Hey, guys and gals. Long time coming this. I literally just finished it with the help of my very good friend iKnightWriter, who helped me with the editing and how this Epilogue turned out. Four hours ago, it was a pile of shit, and in dire need of a good clean.

Anyway, this is the end of Only Human, until the Prompts and Alternatives, which you can suggest, but that one won't have an update schedule (like every Friday, which I try my hardest to do when I have a multi-chapter story going on.)

Thank you, to all of you who have stuck with this until the very end (see what I did there?), whether from the first chapter or just finding it now. I have plenty more ideas for stories, and I hope to get the next one out to you guys as soon as I can.

Please R&R, or comment, if you want to.

T.C

WARNING! Mentions of Rape non-con, but happy ending.

PS. For the Alt Ending, everything after C16 doesn't happen. She has a normal pregnancy, but still gives birth early. The twins still have the same names, but they have the last name of Newton, so they're Dorian John Newton and Lucien Oskar Newton.

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Epilogue

Five Years Later (Alternative Ending)

POV - Derek

I wasn't going to lie; these last few years have been really hard on everybody. Apart from the occasional letter or postcard from Stiles, there hadn't been any sign of her, and it was affecting everybody in the Pack.

The searches were still conducted – though it never turned anything up – and to be honest, most of us had given up hope of ever finding her, but we wouldn't say anything to anybody because we all knew that she's still part of the Pack, and nobody gets left behind.

We continued nevertheless though. As soon as the younger members of the Pack finished school, they all went off to college or university – Scott to UC Davis, Lydia and Danny to MIT, Allison to Yale. The twins went to a local college. My uncle had offered Jackson a room in his place in San Diego, which he had accepted when he got his place at the university there.

So I made it my duty to visit all member of the Pack and make my place available for every one of them, at any time. It worked out okay for everybody but Jackson. He said that a woman lived there with her twin boys, and it wouldn't be a good idea to come round. Which made sense, since Peter did rent out his apartment.

What didn't make sense was that Peter normally rented it out to students. That and I could tell that he wasn't telling me the entire truth, but his heartbeat remained steady, so it must've been truthful enough to not be betrayed by his heart.

But I had had enough of the half-truths from Jackson, so it was his time to get a check up, and not one where he came to Beacon Hills. And I hadn't told him, so he couldn't get out of this visit. I was determined of that.

And so I was running up the stairs to the apartment that Peter had lent Jackson and the other little family; questions running through my head. Does the woman living here know about the Supernatural? How long has she been living here?

Those thoughts stopped when I got closer, and I could hear laughter coming from Peter's place. I could definitely pick out two children and possibly two adults, although I couldn't be certain about that. It could be one, or it could be more.

"I'll get it." I heard somebody yell when I rang the bell, "I bet Uncle Jackson forgot his keys again. He always seems to do that. Or maybe it's Uncle Isaac, or Uncle Boyd and Auntie Erica." The voice was definitely female, possibly late teens or early twenties, but it was hard to pin point. I recognized the voice though.

Then the door opened, and there stood a woman in high waist red shorts, a Star Wars t-shirt tucked into them, and her brown hair in a braid over her shoulder; her whiskey brown doe eyes wide in shock when she saw me. It was Stiles.

"What are you doing here?" She folded her arms and narrowed her eyes when she got over her shock.

"I came to check up on Jackson." I answered, "What are you doing here?"

"I happen to live here."

She what! was the first thought that came to mind at that, before a loud crash interrupted out staring competition. It took me longer to jump into action than it did for her, as she turned and ran towards the source of the noise, before I'd even comprehended what had happened.

A blond man stood next to a broken lamp with something hidden behind his back, and two young boys standing next to him. They all had looks of guilt on their faces, but she turned to the man.

"I spun the lightsaber and hit the lamp." He told her sheepishly, bringing the lightsaber out from behind his back.

"You're a bad influence on them." She crossed her arms.

"They made me do it."

"They're a bad influence on you."

"We're so sorry, mommy." The two boys cried, "Please don't be mad at Daddy Newt."

Mommy? I thought, only noticing then that the two boys were twins, since when has Stiles had children?

The two boys were almost identical. They both had brown hair, button noses, moles, slightly chubby faces, and her wide eyes. But that's what set them apart – one had her whiskey coloured eyes, while the other had bright blue.

"I'm not mad at him, but go sit down." She'd knelt down to talk to them, but got up again to fix the lamp with a wave of her hand and kissing the blond on the cheek, murmuring, "Magic."

She went to sit next to the twins, and set to work trying to make them laugh, which happened as soon as she started using 'The Force' to take the lightsaber from the blond outstretched hand.

That's when the pieces of Jackson's half-truths about the woman and her twins fell into place.

"I was told a woman lived here with her twin boys."

Stiles looked directly at me, "And it's true."

"Who else knew you were here? You do realize how long we've been looking for you, right? The searches? And all along you've been less than two hours away."

"Peter and Jackson knew. I didn't want to be found. If I did, I would've got in my car, and driven up to Beacon Hills." She got up from the couch and stood in front of me, "But I didn't do that."

"It was still selfish of you to leave. Do you have any idea what it did to everybody in the Pack?"

I could see the tears welling up in her eyes, but I didn't care. I'd been holding all of this in for too long, and it needed to come out at some point. I was going to get all my anger out.

However, what Stiles screamed at me next, stopped what I was going to say dead in its tracks. Nothing could have prepared me for what she was going to say.

"You used me, Derek! You used me, and then threw me away like a used toy." She took a step back away from me, "And you know what makes it worse, I found out I was pregnant. Not only that though, I found that out, after I had been raped, and left for dead in an alley."

She'd started crying by this point, and I had no idea what to say. The blond had come up to her, and had brought her into a hug, while she sobbed into his shirt. But all I could think about was how she had found out she was pregnant. Was it possible?

So I took a closer look at the twins. Sure, they looked a lot like Stiles, but I could see a little of my mom, dad, and sisters in their faces. The twins were mine. Stiles had refused to talk to me after she calmed down. She'd just got the twins ready to go out, and walked out to get them in the Jeep.

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It seemed like they had plans to go a museum that was hosting an art and crafts day, and the twins were very interested in going. So that is where we were going… Or at least, they were going, and I just happened to tag along with them.

I'd been introduced to the blond – Newt – and introduced to the others who we'd met up with. Apparently they were part of Stiles' Pack, even though they didn't have an Alpha, of sorts, Stiles was their leader, while Newt was her Second. Turns out he's a Reaper, but nowhere near as powerful as Lydia.

"You are seriously going to re-think marriage." Boyd was telling Newt, as they walked ahead of Stiles and the heavily pregnant Erica, "Even Stiles wasn't this bad when she was pregnant, and we had to replace all the windows in this place when she had a meltdown, and they all shattered."

"She can still hear you, you know." Newt tapped his ear, "He doesn't really mean it, Erica. He really loves you, and will be happy to take all nappy duties and late night feeds for the first month."

Boyd just narrowed his eyes at the smiling blond; walking off, and muttering some rather rude things under his breath. Newt just chuckled, as he watched the twins hang onto Isaac's legs while he tried to walk.

"I hate that I can't see my feet." I heard Erica telling Stiles, "I had to get Boyd to tie my shoes."

"You get used to it."

"What are you talking about? You hardly looked pregnant at thirty weeks, and you had two growing inside you."

"We were planning on coming back in the next couple of weeks." Newt told me, not even realizing that he had made his way over to me, "She might not say it, but I know she misses all of you. I think she just doesn't want to disappoint everyone."

She could never disappoint us, I thought.

"So how did you two meet?"

"I came over with Jackson to study. It was just after I messed up my leg, so I went to a support group. Stiles happened to be there, but she was going by the name of Sam, and I thought I'd only see her during meetings." He smiled, "And then she runs into me on campus. I asked her out for coffee, and so our relationship began. Asked her to marry me over Christmas."

Wait what? Before I could even process the information, a loud groan interrupted my thought process.

"You okay, Stiles?" I turned round to see Newt limping over to a very pale Stiles, "Let's get you sat down, yeah."

"I hate the nausea." She murmured, sitting down on the bench that Newt had led her to, and putting her head down, "Why is it called 'morning sickness' when it's an 'all the time' nausea?"

"Not sure, but a couple more weeks, and it shouldn't be as bad."

Behind me, I could hear the twins talking to each other. It was really weird to think of them as my children, when I didn't know of their existence until a couple of hours ago.

"Why is mommy sick?" The one with the blue eyes asked. I'd come to learn that he was called Dorian.

"Remember, mommy said that she was going to have a baby? Uncle Jackson says they can hear the heart."

"Oh, yeah. Why can't we hear?"

Lucien shrugged, and said something about maybe they weren't old enough yet, before running off towards Isaac again.

I, on the other hand, went to go and sit next to Stiles; the colour returning to her face slowly, but surely. Newt had given her a bottle of water to sip until she felt better, and produced some saltine crackers from somewhere, "I'm fine," She told Newt, "Just make sure those two don't start another paint war." Newt gave her an affirming head nod and heads towards the twins.

"So…" I really didn't know what to say. It hurt to see my Mate raising our pups with another man, and not needing me.

"Did you really think that I wasn't going to move on, Derek?" She questioned suddenly, turning her head to look at me, "All we were was a one-night stand, which resulted in two little devils that kept me alive."

"Of course not." Yes!

"I'm happy, Derek, if that's what you're worried about." She smiled, "I'm getting married. I'm going to have a baby. I have a Pack, and people who love me. It's taken me a long time to get here."

But I want you to be happy with me, I thought, watching as Newt got over to the twins, just in time to stop them from throwing paint at an unsuspecting Isaac and Boyd, is that just too much to ask?

"At least you guys know where I am now. I assume that I should be expecting a ton of people during the next couple of days?"

"Yeah. I think Scott has had a bag packed to visit you since you went missing." I chuckled, watching as she started to laugh too.

"I was never lost, you just didn't know where to look. But that does sound like Scott."