"So you brought a random stranger from the side of the road, into our home," The sheriff whisper yelled, at Stiles not waking up Hope.
"So what was I just supposed to do, just leave her there?" Stiles asked his father,"You know how dangerous this place can get," Stiles said while gesturing around him.
"Have you stopped to think that she might be supernatural."
Stiles opened his mouth to retort, but then he closed it remembering, the shock he felt when they touched.
"You already think she's supernatural don't you?" Stilinski asked.
"Maybe . . . I don't know," Stiles told him,"But what I do know is that she needed help and so I offered."
"What do you mean she needed help?"
"Hope's boyfriend left her for her friend. And I heard her crying in middle of the night about her parents," Stiles said, and his dad's expression turned to sympathy.
"Fine but I'll gonna run a background check on her."
Time Skip
Hope woke up to the smell of bacon sizzling on a hot skillet. Hope sat up and stretched remembering the night before.
Hope took in the surroundings of her room, not being able to last night because she was to tired. It was simple, having a bed in the center of the room, a three drawer dresser against the wall next to the door, a closet with empty hangers, and a night stand beside her bed.
Hope stretched feeling the soreness in her body, before she got up out of bed and walked out following the smell of bacon.
Hope turned a corner to reveal Stiles by the stove, spatula in hand.
Stiles turned around to see Hope,"Morning," He told her.
"Morning."
"Uhh do you like bacon?" Stiles asked awkwardly.
Hope laughed,"Yeah. I don't know many people who don't, besides vegetarians," She said while wrinkling her nose.
Stiles nodded in agreement.
Stiles looked away from the bacon for one second, and his hands sparked with power, making the stove catch on fire.
"HOLY SHIT," Stiles yelled jumping back from the burning stove.
Hope waved her hand, while muttering,"Adiuuatur," causing the fire to go out like it was never there.
"Uhh that just happened," Stiles said eyes wide.
"I won't say anything if you won't," Hope told him while pretending to be shocked, and in truth she was a little bit, she was wondering how the fire was caused.
"Okay . . . agreed," Stiles said voice a bit higher than normal.
After cleaning up the soot they finally sat down.
"So, how long are you planning on staying?" Stiles asked her while trading out the bacon for cereal.
"I don't know. Maybe I could go to school here," Hope said thinking out loud.
"Okay maybe I could introduce you to some people," Stiles suggested,"Give you a good start."
Hope nodded in thanks,"I'll be fine."
Stiles nodded back and a awkward silence settled in.
"So uhh how are you getting settled in? Do you need anything?" Stiles asked a little awkwardly.
Hope stood up from her seat,"I just need a shower for now," she said before walking into the bathroom.
Time Skip
Stiles had went back into his room, and tried to piece together who Hope is, since she really wasn't opening up, but she had been through a lot, he knew that much for sure.
Hope leaned her head against the tile wall feeling the scalding water slide against her skin. Thoughts circled her mind,'Why was Stiles being so trusting? Why did she feel this way about him? What is he?' These thoughts continued to run rampant, Her mind wandered to the look in his eyes, sure he had a sarcastic manner. But his eyes told a different story, it was like they had seen to much, experienced to much. Hope hadn't even seen that look in her thousand year old family.
Hope felt the water slowly start to turn cold, she turned off the faucet, and stepped out of the shower. Hope grabbed a towel wrapped it under her arms and stepped out of the bathroom.
Only to bump into Stiles sending them both falling to the ground, Hope was now on top of Stiles, his hands acting on instinct went to her waist making her draw in a sharp breath, their lips were only inches apart. Stiles eyes widened, as he realized what was happening, his gaze went to her lips, making Hope blush.
Something told Hope to lean down, to let her lips meet his, slowly her head started to descend.
"Stiles?" a female voice said, making both Stiles and Hope freeze.
"Gah," Stiles shouted out flipping Hope over, and sitting up in front of her concealing her revealing appearance.
Hope looked over Stiles' shoulder to see a strawberry blonde woman standing there staring at both of them with wide eyes and her skin bright red from embarrassment.
"Lydia," Stiles said with a shaking voice,"What are you doing here?"
"Y-Your dad asked me to come by and check on you," The girl said, averting her eyes.
"Uhh can you please go away?" Stiles asked.
Lydia nodded violently, moving out of the hallway.
Stiles looked to Hope and immediately regretted it seeing how her towel had dropped a lot lower than it should be. Stiles looked up to the ceiling refusing to meet Hope's gaze.
"Uhhh can you cover up please?" Stiles asked in a high voice.
Hope turned beet red with embarrassment, she pulled up her towel and ran into her room. Hope sat on her bed burying her face in her hands, groaning at what just happened.
Stiles went to the front room, his clothes wet from his and Hope's collision.
Lydia was looking at him with wide eyes, shocked at what she just saw.
"Let me just start off by saying that that wasn't what it looked like," Stiles told her.
"Well then what the hell was it?" Lydia asked.
"We just tripped over each other and we fell. That's it," Stiles said, not mentioning how comfortable he felt when they were so close to each other, or how their bodies seem to mold together like they were meant to.
"Well, you seem to be having a situation," Lydia said, while pointing down.
Stiles went red when she realized what she meant so he sat down on the couch while pulling a decorative pillow in his lap.
"So why did my dad want you to check on me?" Stiles said changing the subject.
"To make sure you weren't dead in a ditch, and that's just quoting him," Lydia said,"Who's the girl?" Lydia asked with a hint of jealously. (A/N) Lydia and Stiles aren't together.
"Oh her names Hope, Hope Mikaelson," Stiles said,'Wait how do I know her last name.' Stiles thought, realizing she never told him her last name.
"How well do you know her?" Lydia questioned.
"Not really well I just met her last night," Stiles told her realizing how stupid he sounds.
"So you don't know anything about her besides her name?"
"Uhh I guess not," Stiles said.
Just then Hope walked in, completely dressed her hair still a bit damp from the shower, she blushed when she looked at Stiles.
"I'm s-s-sorry about the whole thing," Hope said hesitantly, stumbling on a few words.
"It wasn't your fault," Stiles reassured her.
Lydia cleared her throat getting both of their attention.
"Oh Hope this is Lydia. Lydia, Hope," Stiles said.
"Hi," Hope said.
"Hello."
"Great, now that you both know each other," Stiles said.
"I should probably be going," Lydia said, standing up,"Oh and Stiles we have a . . . . meeting tomorrow."
Stiles knew what she meant a pack meeting the first one that he would be invited to for a while.
Lydia left, and Stiles turned to Hope and gave her an awkward smile.
Neither of them knew what was about to happen tomorrow on the full moon.