[ start of wolfs bane part two]

Eleanor's talk, the rest of the school day flew by like normal. And so, like any other Thursday, Eleanor went home to the Stilinski household; it was pizza night.

As soon as the youngest Hale entered the house, she could sense something was different. She looked around in wonder as Stiles hung up his jacket, and followed him up the stairs, climbing two at a time to keep up with his long legs. And as soon as she pushed the bedroom door open, she could tell what that something was. It was a someone. Derek.

A pair of footsteps were following up the stairs behind the pair as they walked into the room, catching Stiles completely off guard as he noticed the broody Hale standing behind his door.

"Hey, Stiles!" Stilinski called after his son.

Stiles fumbled to find his words as he made contact with the werewolf he denied being scared of. "Yo, D-Derek? I, um-"

Both of the siblings shook their head in denial and Eleanor motioned for Derek to stay where he was as she sped to open the door, smiling politely at Noah as he furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes fixated on his hyperactive son behind her.

"What'd you just say?"

"What?" Stiles questioned, as if he hadn't let Derek's name slip. "I said 'yo d-dad'"

"Listen, I've got to take care of something but I'm going to be there tonight. For your first game, I mean."

The sheriff smiled with pride as the words left his mouth and Stiles widened his eyes, turning to look at Eleanor as her mouth hung agape in shock. "What?"

She crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance and Noah grimaced, sensing the growing tension. "I'll leave you guys to talk about it. But Stiles - I'm proud of you. I really am."

With that, the two Stilinski's shared a brief hug. They departed swiftly afterwards, allowing Noah to descend the stairs and exit the house to take care of the business he had been speaking of. It also allowed Stiles to return to a very annoyed Eleanor.

"Your first game, huh?"

Stiles winced. "Listen, I was gonna tell you-"

"When? It's tonight."

Derek sat down on the bed beside him, already knowing that this was bound to take a while, and was probably going to turn into a full blown argument. They'd do this sometimes, Eleanor would tell him all about it. It would start off with something small, and then it would turn into something completely different and Eleanor would always end up in tears over something unnecessary.

"Oh, c'mon Nora it's not that important." Stiles tried to justify, which she raised her eyebrows to.

"Of course it is. This is your first time playing since you joined the bloody team Ti!"

He simply shrugged, rolling his eyes slightly. "We've got more important things to worry about. Seriously, stop making a big deal out of nothing."

Eleanor took a step back and scoffed. "By all means, go ahead. I'll leave so you can get back to the important things, and I'll continue making a big deal out of nothing."

"That's not what I said-"

"It's exactly what you said." Eleanor reprimanded, turning on her heel to leave as Stiles moved forward to grab her wrist.

"I didn't mean it like that-"

Eleanor let out a humourless laugh. "You never do. It's just me making a big deal out of nothing. Good luck tonight, love you."

And she left the room.

Stiles groaned in frustration, kicking the door frame as he tried following her, getting stopped by Derek's hand on his shoulder. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, turning back to look at Eleanor's brother.

"Don't. Let her calm down, she knows she was being sorta unreasonable. Besides, we do have some things to talk about."

"Like what?" The teenager questioned, stepping back and toward his computer as Derek sighed.

"The necklace. And that text to Allison on the night we went to school."

...

the fallout between herself and Stiles, Eleanor decided she needed girl talk. She needed someone who knew exactly what she was talking about, and someone who wouldn't take Stiles' side no matter how much she knew that Stiles was right.

And so, as the door opened, she was immediately ushered into Lydia's house. The strawberry blonde, as well as providing moral support due to their rekindled friendship, also wanted to do this as a thank you for what had happened earlier that day. Eleanor was there for Lydia when she needed it most, and so, it was only obvious that Lydia should return the favour.

Eleanor followed Lydia up the staircase and toward her bedroom, the sweet scent of vanilla and rose tickling her nose as her feet hit the plush carpet of the young Martin's bedroom. She allowed herself to fall onto the soft linen bedsheets of Lydia's king sized and sighed.

The strawberry blonde furrowed her eyebrows, joining Eleanor on the bed. "What happened?"

Eleanor tried to compose her thoughts, her mind haywire with emotion for the crush she had just argued with. Involuntarily, her eyesight became cloudy and blurry, and a tear slipped down her cheek as she looked back up at her friend, her lips pursed into a pout as her bottom lip trembled.

Immediately, Lydia scooted next to the heart wrenched girl, pulling her into a comforting hug as she tried to wipe her tears. "Oh, Elle."

They stayed this way for several minutes, Eleanor trying her best to rid the tears she was crying, and Lydia holding her gently, letting her cry. It was only when her tears started to seize that Eleanor finally had the words to reply.

"I - I'm being so stupid, 'm making a big deal out of nothing. I shouldn't be here, I-"

She made a move to stand up, but Lydia pulled her back down and shook her head. "No, no you're not leaving like this. Tell me what happened."

"I was at Stiles', and his dad said something about the lacrosse game tonight and how Stiles was meant to be playing." She started, avoiding eye contact as she fiddled with her fingers. "And Stiles hadn't told me anything about it, and this game is so important to him and- and then when I talked to him about it he told me to stop making a big deal out of nothing, and I just felt so stupid and-"

Lydia held up her hand. "I'm going to stop you right there. You're not stupid, and you have a right to be upset. You're probably just blinded by the admiration you have for him."

"But it's not just an admiration, is it? And I just had a complete meltdown over him not telling me something! I don't know why I'm so-"

"In love with him?"

The word made everything deathly silent, and Eleanor hesitated slightly, humouring the idea before coming to a realistic conclusion.

She shook her head. "No, no that's not it. I couldn't possibly be in love with him."

Lydia raised her eyebrows, but nonetheless sighed and stood up, walking over to her wardrobe as she began searching the racks. "Well, you're well on your way. Your feelings a strong, really strong, and you must feel something like that to have an argument over a lacrosse game."

"But it wasn't just a lacrosse game." Eleanor started, fiddling with the duvet between her fingertips. "It was him not telling me things. We've known each other since we were eight and we rarely keep things from one another, same goes for Scott."

It was silent for a few seconds, leaving Eleanor to think over what she had just said, and what had happened previously with her best friend. Lydia couldn't be right, at all, because Eleanor didn't fall easily. In fact, she had only ever been sure she was in love once, and that didn't exactly go to plan. She was reserved, she didn't let people in easily, and although Stiles was her best friend and had been for years, she knew that she wasn't in love with him. Yet.

Eleanor joined Lydia in standing up, sighing and shaking her head as she did so. "I'm just being dramatic Lyds, I'll get over it soon enough."

"If you don't love him, or feel anything like it; stop pining over him Elle, you can do better."

"I feel something. Maybe not love, but something." Eleanor looked away from Lydia's gaze, her eyes set on the moonlight glaring through the Martin's bedroom window. "And I don't want better Lyds, I'm not sure it's even possible. I want him."

Lydia gave a wry smile, a sympathetic look in her eye as she stared ahead at the young Hale whom looked slightly lost by the entire talk of a certain Stilinski. She looked delicate, she looked breakable, she looked vulnerable, and Lydia knew one thing for certain. Although she may not figure it out for a while, Eleanor Hale was undeniably in love with Stiles Stilinski.

...

Eleanor stared down at the glass screen in confusion over Derek's evasive text and checked her watch for the time, frowning. He had written 'us', which would imply that Stiles and him were still together, which could only mean that they had found a clue, or a query.

Another check at the time and Eleanor realised something else. Stiles was going to miss his first lacrosse game. At the though of this, Eleanor stood from her bed and grabbed one of Derek's old leather jackets, pushing her arms through the sleeves as she rushed out of the house and connected to her older brother.

She used her sense of smell to navigate her way to both boys, and found herself on the familiar road to the hospital, making the young Hale worry even more. She knew from her abilities that they weren't hurt, for she would be able to feel it, but that didn't stop her from worrying. What if somebody else was? What if they were in danger? Many thoughts raced through her head as she picked up her pace, hoping to arrive as soon as possible.

Not even minutes later, she came to a halt outside the hospital, and immediately spotted Stiles' infamous blue jeep, Roscoe. She let out a sigh of relief upon finding the boys were still inside, healthy and safe, and that neither of them had gotten into any danger like she previously anticipated. However, she became severely puzzled when Stiles' head was slammed into his steering wheel by her brother; subsequently causing her own head to ache.

She grabbed ahold Stiles' door handle and yanked it open, catching their attention as she stared at Derek across from her best friend." What the hell are you two doing?"

Derek raised his eyebrows at his sister's presence. "The text to Allison the other night, it was from Melissa's computer. We came here to look around and see if we can find anything. What are you doing here?"

"I got your text." Eleanor spoke softly, glancing at Stiles guiltily. "I finished throwing a tantrum and I wanted to help."

Derek chuckled, pushing Stiles sideways and out of the vehicle, watching in achievement as he stumbled into Eleanor. Stiles let out a few incoherent mumbles before smiling sheepishly at his best friend, turning back to Derek to gift him with a glare. Slowly, Stiles shut the jeep door behind him at Derek's request.

The pair began walking toward the entrance, a light awkwardness between them as Eleanor spoke. "So, why aren't you at the game?"

"I - uh, Derek needed my help, and I don't want to tell Scott about his mom yet. I figured I could try and sort this out before I have to tell him, he has enough to handle at the moment."

Eleanor nodded understandingly, looking up at him in adoration, and she immediately felt obliged to apologise for how she'd acted earlier. She felt utterly idiotic, dramatic and selfish as she looked on at how amazing Stiles was being, trying to help Scott and save the day just like he always did.

Eleanor paused in her steps. "I'm really sorry."

Stiles, unbeknown to Eleanor's stop, turned around slowly, stopping himself from walking any further. He scratched the back of his neck, opening his mouth to apologise too, but the young Hale beat him to it before he could do so much as utter a single word.

"No." She interjected. "I know I overreacted. I don't know what's gotten in to me lately, but that was entirely my fault. I'm sorry, really sorry."

Stiles sighed, walking toward her and pulling her gently into a hug. "I'm sorry for not telling you. I don't like it when we argue."

"Me neither." Eleanor agreed, leaning her head onto his chest to give him a tight squeeze.

They broke apart after several seconds, and gladly joined each other in entering the hospital building in search of Melissa, Stiles hand resting softly on the small of Eleanor's back. They immediately headed to the front desk, their eyes alert as they scanned the premises for their favourite Beacon Hills mom.

They proceeded to check the staff room of the hospital, and the various different reception desks, coming up empty handed on all occasions.

Eleanor sighed in dismay and fished her phone out of her pocket, dialling the familiar digits of Derek's number as she put the device to her ear, tapping impatiently on her leg as she subconsciously watched Stiles search.

"Did you find her?"

"No." Eleanor mumbled, biting her lip nervously. "We can't see her anywhere."

Derek sighed, suggesting the only other viable option. "Ask for Jennifer, the one looking after Peter? She might know where she is."

Without Eleanor's knowledge, Stiles had opened a door and was peering into Peter's hospital room, somewhere Eleanor hadn't been for a little under a year. A shiver ran through her spine but nonetheless she followed after the boy and into the seemingly empty room. Something wasn't right.

"Derek." The twin started shakily. "He's not here."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, he's gone. He's not here Derek." From the end of the other line, she could hear her brothers curses, and ultimately knew what was to come from his lips.

She listened intently to his next plead. "Eleanor, Stiles, you have to get out of there, right now. It's him - Elle, it's him. He's the Alpha."

The phone clattered to the ground and the two best friends shared a brief look with one another, their eyes filled with nothing but worry. Eleanor paced toward him, lacing her fingers with his as she pulled him out of the room, her eyes searching her surroundings.

She jumped backwards and into Stiles at the sight of her supposed comatose uncle standing a few feet away from them. Stiles' mouth fell agape and Eleanor turned back to make sure that he was behind her, and behind the line of danger. She needed to get him out of there.

Peter grinned deviously at his niece. "Sweet Eleanor, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

A shiver ran down her spine, but she stood straight and firm, her hand tightening around Stiles' to remind her he was still there. She turned around and pushed him forward toward the exit, but they came to an immediate stop as Jennifer blocked the doors.

"What are you doing here?" Her polite smile dropped into a low smirk. "Visiting hours are over."

Stiles stumbled to the left, pointing at Jennifer, and with his other hand at Peter. He looked as if he had seen a ghost. "You - and, and him. You're the ones - oh my, and he's the? Oh my god, I'm going to die."

Stressed and hopeless, Stiles ran a hand through his hair as Eleanor shook her head in disapproval. She turned her head and shifted into werewolf form, immediately becoming protective over Stiles and his fear of dying as she made sure that neither of them would be able to reach him.

"No you're not, not on my watch."

But before Eleanor could act upon either of them, Derek appeared in front of Jennifer, and instantly knocked her to the floor with his elbow. A firm and stone-cold expression had settled onto his face, and Eleanor almost breathed out a sigh of relief. Almost.

Peter frowned patronisingly. "Hey, that's not nice, that was my nurse."

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people."

Eleanor turned to Stiles and motioned to the desk beside them. "Get out of the way, and stay low."

Stiles made a start to move, however froze as he processed her words, and turned back to Eleanor, his hand softly grazing her cheek. His eyebrows furrowed and Eleanor bit her lip as he looked between Derek and Peter, unsure on what to do.

"What about you?"

"You can't protect yourself the way I can Stiles, okay? I can't let anything happen to you, I won't. Please, can you just stay safe?"

Stiles frowned, knowing Eleanor was right as he ducked down and crawled behind the desk, shielding himself from any possible danger as he willed for Eleanor to stay safe and uninjured.

"You think I killed Laura on purpose?" At the mention of her sisters name, Eleanor growled. "My own family?"

Derek gave up trying to control himself and charged at his uncle, bearing his teeth and glowing his eyes, using the desk to gain momentum as he launched himself toward the monstrous being.

Peter immediately caught Derek by the jacket, and hauled him into the wall. "My mind, my personality were literally burned out of me. I was driven by pure instinct."

Eleanor greeted the eldest Hale with a punch, which distracted him enough to let go of her brother. She pushed Peter backwards viciously, her eyes filled with hatred and disgust. "You want forgiveness? You're looking at the wrong people."

Peter chuckled and used his power to send her flying into the glass doors of the hospital entrance, shattering them in the process; causing Stiles to look upward and make eye contact with Eleanor. His expression turned into one of desperation as he tried to stand up and run forward, but Eleanor's stare stopped him.

"I want understanding." Peter growled, towering above her."Do you have any idea - what it was like for me all those years? Healing so slow, cell by cell, coming back to consciousness. Becoming an Alpha, taking it from Laura may have pushed me over the edge in the healing process, yeah, but that's not my fault. I can't help it."

Tears welled in her eyes as Eleanor looked up at Peter in horror, not trusting herself to fight back as she picked herself up slowly, trying not to groan in pain. She didn't even try to wipe the tears that fell from her eyes.

Peter ignored this completely, and focused on Derek instead. "I tried telling you what was happening. I tried warning you."

Eleanor's brother stepped forward, as if he believed what Peter was saying, and she scoffed, pulling a piece of glass from her hand. Derek looked over to her in sympathy and guilt, and for the first time since she'd met him, she felt like she didn't know who he was. She felt like he was abandoning her.

Derek stepped forward, sliding his hand onto her arm to try and get her to stay as she freaked out and pushed his hands away from her several times, her arms shaky and unsteady.