Summary: Ever had that annoying habit of asking what ifs when you're down? Making up random scenarios in your head and wondering what the outcomes would be for each one? If only we could run our lives according to what we come up with. If only, in a perfect world, maybe. If only Derek hale hadn't tossed me aside like I meant nothing at all….yeah…if only.

A/N I don't own anything except what I own guys lol Just my OCs and slight plot twists. Everything else belongs to their rightful (and brilliant!) owners! =)Things might be slow, but bear with me! It'll get better! Just give me a chance

"Kira? Kira! Where are you?" A boy with moppy brown hair and blue eyes called out, desperate to find the brunette. Said girl was, however, far too lost in her own thoughts to even notice someone calling her. "Ki-….oh!…hey? You okay there?" The boy saw her nose crinkle a little and he decided to take a whiff at himself. He was slightly surprised he didn't gag as the pungent smell infiltrated his nostrils. "God! Yeah, sorry! Just got done workin' out!" Again, this girl did not detour her eyes from watching the sunset from atop her roof. "Explains why even Cassie was whining 'bout the smell." She distinctly heard him mumble to himself.

"Connor? You find her?" A well built, dark blond haired boy with green eyes stepped into the room, just outside the door, next. "Hey Kira? Your dad's looking for you…" the blond drifted off. The two boys had noticed a change in the girl since her talk with her father earlier today.

"I know. I can hear him perfectly fine you know? I can hear you two whispering about me form downstairs just as fine too, so you don't have to shout Connor." Finally pulled from her slump, the brunette turned her doe eyes to the two boys in front of her, her tiny frame fitting through the window and back into her lavender room with ease. "I'm coming old man," she sighed.

The girl turned her head to the two boys that already towered over her. She couldn't stay mad at them for long. Not with Connor's big blue eyes looking so sad and Seth's pained expression. She sighed and opened her hands to engulf the two in a hug. "Take care, okay?" both boys asked the girl, who just simply nodded before detaching herself from them and walking downstairs.

"Take care of each other, and keep a close eye on Cassie you two. Help out Dad, Con." She said, dismissing herself afterwards.

"Ready to go back?" A man with warn and tired brown eyes stared up at her.

"As I'll ever be, Dad"

"Welcome to Beacon Hills, California! We hope you enjoyed your flight; have a nice day!" Kira tried her hardest not to cringe at the overly peppy and loud woman speak over the intercom on the plane. She was tired of sitting down for so long and officially regretted not taking Seth's joke more seriously.

"If you really hate flying so much, you could always walk from Dakota to California, Kira." She sighed. She felt utterly and completely conflicted here. She was both happy and sad, excited, yet terrified. Overall, she wondered if this was how pregnant women feel when their mood swings kick in.

"Now or never Kiki," she told herself. She had some things she had to take care of. Her new family was counting on her and she sure as hell wasn't going to let this one down. At that thought, a dark look came over her. She had been thrown into hell on earth, too enthralled into her own thoughts to even realize she had walked straight into someone.

"Oh god! I'm sorry! Are you okay, honey?" Kira flashed the old woman a bright smile and shook her head.

"No harm no fowl miss. I'm okay. Besides, my fault for not watching where I was walking." The old woman waved it off and smiled just as kindly back at her. Kira took in this woman's wrinkles around her kind eyes and saw no threat. "Well sorry to stop you sweetheart, please don't let me hold you any longer." Kira smiled and thanked her as she kept walking.

Now this was her! Smilingand happy. Polite….yet wild. Kira let her hands glide down to her hip, a smile at her hips. She remembered just how ticked off her dad was when he smelled the blood and ink on her for the first time on her eighteenth birthday. A wild violet tattoo now stood, decorating her left hip. It was almost identical to the real one tucked behind her ear; the purple standing out boldly against her dark curly locks. "Well, time to see where the hell I'm going to stay," she thought bitterly.

After walking for quite some time, the restlessness she had felt from the post-flight long gone. She had already checked out four motels, all reeking of after sex and who knows what. Yup, she was definitely back home. She stopped, spotting a particular ice cream shop. A little girl tried to look over the counter, a boy by her side. She tried not to let her thoughts drift to the memory that the place brought and did her best not to think of anything at all. She kept walking only to stop when her luggage got caught on a crack and slipped from her grip. "Great," she thought. She was just being an all around clutz today!

"Ugh, here you go." She stopped upon seeing the boy in front of her. He looked vaguely familiar, and by the way he was looking at her too, he felt the same. "Um…do I know you?" She shook her head in the negative and looked him over. The boy was taller than her by a good nine inches, she'd have to guess. He had these adorable curls atop his brown head of hair and these deep brown eyes. She'd seen those eyes before, on a little boy she used to know. "Ki-Kira?" Her head turned to the side slightly, possibly imitating a puppy she once had, and she reeled back a bit when the boy let out a laugh.

"Um…do I know you?" she asked, trying not to show how skeptical and on edge she was. The boy's smile just grew as he nodded his head.

"Yeah! Don't you remember me? It's me!" She almost grunted. Yeah…she knew a lot of "MEs" alright. "It's Scott! Scott McCall!" A couple of seconds ticked by before it dawned on her. A grin broke out on her face as she stared at him with utter shock.

"Scotty? Oh my god! Look at you! You're so big! Last time I saw you, you were so scrawny!" she laughed and he tried to ignore her teasing, she was just playing after all.

"Can't say the same for you! Wow! You, you look the same!" she made a face, she knew that because of her height she'd still have some similar traits to how she looked when she was sixteen, but did he really have to rub it in. "And I see your shortness is still a sensitive subject." He laughed, and she smiled. He was right. Even though she was five years his senior, Scott almost reached her five foot flat when he was eleven.

"I'd like to think I've grown at least a little!" she tried to defend herself.

"So, when did you get back? I can't believe I haven't seen you in what? Five years, I think?" She nodded, trying her best to hide her sorrow behind her bright smile. "How you been? Where-where did you go?" Scott was on cloud nine right now. Stiles was never going to believe that Kira was back! She had been like a big sister to the both of them! To a lot of kids actually!

"I've been good….on a business trip, actually. Not staying." Scott's smile left at that and Kira tried her best to fix it. "How about you? How are you? How have you been? And…boy! Are you taking steroids?" she chastised him, jokingly. He laughed.

"I've been …good." She detected the pause and tried not to let her brows knit together in suspicion. "I'm in lacrosse doofus!" Scott laughed and she smiled. "Co-captain!" he beamed at her and her smile was suddenly genuine again, happy!

"That's…that's great, Scott! Wow! I'm so happy for you! And so proud! You've wanted to be on the team since you were in elementary school!" she laughed.

"Yeah…" he mumbled his cheeks red. "So ugh…where are you staying?" he asked her smiling. It was her turn to turn red.

"Um…as of now, I'm not sure. Some hotel if I could find any vacancies. Since when did Beacon Hills get so popular that there aren't any around here?" she groaned. He laughed before an idea struck him.

"Hey! I've got an idea! Stay with me! My mom loves you! You know that! Come on!" she didn't really have a say in anything as she was left stuttering as Scott dragged her and her rolling traveling bag with him.

Upon arriving and opening the door, Scott instructed that she wait outside. She could hear him talking to her mom, prepping her for the surprise. "Okay, now keep them close, okay?" she heard her laugh out an 'alright.' He opened the door and told me to come in before closing it behind me. "Alright, open." She did and she stared at me for a while before letting her eyes go over to the wall above her head. Kira turned to look up too, craning her neck all the way up and she spotted an old Halloween photo of when she baby sat Scott.

"Kira! OH my god! Oh, honey! When did you- how did you! My goodness, look at you! You're so grown! Such a beautiful young woman!" she could see a small coat of tears on her eyes, and Kira couldn't help the one that covered her own too.

"Thank you Melissa. It's great to see you." She embraced the woman again. She had always been like the mom that was brutally taken from her at such a tender age. Her mother had been good friends with Mrs. McCall, they both worked at the hospital.

"I really wish I could stay and talk honey…" she could see the sincere sorrow in Melissa's eyes" but…I've got work." This time, the elder of the three turned to look at her son. "Sorry Scott, Kira…" Mrs. McCall said, her voice coated in her sorrow. Kira just smiled.

"It's okay, honest. Maybe I could invite you guys out to eat once I'm situated somewhere."

"oh! Right! Mom? Can Kira sleep here for a couple days? I mean she's done a lot for us in the past- I mean."

"You guys don't have to do that! I really don't want to be a bother!" Kira butt in, her cheeks tint pink as she waved her hands back and forth.

"NO, Kira…Scott is right! You've helped me out a lot before, I'll be more than happy to offer my home. And I won't take no for an answer." The woman smiled, seeing the girl open her mouth to argue. "Scott, set up a spot for Kira yeah? I have to go now then guys before I'm late! I'll see you two when I get back and we can all sit and talk okay?" like that, the woman left the two home alone, the conversation over.

"Um…what just-….Scott! I didn't want to bug your mom! I can see she still has a crappy work schedule! She doesn't need me making anymore problems!" she huffed out, the boy grinning from ear to ear.

"You're never a problem Kiki!" he laughed and she sighed. "I am so calling Stiles." She groaned. The boy had had a crush on her before, she really hoped that was done with. However, she couldn't deny that boy had been adorable, what with all his quirks.

"Fine! But….Hey! Now I see why you're doing this mister! You are not hooking me up with Stiles!" she laughed, but it was too late. Scott was already on his phone, calling his hyperactive friend to come get here as soon as possible. She smiled. So far, being back home wasn't so bad.

A/N: Tell me what you think! Too wordy? Not enough? I promise it'll start picking up by third chapter at least! 5th by latest!