I know I know, this chapter is probably super rushed! Anyway, first of all let me clarify a few things: Lizzie was 4 when Claudia died and she died at 12 years old just after the whole Kanima debacle (Which I'm using to explain the sudden hair change in season 3). Catherine remains a mystery! Even though many could probably guess...

To say that the pack was confused would be an understatement, Lydia decided; however no one had it in them to ask.

The scene that had just played out in front of their eyes had seemed like too tender a memory to mess with. Lydia felt as if it were something she wasn't meant to see let alone poke around in, and so they all stood in silence, watching as Stiles continued to stroke the ebony strands of the girl he had called Lizzie's head.

They sat in silence for what, to Lydia, seemed like hours, but she knew it had only been a few minutes before Stiles decided to break the quiet, his eyes finally leaving the girl on the bed to peer up at his pack.

"Do you... Do you think this is real?" he asked eyes so broken and hopeful no one dared say the contrary.

Despite his vulnerable gaze, Lydia saw this as a cue to be rational and logical, and she said as softly as she could "Well... we don't know what's going on really. The only person who seems to know anything is you and Scott" Because even though everyone sat their staring as Stiles interacted with 'Lizzie', Lydia had noticed how Scott was watching with eyes filled with grief and understanding.

Scott looked stricken for a moment before he met her eyes and he nodded firmly and turned to Stiles, his face the portrait of anguish and guilt "Stiles...I-I-I just" He struggled to convey his thoughts

"It's okay Scott" Stiles finally said sighing and his hand finally stopped stroking the umber locks of the child as he stood up, only to sit down again and put his head in his hands pulling at his own hair.

"It's just, she looks...like before" Scott finally said sitting down next to Stiles and rubbing soothing circles on his back gingerly as if Stiles could break with the slightest push.

"I know it's just..." He sighs "I know"

This proceeded to confuse the other participants in the room further but they kept their moves shut patiently. Except Malia who walked up to Stiles and sat on the only space at the end of the bed left, she gently coaxed his hand away from his head and asked as softly as Malia could manage "What's going on Stiles?"

Everyone waited patiently as Stiles rubbed his thumb over Malia's hand in thought, until finally he pulled his hand away and began quietly.

"Her name is um... Elizabeth. Pretty normal compared to my name" He chuckled humourlessly "Maybe that's because my dad picked it, I guess... errr sh-she's my sister. Or was I guess-Or is... I don't know..." The entire room sucked in a breath as Stiles struggled with words, the tension in the room so thick you could cut it with a knife.
"On her...7th birthday we were sitting in her room. She never really liked parties, I don't know why, she preferred to just sit in her room playing with me and-and dad" Despite Lydia's confusion as to the relevance of the story, she listened carefully, her hands itching to comfort the distressed pack member, however she stayed still as stone.

"She started... complaining, said she didn't feel too good. She had been sick for a while, but we just didn't recognise the symptoms- weren't looking. We realised she was getting skinny, and she used to get fevers every night, sweat so much we changed the bed sheets every day." He paused and sucked in a breath "Anyway... on her birthday she said everything was aching... that everything hurt. Then her nose started to bleed, we decided to wait a few minutes- see if it would pass.

"When it didn't, my dad went out of the room to call an ambulance and I don't know how long I sat there holding her as she cried and whimpered. Eventually we got to the hospital and the doctors took her away. Test after test after test. We just sat in the waiting room, me and my dad too shocked to talk until a doctor came up to us and said her white blood cell count was far too low. Said she was in pain because the lymphocytes in her bone marrow had extended into her blood. Chronic Lymphocytic Leukaemia they called it. Cancer"

Dead silence filled the room as everyone stood shocked at the things Stiles said he had been through. It was ridiculous, Lydia thought, that they always talked about how the supernatural has wronged them, however even if the supernatural never was, Stiles life would still suck.

The desert wolf never would have tried to murder Malia, killing her family and trapping her as a coyote.

Derek's family never would have died, because the fire would never have been started.

Peter would never have gone crazy and bitten Scott, and all the events afterwards would have never been.

Stiles however, would have still lost his mother to who-knows-what and his sister to cancer; no matter how much the supernatural has wounded them all Stiles would always have been wounded by this.

Slowly one by one everyone moved to sit next to or on the bed, all touching Stiles in one way or another. Saying nothing put keeping their hands on his arm, neck, leg, etc.

Because of this, no one noticed the little girl in the bed as all her hair slowly fell out, her skin becoming less clear and more bruised and blue, her eyes behind her eyelids becoming red, her organs becoming weak.

Soon though, she began to stir and they all turned to see. Taken back by the huge change between the beautiful happy girl they had just seen and the sick child they see now.

"Stiles?" She called out.

Before long he was right beside her stroking her now bald head as she blearily reached out for him. It becomes clear she's allot older now, she looks around 11 or 12 in Lydia's opinion, however Elizabeth is too sick to tell.

"Hey Lizzie" He says in a gentle whisper, kneeling beside her bedside as she smiles softly.

"You grew out your hair?" She asks, suddenly confused, Stiles subconsciously runs a hand through his hair, and nods gently, unsure.

"That was quick; your hair was short yesterday. Does this mean I'm going to die?" And she sounds so calm, as if she has been waiting for this. She had, Lydia realises she spent who knows how long getting ready to die.

"I love you Little Elephant" He says instead, purposely ignoring the question "I won't let you die" The 'again' goes unspoken, but Lizzie wouldn't know. To her, this is her first time.

"I'm tired Stiles" She says, and everyone knows she's not talking about falling asleep "I've been fighting for 5 years. I'm tired and I want to stop" Stiles just stares at her and smiles a watery smile as a tear escapes his eye.

"Okay" He finally says and rests his forehead against hers, not unlike what he did to the younger version of Elizabeth.

"But Stiles" She says "You promised me you would only grow out your hair after I die" Stiles nods silently, and because this never happened before is unsure how to respond. For once, Stiles is out of words.

"Sorry" He decides to answer with.

"S'okay" and she manoeuvres herself into his lap as he sits on the bed, careful not to irritate the machines attached to her Lydia now realises came out of nowhere. "Do you think I'll see Catherine and Mummy when I leave?" Whoever this mysterious Catherine is, Stiles chokes on thin air when she's mentioned, but he rights himself quickly.

"I'm sure you will Little Elephant"

"I Love You Stiles" She says quietly beginning to close her droopy eyelids.

"I Love You Too Elizabeth" And just like that the machines begin to blare maniacally and the girl in Stiles arms begins to disappear like a shadow being exposed to the sun.

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