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Six year skip.

3rd POV

The air was still, as still as the weather could be after a long, tremulous storm. It was mid-August, and over the last few weeks, the weather had been sombre at best. The bronzing leaves lay limply on the sturdy trees that lined the pathway through the silent cemetery, two lone figures walked along the cobbled stone walkway from the gated entrance, a solemn air trailing behind them. One was shorter than the other, with a softer, younger shape, her thick military-styled red coat buttoned up to the hilt and wrapped tightly around her waist. Her hair was let loose in soft auburn ringlets, falling down the length of her back, and a knitted hat pulled to protect the crown of her head and her reddening ears from the hard chill in the air. The smell of the air was enough to make her grimace, deeply, and she glanced up at the taller woman, a soft gleam of love and affection permeating her gaze. She sighed, her eyes falling to the ground beneath her, and she skipped over a limp brown leaf, her lips twisting unhappily, "Mama, why are we here? It smells bad."

The older woman stopped and glanced down at her daughter, familiar green eyes mirrored one another as she crouched down to be on the same height as her child, and she said, softly, "We'll just be here for a couple of minutes. I need to see somebody. I want to introduce you, okay, Ella?"

"Hmph," she said, with the familiar scowl that she could have only inherited from her grumpy father. "Dad and Noah get to stay in the car. It's cold."

With a short huff of air through her nose, her mother replied, her green eyes rolling, dotingly, "Noah's a year old, Eloise. I want you to meet your grandparents. My parents. Your Dad has to stay with Noah. Now, come. If you stop complaining, we can get to Uncle Stiles and Uncle Isaac's house. They miss you, Ella."

"Fine," she huffed, in that exasperated way that only a child could get away with. "Come on. I want to see Grammy and Grandpa."

She reached down to grasp the smaller hand in her own, the child preferring to wrap her fingers around her mother's two longest fingers instead. With a smile, her mother said, "Okay, honey. Let's go."

It took a while for her to find her parent's allotted spot in the rather large cemetery, and she found that she had to trudge across a stretch of muddy land to reach it. A granite headstone embedded into a neatly designed podium, of sorts, jutted out, well-defined and distinct from the rest of the smaller gravestones.

Father and mother. Richard and Ai Williams. Two kindred spirits, tied together in death, forever and always. Dearly departed. Dearly missed.

Their date of births and date of deaths were etched into one another, the shape of an infinity symbol. The woman - Lilac Ao Williams - pressed a kiss to the cool marble, and replaced the wilting, decaying white lilies that sprouted from the shapely bud-vase attached to the right hand side of the headstone, with new lively ones.

"Hey Mom, Dad," she said with a shaky, teary smile. "This is my baby girl, Eloise. Say hi, Ella. These are my parents,"

"Hey, Grammy, Grandpa. I seen pictures of you in the dark red picture-book that Mom keeps in her and Daddy's room at the house. Grammy. You were so beautiful. Mom says I have your eyes, but I'm not sure. I wish I looked like you. And Grandpa. You were so tall - like a tree. Almost as tall as Daddy, but Daddy is the biggest person in the world."

Lilac let her daughter ramble on, and dance and twirl in the mud, her navy Wellington boots caked in wet, slimy dirt, without a care in the world. Ella picked one of the petals from one of the lily's in the vase, and played with it. smooth underside felt strange against her fingertips but she didn't mind so much because it was something new. The sweet scents that emitted from the pretty white petal were enough to distract her from the sharp scent of decaying and decayed flesh. It was gross but she wasn't going to complain. Her Mom couldn't smell it, because her Mom wasn't special like she was, but she loved her all the same. It took a few seconds for Ella to realise that her Mom was crying - the bittersweet scent of her salty tears mixed with the pain and the grief that swelled in her head was enough to catch her daughter's attention. Ella hugged her mother's knees, the only place that she could reach without help, and she held her close, in an attempt to ease some of her distress.

She babbled, sadly, "I love you, Mommy. Don't be sad. I'll be good."

"No, baby," she breathed, softly, wiping away her tears. "It's not you, Ella. It's Mommy, being silly. Come here. Let's say goodbye, and go back to see Noah and Daddy."

Ella jumped up, her locks flowing in the breeze, and exclaimed, happily, "Yay! I'm kinda hungry. Can we get something on the way?"

Lilac fell to her knees, just so she could be on eye-level with her baby girl, and murmured, lost in the beauty in her daughter's emerald orbs, "Yeah. Give Mommy a kiss first though. Just to tell me you love me."

Ella rolled her eyes, dramatically, and cried, "Of course I love you, Mommy. You're the best Mommy in the world. Silly Mommy."

"No," Lilac said with a smile and nodded towards the cold gravestone in front of her. "She was the best Mommy in the world. Now. I can almost hear Daddy grumbling under his breath. Come on. I'll race you!"

They raced back to the car - a black BMW with chrome plates and a black leather interior design - and just as they reached the gates, Lily reached down and wrapped her arms around Eloise's middle and pulled her close and peppered kisses all along her forehead and cheekbones, and gushed, "My Princess. My beautiful little girl."

Ella exclaimed, with a childish frown, "Mom, stop! You're messing up my hair!"

Lily scoffed at the stupidity in her statement, and assured her daughter, confidently, "You look beautiful, even with messy hair."

Lily placed her huffing daughter back on the floor, fixing her hair and her hat, and watched as she cried, as she walked over to the backseat of the car, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"

Derek glanced back at his first child and said, his tone disapproving but his eyes shining with an unparalleled love and affection, "Shh, baby. Noah's finally asleep. I don't want him waking up, okay, Princess?"

Ella blubbered, playing with her dainty, thin fingers, her eyes fixed on the floor in front of her, "Sorry, Daddy."

Eloise always hated being told off by her Dad. It was always worse when it came from her Dad. She hated disappointing him.

"It's okay. Hey, baby," Derek said, his eyes the same shade of green, the wrinkles beside his lips and in the outer corner of his eyes were a little deeper, but he was still just as breathtakingly handsome as he had been all those years ago when they first met. He kissed her, deeply, his hand knitting deep in her hair, and her own fingers tightening in his button up shirt. "Are you okay, babe?"

There were so many interpretations of those three little words that Lily wasn't really sure how to answer properly, so she simply shrugged her shoulders and replied, tender, soft, loving and warm, "I'm fine, baby. We can talk later. But first, we need to visit Stiles and Isaac. What? I miss them - you could just drop me off and-"

He interrupted, his brow furrowing in sheer annoyance, as though the words alone bothered him beyond belief, "No."

Lily grinned, already knowing that Derek was going to react that way and she found that she tended to manipulate him in that way to get him to do what she wanted, especially when it came to Stiles. She murmured, her fingers rubbing at her temple, "Fine. Stiles wants to meet the baby."

Derek's brow furrowed and he replied, as he turned a corner with the car, "He's already met Noah."

"No," she said with a small smile, and rubbed her stomach, then emphasized, "The baby."

Derek's head snapped to look at Lily's bemused expression, and he stammered, "What… Are you serious?"

She beamed, brightly, then replied, "Yes. I know. It's not as romantic as when I told you about Ella, but I just… I'm really emotionally exhausted right now, and I'm fresh out of 'romance'. Now, baby. Let's go and see Stiles and Isaac. They've got some news that they want to tell us, anyway."

The drive was quiet. One of Derek's hand was rested on top of Lily's stomach, soothing her, as softly as he could while driving the car. The other was resting on the wheel, and Lily's fingers were weaving through Derek's inky messy hair. Instead of staying unemployed and living off of the ample amount of money that he was left by his parents after their deaths, Derek decided to start his own business. He opened up a coffehouse in the middle of Beacon Hills, near the school and the local library, and named it 'The Wolves Den'. The irony alone was enough to make Stiles keel over in laughter every time. The coffee infusions that Derek created, with his own two hands, were enough to bring his customers to their knees. Smokey, delicious, rich, deep, sweet, savoury. All flavours were original to the Hale brand, all scents, all tastes were welcomed, as long as they appealed to somebody. The fact that he was a charming son-of-a-bitch when he wanted to be didn't hurt anybody, and 87% of his customer demographic were women. Not that he was complaining.

It was made into a 'family' business, with Isaac as head of marketisation, Stiles working in the kitchen as both head barista and 'dessert connoisseur'. Lily was sure he took the job just so he could eat all of the sweet desserts in the kitchen. Lydia had decided to go to UCLA for the four years to study bio-medicine, specifically bio-chemistry, and worked at some hot-shot hospital in the middle of California. She came back to Beacon Hills regularly, to visit her family, with Jackson, who worked as head accountant at a large bank in Cali. Both he and Lydia lived together at some high-class apartment that complimented both of their tastes.

Initially, Scott worked delivery whenever he wasn't working at the vetrenarian clinic, but once Deaton retired and moved to live in Hawaii, it was left to Scott and he took over full-time. Alison, on the other hand, had worked as a waitress and barista, however once she graduated from Beacon Hills Community College, she was employed to work with Scott's mother as a junior nurse at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital.

It was a family business, that they could have taken nationally, with the right financial backing, but they decided against it. They generally made enough to live comfortably, and used a little of the money they had saved up, from both of their deceased parents, to rebuild the house, and set up a nest-egg for their children - college and inheritance for the two - well, three - of them when they all reach a certain age. Isaac and Stiles had split apart for a while, when Stiles finished high school and wanted to have his own 'independence', however after a semester in college, he decided that accommodation was a little on the pricey side, he missed his best friend and his father, but most of all, he craved the comfort of his cuddle-buddy so he moved in with the Hale family. His Dad wasn't worried, of course, as he was made aware of their little werewolf shenanigans soon after Isaac and Stiles were formally mated.

It turned out that the 'news' that Stiles and Isaac wanted to tell the Hale's about was the new addition to their little family. Stiles and Isaac had decided to move in together after two years of being together, at the ages of twenty. It was a little quick, and the Sheriff wasn't exactly pleased with their decision, but there was always a place at his home for the two of them. They made it work, though. For Stiles' twenty-first birthday, they adopted a year old dog called Duke, a sleek jet black Labrador. Now, over four years later, they were adopting a little girl. Stiles always wanted a family, but Isaac wasn't really confident in his abilities, as he didn't have the best role-model. The family always told him he'd be fine, but he couldn't help it. I guess Stiles was more convincing than Lilac had initially given him credit for, and now, they had a little girl to take care of. Her name was Anabeth, and she was a little under six months old. She had long brown hair, a soft caramel shade, and bright blue eyes, kind of like Isaac's. It almost was like they were directly related anyway. She was a beauty, and Lily found that the idea of Noah and Anabeth growing up together, around the same age, was comforting.

Lily became pregnant with Eloise a year after her run-in with her uncle - a year of health-scares, arguments, love, tender moments, affection, pain and passion. A year of incertitude and a year of promises that have yet to be broken - and they named her after Derek's great-grandmother. Their son, Noah, was born a little under five years later, giving them enough time to raise their daughter with ease. Scott and Alison's daughter, Dawn McCall, was born in between that, and was now two and a half years old, with wild, curly auburn hair and deep dimpled cheeks. She was equal parts her mothers as she was her father - the best of both worlds, in Lily's perspective, and she was beautiful. Melissa was amazing with Dawn - she loved being a grandmother, even though she was a little young, as she would always grumble about whenever that little tidbit of information was mentioned.

Lily glanced in the rear-view mirror, at her son, Noah Anthony Hale - his eyes sealed tightly shut, lost in some abstract innocent fantasy that she would never have the chance to see - with a patch of thick brown hair sprouting from his scalp and pale almost-grey eyes. He was the spitting image of his Daddy - if he was less grumpy and more… baby-like, she remarked, softly, in her mind, an almost smile tugging at her lips.

Her family.

She rubbed at the bullet wound in the centre of her chest, the psychosomatic ache bothering her a little, and she glanced out of the front screen window, the trickle of rain splattering against the visor in front of her, blurring her vision.

That's it folks.

That's the end of the 'story' I guess. There will be a few more 'outtakes' from Lily's life, like the memorable events that I'd want to share with you - her first meeting with Derek, meeting Laura before she died, finding out she's pregnant, giving birth, her wedding, Stiles' wedding, Scott and Stiles making up. There are loads of things that I have ideas for but it may take a while. There is no more development of the story, in that there's no more drama, there's no more death, or fighting or whatever. Iris and Chris will make another appearance, and so will Melanie! I haven't forgotten about her! She's going to be dealt with, please believe me! But as for dangers to their relationship - that's all done! Granted when I started this story I wanted to create a smart, beautiful, sexy, talented, courageous, feisty character who could represent all of the things that I wasn't, and I got a little bit carried away with all the tattoos and the piercing and the completely unattainable degrees (good God, who am I? what was I thinking?) but I was young, and I didn't really expect anyone to read my story anyway. I can look back on this story, see my flaws and celebrate them, because I know they have helped me develop as a writer, and Lord knows I have so much further to go before I'm good enough to even consider publishing my work, but that is my goal. I want to write my own original young adult novel, and actually see people with my book in their hands and see the happiness in their faces and watch them grow with my characters. I might lack originality and creativity but the drive is there, and I feel like I can do anything with the right amount of help and practice. Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither were the Harry Potter books - so I guess what I'm saying is KEEP GOING! If you have a dream that you want to achieve, go for it! You will achieve it, and when you do, you'll know what true success feels like.

B U T! On a lighter note…

Thank you guys for sticking with me for these two years! Jesus, I started this story on the 15th of September 2012 and I'm finishing it on in June of 2014. You guys are the absolute best. All of you who visited - you didn't even need to leave a comment, because I knew you were there. I love you guys more than I can tell, and knowing that there were people out there, who wanted to hear more from me, kept me going even when I wanted nothing more than to stop breathing. You guys got me through my Hell, and I hope that if anyone feels alone out there, just know that I'm here. We're here. We're your internet family, and we love you very much!

So for the last time - this has been 'Gone But Not Forgotten' and Have a wonderful day guys! I love you!