Shiloh flounced down the stairs Monday morning wearing a pair of tribal print leggings a comfy white v-neck black pee toe lace up booties and a blue jean jacket.
Her long dark locks were once again straightened down her back in a thick curtain littered with strains of beads and feathers. She'd woken up that morning feeling particularly close to her native American heritage. Her smooth tan skin and dark mocha eyes were makeup free.
Walking into the kitchen she was met with the sight of Natalie cooking breakfast. She furrowed at brows at her, she was use to her working school mornings. "Morning." She mumbled dropping her bag into a seat at the table.
"Good morning Shiloh!" She greeted cheerfully, "How do you like your eggs?"
"Sunny side up." Chirped Lydia as she strutted into the kitchen her heels clicking on the ceramic floor.
"Uh I don't really eat breakfast." Shiloh answered with a uncertain shrug of her shoulders.
"But honey it's the most important meal of the day." Natalie teased, if she noticed Shiloh's grimace at the term of endearment she didn't show it. She simply dropped a plate of two sunny side up eggs with a side of turkey bacon and fresh strawberries in front of her like she did Lydia.
Shiloh smiled at her hoping it looked thankful but it probably came out more as distaste then anything else.
"Shiloh's usual breakfast is a travel mug of straight espresso." Lydia informed her with a chuckle.
"Oh well then I can do that to." Natalia said with a wave of her manicured hand.
The travel mug was set in front of her right as she finished her food and she glanced up at Natalie just now noticing the hopeful look in the women's eyes. Shiloh realized with a start that Natalie wanted Shiloh to like her. Shiloh herself was use to people not liking her, she couldn't image it being the other way around.
She gave her a smile she was sure came out more genuine then the last one a dusting of pink coloring her cheeks, "Thank you."
Natalie beamed at her, "Your welcome sweetie." She replied and Shiloh did her best not to flinch at yet another pet name from the women, it wasn't something she was use to and more often then not the people who did use those nicknames weren't to gentle.
….
The school day passed relatively uneventful Shiloh still sat in the back of her classes and ate lunch with Lydia and Jackson who had started a grape war with her causing her to burst into a fit of giggles at the sight of him trying to get the remains of one out of his hair. She hadn't had a chance to talk to Stiles as much as she would like, he seemed to follow Scott around even more closely than before.
Speaking of she smiled when she saw Scott and Allison caught up in a conversation, in the front of the school where she had wandered looking for the pale brunette.
He left the Argent girl with a smile when her dad pulled up running to practice which is where she was supposed to be right about now. Lydia had to take Prada to the groomers and Jackson was her ride home.
She caught up with Allison before she got to her dads car, "Allison hey!" She called with a smile she had quickly become comfortable with the girl since she seemed to be a little shy like her and less talkative than Lydia.
"Shiloh" Allison greeted pulling the shorter brunette into a lose hug.
"You're not going to stay for practice?" Shiloh asked motioning to her dad waiting for her.
"No I have to help my Mom with more unpacking unfortunately." She groaned, "You don't hate me now do you?" She gasped dramatically.
Shiloh giggled, "I don't know If I can let this one go Allison."
"How about if I buy you reese's tomorrow at lunch?" Allison bargained walking backwards towards her fathers SUV.
"Deal!" Shiloh blurted causing Allison to laugh.
"Okay tomorrow then."
"Bye" Shiloh called waving as they drove away. Then cursing when she checked the time and realized she was late for Lacrosse practice.
…...
"MCCALLS GONNA DO IT AGAIN! MCCALLS GONNA DO IT AGAIN!" Coach Finstock yelled as Shiloh jogged over to stand next to Stiles.
"Oh lord, did I miss something important?" She asked giggling when he jumped and whirled around.
"Hey," Stiles greeted with a smile when he saw it was her, hesitating only for a minute before tugging her into a short hug, "Not really, just Jackson the jackass brutally ramming into people, you know the usual."
Shiloh's eyes sought out the dirty Blonde who waved when he saw her. She rolled her eyes chuckling as she wiggled her fingers back at him.
" hey that 'Jackass' is my ride home." She scolded playfully hitting him lightly on the arm.
He chuckled at her eyeing her with a look that made her stomach drop. "What?" She questioned shifting on her feet when she felt a blush cover her cheeks cursing her ability to blush so easily.
Stiles shook his head in reply, "Cute feathers." He winked.
Shiloh cleared her throat turning to face the field when the whistle blew, biting her lip to hid her smile, "Thank you."
They watched as Scott ran at Jackson hitting him with a force so brutal it rammed him into the ground, you could hear the impact and Stiles' stomach dropped when Shiloh gasped next to him.
She squeezed his arm briefly as a goodbye as she ran onto the field toward the blonde captain clutching his shoulder in pain. Stiles watched her go for a minute before running to help Scott who was bent over fighting the urge to shift on the field.
Derek Hale watched the scene from the shadow his eyes following them to the school before zeroing in on the native American brunette on the field.
…...
Stiles called Scott on skype later that night fake shooting him with a lazer blaster when he answered. "Hey," Scott greeted, "Is it bad?" He asked referring to Jacksons injuries. Shiloh had been in the hospital with him until Lydia could get there, and he had been texting her nonstop.
"Well it's not good, Jacksons got a separated shoulder." He answered reading the from the text Shiloh sent him.
"Because of me?" Scott groaned.
"No because he's a tool," Stiles disagreed, "Now everyone's just counting on you for Saturday."
Scott sigh in frustration, "Well that's just-" He trailed off when he noticed to look on Stiles face, "What?" He asked.
'It looks like.." Stiles started to type before it froze the buffering symbol popping up on the screen.
"It looks like what? C'mon." He mumbled.
'Someone's behind you.'
"What?" he whispered zooming in on the picture. He gasped spinning around in his chair only to be drug out of it by the large leather clad Hale.
"I saw you on the field today" He growled shoving him up against the wall of his bedroom.
"N-nothing Happened." Scott gasped.
"You shifted in front of them!" Derek Snarled. "If they find out about you, they find out about me and then its not just the hunters after us it's everyone!"
"They didn't see a-anything I S-swear." Scott stuttered in reply.
"And they wont!" He warned.
"Because if you even think about playing in that game on Saturday, I'll kill you myself."
….
"What are they saying?" Stiles asked Scott the next day at school motioning toward where his Father and one of his deputy's stood talking to the principle.
"Can you hear them?" Stiles questioned again when he didn't get a reply only to have Scott shush him.
"Curfew because of the body." Scott muttered.
"Unbelievable!" Stiles stated throwing his hands up, "My Dad's looking for a rabid animal while the jerk off that actually killed the girl is just hanging out doing whatever he wants."
"Well we can't exactly tell him the truth about Derek." Scott reasoned.
"No but I can do something." Stiles said.
"Like what?"
"Find the other half of the body." Stiles said determined.
"What?! Stiles"
"SHH!" Stiles shushed Scott noticing that his dad was now talking to Shiloh.
Stiles thought she looked adorable in her pale blue baby doll style sweater dress edged out with her destressed tights hints of color peaking through from the tattoos on her legs and a pair of fuzzy boots. Her pony tail bounced as she talked and he distractedly told Scott to see what they were talking about.
"Good Morning Shiloh" The Sheriff greeted lightly.
She smiled at him nodding her head, "Morning Sheriff Stilinski, what can I do for you?" She asked sweetly.
"Well actually I was wondering if you could maybe help me with something?" The Sheriff asked sheepishly rubbing a hand down his neck in a way that reminded her of Stiles.
"Am I in trouble?" Shiloh questioned in concern.
"Oh no, not at all." He promised waving to idea away, "But I would like to talk to you. You mind coming by the station before the game tomorrow?"
"No problem."
….
"What do you think he wants to talk to her about?" Stiles asked Scott biting his thumb in confusion.
"I don't know." Scott shrugged.
"Alright, come on" Stiles said shaking away the question for the moment to focus back on the task at hand.
"Wait you weren't serious about the body were you?!"
….
Shiloh sat in the hospital waiting room with Lydia while they waited for Jackson. She was happily munching away on her reeses cup she got from the vending machine humming to herself while Lydia talked to one of her friends on her blue tooth twirling her hair around her fingers.
Stiles and Scott entered the hospital about that time, the dynamic due on a mission to get Derek Hale put away, but first Scott had to sniff a dead body it seemed.
Stiles sent him off to the morgue while he headed to the waiting room in order to not look like he was up to something. Thats when he noticed Shiloh happily swinging her feet and eating a reeses next to Lydia in that same little sweater dress as earlier her pretty little pony tail just bouncing along.
"Oh my god" He gasped quietly to himself, before shaking his hands out, "okay. Okay you got this." He mumbled pumping himself to walk over there.
"Hey Shiloh" He greeted shyly watching as she spun around to face him, her face breaking out into a beaming smile her wide dark eyes peering up at him.
"Stiles!" She greeted happily, "What are you doing here?"
"Scott came to see his mom, she's a nurse here." He told her.
"Oh that's sweet of him," She hummed holding out her hand and offering him the second reeses.
He grinned taking it from her. "Thanks."
He cleared his throat, "So listen I was wondering, well I was thinking maybe, If you wanted to, I mean you don't have to but we could-"
"Stiles!"
"Do you wanna go out with me sometime? Maybe?" He said wincing after it was finally out there.
She smiled at him all fond and soft her dark eyes sparkling, "I would love to."
"Really?!" Stiles said a big goofy smile taking over his face.
She laughed in response a real from the belly laugh and Stiles' heart leaped in his throat. It was as beautiful as he thought it would be and he caused it.
"Stiles!" Scott called from the reception desk his eyes wide and frantic before grimacing in apology when he noticed who he was talking to.
"I'm sorry I have to go." Stiles apologized, "I'll see you tomorrow? At the game?"
Shiloh nodded.
"Definitely."
….
"Shiloh! Come on in!" The Sheriff greeted when the brunette knocked on his office door the next day after school. Pushing his file on Derek's arrest from that morning to the side.
Shiloh smiled at him, She had maroon and white stripes painted on her cheeks, beacon hills colors for the game, that matched her light washed jeans and maroon pull over sweater. She had on a pair of maroon and white vans that reminded him of Stiles and her hair was in boxer braids.
"What can I do for you Sheriff?" She asked clasping her hands behind her back and rocking back on her heels.
"Ah yes, I know that all street artist have a sort of distinct style or signature?"
"Yes?" She answered warily.
"Well these have been showing up around town, I know their not yours. I was wondering if maybe you would take a look at a couple pictures and let me know if you happen to recognize it?"
"Um, Sure." Shiloh replied just slightly flustered at the request, she didn't really know how much help she would be.
Shiloh's eyes widened as he laid out the pictures in front of her one by one, They were distorted scenes out of Alice in wonderland, the little 10/6 hidden in every picture told her exactly who it was but she…..
"No I'm sorry Sheriff I don't recognize them."
….
The Sheriff drove Shiloh with him to the game while she nervously bit her bit trying to figure out how she was gonna deal with her newest dilemma, and stewing with guilt over not telling the Sheriff the truth, something she wouldn't think twice about usually but this was Stiles' dad.
Stiles sat on the bench anxiously chewing on his glove when the Sheriff and Shiloh walked up behind him.
"Hey kid." The Sheriff greeted clapping him on the shoulder, "You think we'll see any action tonight?"
"Action?" Stiles questioned glancing back at his dad and doing a double take that did not go unnoticed by his father at Shiloh standing next to him, "Maybe." He agreed nodding his head.
His Dad chuckled, "Alright, well I'm gonna go say hi to Melissa, see you after?"
"Sure thing." Stiles said waving him off as Shiloh moved to stand in front of him, he stood up to greet her.
"Are you nervous?" Shiloh asked tilting her head to the side as the team huddled on the field.
"Uh maybe a little." Stiles admitted with a chuckle.
She grinned at him grabbing one of his hands she lent up on her tippy toes pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek, "Well then good luck."
He sputtered for a minute his cheeks blazing realizing that his dad had probably watched her kiss him and his brain going fuzzy when the realization that she had actually kissed him hit.
"But I don't actually play." He mumbled rubbing a hand over his buzz cut.
"I know." She winked at him squeezing his hand once more before going to sit with Lydia and Allison when the whistle blew.
His eyes followed her the entire way.
….
Shiloh beamed climbing off the bleachers and into the crowd set on congratulating Stiles on the win, when she noticed him running toward the locker room after Scott.
She sighed trying not the feel disappointed her eyes now looking for Lydia to see when they were going home.
"Shiloh!" She turned at the sound of her name being called smiling slightly at the leather clad figure behind her.
"Hi Derek." She greeted politely.
"So how about that tattoo shop?"