Lone Wolf

Keegan woke the next morning to an empty feeling in her chest, a loud alarm and the sun shining in her eyes. She mentally groaned, 'Why did I set my alarm for so early...,' but forced herself out of bed and told herself it was time to get dressed. She slowly descended the stairs and smiled when she read the note on the counter:

"Don't forget its Family Night tonight. Let's cook our usual and I already picked out the movies. Be home by five! -Dad"

She placed the note back on the counter and grabbed her iPod before heading out the door. Crossing the driveway, she passed Stiles and Scott who sat in the Stilinski driveway working on the Jeep. She smiled and waved at them, avoiding Stiles' gaze and quickly continued on her way. The boys exchanged curious looks and watched her disappear down the street.

Not long into Keegan's morning routine, she felt winded and decided to stop. She ambled down the road and smiled to herself when she spotted the park across the street. A light breeze blew across the flat ground, causing the swings to move; beckoning her to them. As she sat down, she pulled her phone from her pocket and quickly dialed her other self-conscious.

"Hello my love!"

"Hey Lydia..."

The tone of Lydia's voice changed immediately, making Keegan crack a small smile. The strawberry blonde knew her all too well, "What's wrong?" Keegan sighed and before she could stop herself, she was spilling every detail; from her feeling for Derek, though she reiterated that he was still an ass, and her feelings for Stiles, how she slept with Derek the night before and now the gut wrenching amount of guilt she felt afterwards, and now, how she was avoiding Stiles.

"Oh honey! It's obvious that you care for them both and you don't want to hurt either of them. AND if you are avoiding Stiles and you feel that guilty for sleeping with someone when you're not dating anyone, that means you REALLY like him."

Keegan sighed, "I'm not denying that I like him. I just think that since I've known Derek since we were babies. It's known that it isn't the first time that Derek and I have done this but I just feel SO guilty about it. Stiles is this amazing person and something about him draws me to him. I mean, yeah he has his "moments" but he is smart, funny and ugh, adorable! I mean there are things that Stiles does that Derek doesn't. Stiles makes me feel important, like I'm the only person in the room when we're together. Derek just never wants me out of his sight, like I can't take care of myself."

Lydia, who was quiet through her speech, chuckled, "Oh, honey, I think you've made your choice. He makes you feel respected and that is what is important in a relationship." Keegan smiled, "How do I approach this situation?" Lydia laughed, "Oh honey, you do it like a pro. Yes, Derek may be upset, and jealous, but he will eventually get over. Maybe once he sees how happy Stiles makes you he will back off. Who knows, every guy is different in those types of situations."

Keegan sighed, "I see."

"Do you want me to come pick you up? We'll go to lunch and maybe do a little retail therapy at the same time...?" Keegan laughed, "Sure that sounds good."

"Okay girl, I'll leave here in 10. See you soon!" They said their goodbyes and Keegan pushed the phone back into her pocket. She pushed off the ground and spent a few minutes clearing her head before jumping from the swing and running home. The boys stared as she ran past and watched her skip the porch steps before disappearing into her house. Keegan dropped the iPod onto the table, ran upstairs and changed. She made it downstairs just as her phone buzzed, signaling Lydia's arrival. Keegan ran to the car and hurriedly opened the door, climbing into the car.

They arrived at the mall a short time later and slowly walked around the empty building. They grabbed lunch and once they sat down Lydia began to question Keegan. "So, how was it?" Lydia asked, leaning forward and clasped her hands together. Keegan took a bite of her food and shook her head, "What do you mean?" Lydia rolled her eyes at the girl, "You know EXACTLY what I mean... you and Derek. How was it? I am living vicariously through you." It was Keegan's turn to roll her eyes, "Are you serious?" The strawberry blond wriggled her eyebrows making Keegan laugh, "It wasn't bad... who am I kidding, he is amazing." Lydia winked at the brunette, "I always figured he'd be good..." Keegan rolled her eyes again, sending both of them into a fit of laughs.



When Keegan arrived home a few hours later, Lydia helped her unload her bags from the car. They entered her room and Lydia dropped the bags on the floor, before jumping on Keegan's bed. "Oh my god, Keegan! You didn't tell me about all the flowers! They're from Derek!?" Keegan nodded and smiled, "Yeah, how he got all those in here I will never know." Lydia pouted, "I wish Jackson did this stuff for me..."

"Derek is single!"Lydia looked up at the girl and laughed, "No thanks." A knock sounded on the door and Mr. Kennedy poked his head into the door, "Hello girls! Lydia are you staying for dinner?" Lydia smiled, "No, but thank you Mr. Kennedy. I need to head home actually. Jackson is waiting for me." She gave Keegan a quick hug and excused herself. Mr. Kennedy took a seat on the bed, peeking into a shopping bag, "I see you went shopping, did you have a good day?" Keegan nodded and began clearing the bags from the bed, "Yeah. I don't get to spend much time with Lydia these days. So it was refreshing." He glanced up at his daughter, "Are you alright? You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders."

Keegan sighed and collapsed onto the bed next to her father, "I'm feeling very, very guilty. I'm stuck between two different guys whom I both have feelings for, and I feel like I'm leading them on. I mean, we all know my history with Derek but Stiles is much different, he's -"

"Not a werewolf."

Keegan smiled and rolled her eyes at her father, "That too. No, he may be shy around me but he makes me feel important; as I explained to Lydia, when we're together in a crowded room; all he sees is me. You know what I mean?" Mr. Kennedy smiled, "I do. If he is anything like his parents, he is a good person. I think you like him more than you let on, and think." Keegan smiled, "We went to the movies this week and I had such a good time. He spoiled me, it was a little weird, but I felt happy..."

Mr. Kennedy laughed, "It's always good to be happy, and being spoiled doesn't hurt!"

They sat there for a few moments, until Mr. Kennedy clapped his hands, "I don't know about you, but I am ready to cook us up some dinner and watch a movie, or two." He grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet. Together they descended the stairs and began to cook their favorite meal: Steak, Baked Potatoes and Corn on the cob.

An hour later, the two sat on the couch, plates full resting gingerly on their laps, and Ghostbusters on the TV. Keegan loved spending time with her father. After her mother passed away, he buried himself in his work, but after Keegan fell to hard times and unhealthy habits, he realized he wasn't being the father he should have been. Since then, he became more involved in her life and they planned a father/daughter night every two weeks. Keegan had begun to doze off when the movie ended. Mr. Kennedy noticed her quiet snores and gently shook her awake, dismissing her and telling her to go to bed. Keegan argued and tried to help her father clean, promising she wasn't tired.

Mr. Kennedy shook his head at her stubbornness and helped her carry the dishes to the sink. Within thirty minutes, the kitchen was spotless. He gave her a small kiss on the forehead before dismissing her from the kitchen, telling her to get to bed. Again, Keegan protested but he shooed her out. She told him goodnight and went upstairs. As she entered her room, she heard her phone buzz and she picked it up, smiling. Stiles had texted her a few times and he was worried.

"I'm okay Stiles. Are you okay?"

"You didn't answer, thought you were in trouble."

"Not at all! It's the only night I really get to spend time with my Dad."

"I see, I'm hanging out with Scott. We're playing video games and I'm actually winning."

Keegan laughed, "Well, that's because he isn't good at them. Hey, I need to head to bed... would you want to get together tomorrow, since we don't have school?" She waited a few minutes for him to answer and when she got tired of waiting, she texted Lydia. "I just asked Stiles to hang out tomorrow."

"Oh, what did he say?"

"Nothing yet. I'm actually nervous to see what he says."

Keegan could tell Lydia was laughing at her, "Calm down, Hun. It's not like you're asking your favorite celebrity out on a date." As Keegan began to respond to Lydia, she received a text from Stiles, "One second."

She opened the text from Stiles and quickly closed her eyes before she could read anything. The butterflies in her stomach took flight as she took a deep breath and read his message:

"Sounds good, come over around 10?"

Keegan smiled, "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Keegan!"

She couldn't help but dance around her room a little. She quickly changed her clothes, brushed her teeth and climbed into bed.



The next morning couldn't come quicker. Keegan sat up Monday morning, entirely too anxious for the day, and extremely glad it was a holiday. She checked her phone and saw a late text from Lydia:

"Stay calm, have fun, be yourself and don't wait to spill the details! Have a good time!"

Keegan passed time by showering and began to pick out a cute, yet casual outfit. She decided on a blue Henley, paired with jeans and finished off with her black flats. To calm her nerves she turned on the TV and enjoyed some cartoons. She immersed herself in an episode of SpongeBob when her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's me. What are you up to?"

"Watching cartoons, you?"

Stiles laughed, "Me too! I was wondering if you wanted to start our day together early, and accompany me to breakfast?"

Keegan smiled, "That sounds nice, let me get dressed. I'll be over soon!"

"Okay, I'll see you soon!"

They hung up and Keegan immediately jumped from her bed and began getting ready. When she was confident that she looked her absolute best, she still stood in front of the mirror, checking and double-checking. "Keegan, the door!" Her father shouted upstairs. She yelled a quick response to her father and ran downstairs a moment later. She was surprised to see Stiles already at her door, dressed in his new favorite plaid shirt; the one Keegan told him looked good, a pair of jeans and his usual Adidas sneakers. He blushed when he saw her, "Hello! Are you ready?"

Keegan smiled at him, biting her lip, "Of course. Let me get my purse." Mr. Kennedy stood there watching them and couldn't help but smile at the two. He could see that she really liked the Stilinski boy and the way she smiled at him proved it. Keegan kissed her father's cheek, grabbed her purse and closed the door behind them. Stiles opened the passenger side door for her and she could feel her cheeks turn red. She climbed into her car, thanking him as he shut the door behind her.

Stiles put the car into drive and they headed towards town.

They arrived at the best breakfast spot in Beacon Hills and put their name on the short waiting list. Stiles found them a spot to sit in the waiting area that was secluded from the others. They talked for a while discussing school, when they were called to their table a few minutes later: a small corner booth. The server greeted them and collected the menus once they finished ordering, leaving the two to fall back into conversation.

"So, has Scott talked to Derek?"

Stiles shrugged, "I guess. He said he did, but get this... he thinks Allison's dad is a hunter! Crazy right?" Keegan nearly dropped her glass, "What?!"

He nodded, "Yeah, guess Derek and Scott were out in the woods one night.. Mr. Argent shot-"

"Shot Scott with an arrow, yeah, I heard." Stiles glanced at her, a worried expression on his face, "What's wrong?"

Keegan looked up at him, "My friend's father is a hunter and my best friend is a werewolf..."

She could see the realization settle in his face; this was going to be fun.



Getting Keegan back in a good mood proved difficult for Stiles. He paid for breakfast, much to her dismay and ushered her back out to the Jeep. "What's next?" Stiles asked, looking over at the girl next to him. Keegan shrugged, "I don't know." Stiles frowned and looked back to the road, before turning back to Keegan, a smile on his face, "We can go back to the Stilinski house! Dad's off at work and won't be home till later..." Keegan couldn't help but giggle, "Sounds good."

Stiles pulled the Jeep into the driveway and escorted Keegan to the front door. They headed upstairs up to Stiles room and Keegan couldn't help but flop down on his bed. She lay on the bed and glanced around the room at the various music posters when her eyes landed on a set of sleek black controllers sitting on the stand next to the TV.

"Are you serious?!" Stiles looked over at her, eyes wide and smiled when he saw where her gaze fell.

"You play?" Keegan stood and grabbed a controller, tossing the other at the boy. She picked one of the titles in his collection and placed it into the system. The title screen for "Mortal Kombat" played and Stiles smiled up at the girl as she set her game face.

Three hours later, and two awkward bets later, Keegan sat on the bed wearing two of Stiles' plaid shirts and a tie around her head, as Stiles laid on the floor also wearing a tie around his head, a T-Shirt over a sweatshirt and boxers over his jeans. In their final round, winner got the chance to dress normally for the remainder of the day. They shook on the bet and Keegan sank to the floor next to Stiles. The screen counted down the start of the game and soon the two were pushing each other, trying to mess up the other.

Keegan yelled and stood as "Player 2" was declared winner and began removing the pieces of clothing. Stiles glanced up at her, "You play a lot, don't you?" She winked at the boy and sat down next to him, "You don't have to honor our bet, and you can change." Stiles shrugged. They sat next to each other and Keegan gently nudged Stiles, causing him to laugh.

"Let me sulk. "Mortal Kombat" is my game and I was bested." She frowned and placed her hand on his forearm, "I'm sorry!" He laughed and shook his head, before turning back to her, "No worries. Scott is horrible."

They smiled at each other and Keegan found herself biting her lip. She glanced up at the boy and before she knew it, Stiles placed his hand on her cheek and drew her in for a kiss. Their lips met and Keegan swore she heard fireworks explode somewhere in her brain. Stiles gently pulled away, searching her eyes for a negative reaction and instead found Keegan inviting him for another. When they pushed apart again, they were out of breath. They shyly smiled at each other before Keegan scooted herself closer to Stiles and rested her head on his shoulder. He cautiously wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in even closer.

Stiles turned on the TV and grabbed the blanket, draping it over them and settled on a random movie. They cuddled up under the blanket and it wasn't long until they fell asleep.