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"Sara, dad was in the hospital. But he’s okay and back at work now." Stiles said in a voice rough from crying. This is the one call I never wanted to get. I left five years ago to go get away after mom died.
"I'm coming home, little fox." I said, refusing to cry.
The Beacon Hills sign brings back both good and bad memories. I never wanted to come back here, but dad and little fox need me. When I reach my childhood home, nothing looks different. Dads cruiser is in the driveway with mom’s jeep. The front steps are still sagging in the middle, I guess dad never got around to fixing those.
The front door swings open, revealing a grown-up Stiles, his hair is longer, and he is filled out some. When I left, he was still shorter than me, only coming up to my shoulders. Now, he towers over my 5’2”, I’m at his shoulders now.
“Little Fox,” I say, running into his arms, “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Sara, you’re so short.” Of course, leave it to Stiles to make a joke after five years apart.
“Tell me everything, what happened?” I ask in a rush, suddenly remembering that a family reunion isn’t the reason for this impromptu trip home.
Stiles looks like he doesn’t want to tell me, I can see him making his ‘I don’t want to tell you the truth’ face. He has always made that face when he is about to lie.
“Don’t lie to me, Mieczyslaw.” I say, pulling out first names. He grimaces at hearing his first name, only mom and I were ever able to say it correctly.
“You’re not going to believe me if I tell you. It’s a long story that seems unbelievable.”
“Just tell me what’s going on, Little Fox. I need to know.” I say, trying to hold back tears. He pulls me into a hug, slightly crushing me.
“Okay, Siostra,” he calls me sister in polish, “but you can’t interrupt, and you have to believe me.” I nod, telling him to continue.
“Well, werewolves are real, and Scott got turned into one by a rouge alpha and then we met another werewolf and we got wrapped up in taking down the alpha who turned out to be the other wolf, Derek’s, uncle and we killed him and now Derek is the alpha but other monsters keep coming to town and we have to help protect the town and at first I didn’t want to tell dad but I couldn’t keep lying to him and telling him actually made everything a little bit easier but then he got kidnapped by a bunch of vampires that want to take over the town and we rescued him and killed the vampires but h got hurt pretty bad and he’s in the hospital and e got hit in the head pretty bad and keep asking for you so I didn’t know what to do so I called you but now I’m scared you’re going to get hurt and I’m just scared.” By the time he’s done talking his face is slightly blue from not breathing and it takes me a second to understand what he said.
“Dad got kidnapped by vampires and Scotts a werewolf? Who’s the other werewolf?”
“Yes, Yes and Derek Hale.”
“Derek Hale? I think I went to school with him, at least for a bit. But okay so werewolves. What the fuck?” I said
“I can call Scott or Derek and see if they will come over and talk to you.” Stiles said, trying to calm me down.
“Actually, give me Scott’s number, I haven’t talked to him in forever.” I said, I can’t remember the last time I actually talked to Scott, he used to be like my little brother too. Ever since him and stiles became inseparable. He pulled out his phone and rattled off the number as I typed it into my phone.
--“Hey, Bratanek.” I said, using my old nickname for him.
--“Sara? Oh my god! Stiles didn’t tell me he was calling you home.” He yells in my ear.
--“Oh yeah. And he also told me about the trouble you two have gotten yourselves in.” I said, my tone bordering on reprimanding.
--“Uh…… he said he wasn’t gonna tell you.” He says, sheepishly.
--“Well, when has he ever been able to lie to me?”
“I’m right here and I’ve done it before.” Stiles says pouting. He looks away when I glare at him.
--“Come to the house with any other werewolves as soon as you can, Bratanek.”
--“Okay but be prepared the only one available right now is the perpetually angry one.” He says.
--“That’s fine, hurry up. Kocham cię, siostrzeniec.” I say hanging up the phone.
I sit on the couch, waiting for stiles to start talking like I know he’s going to.
“Did he say who he is bringing?” he asks, nervously. Chewing on his lip, he sits next to me.
“He said, the perpetually angry one.”
“Oh, that sucks. Him and I do not get along.” He says with a sigh.
“Is he mean to you?” I ask, falling into my old roll of pseudo-mom.
“Well, I mean not really, but kinda. He just doesn’t like me, and I always talk to much and get on his nerves, and he’s mean.” He says, staring intently at the floor. It’s always been like this, no matter how old he is, he knows he can always talk to me about anything.
“Well, I will deal with that.” No one gets to mess with my little brother. I don’t care who they are.
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The knocking in the door pulls our attention from the random channel Stiles out the tv on.
“Come in.” Stiles says.
I run and jump in Scotts arms as soon as he clears the door. Another little brother taller than me. When I step back, I see the man with him.
“święte gówno, twoje piękne.” I whisper. With Stiles giggling behind me, of course hearing what I said. He leans over and whisper in Scotts ear what I said. Still looking at the man, I see a small smile tug at the corner of his lips.
“Sara, this is Derek Hale.” Stiles announces through a laugh.
“and werewolf heightened hearing means he heard what stiles told me you said.” Scotts says, quietly.
“STILES! What? Chyba sobie zartujesz.” I say, getting flustered. I decide the best course of action is to just turn around and escape to the kitchen.