottle. This one longer and Maggie closed her eyes and invited the burn of her throat.
"Tell me about it," Derek said quietly.
Maggie didn't have to ask what he was talking to know he wanted to know about Maggie's last encounter with Laura. Maggie took another drink from the bottle and passed it to Derek. He took a long drink and then asked again, "What happened?"
"I had just gotten off of work," Maggie began, "And then it was cold. I knew it was hot outside but I still felt freezing. So, I stopped because I knew. And then she was there. Out of nowhere. I blinked and she was right in front of me, smiling. We watched the sun rise together, and then I held her hand and let her pass through. The last thing she saw was the sun. She was happy."
Derek brought the bottle to his lips again and then drank three large gulps. He breathed heavily as he passed the bottle to Maggie. They sat in silence and tried to cope with how alone they felt in the world, but right now, even though they didn't know if they hated each other or not, they were a little less alone in their grief.
-!-!-!-!-! END
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