Hi! I will try to keep updating my other stories, but I am kind of scatterbrained at the moment. Also, I do not have a beta so please tell me if anything is grammatically incorrect because I wrote this at 1am in the morning. Hope you all enjoy.

This is a DerekxOC story. This story starts at the beginning of 3B. I will try to keep it at swearing, but will change it if the gore or anything else I add is a bit much. Sorry if some of the characters are a bit OOC.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Clara. If I did Allison would not have died and Stiles would be some supernatural being that is not Void Stiles after being bitten. Oh and that Stalia would live on forever!

I park my silver Lexus convertible right between two cop cars and brush my brown hair with natural black highlights out of my hazel eyes as I step out of my vehicle. I sway my hips slightly as I expertly walk in my 5inch nude pumps into the dark, but homey police station.

"Hi, I'm Clara Evans." I awkwardly waved my hand in front of my body to try to get the attention of the woman at the front desk of the police station.

"Oh hi. What can I do for you Miss Evans?" The woman, who upon looking up started freaking out. And then the squealing happened. "You are Clara Evans! The head of the Design Department at Evarts and Co. You turned the entire women's section around!"

"Well thanks. I'm opening a boutique in downtown Beacon Hills if you want to come by some time." I gestured behind me and awkwardly clasped my hands together and rocked back and forth waiting for someone to come by to help me. A guy, who I think is the Sheriff considering his badge said "Sheriff" came into view. Probably because of the nameless woman's squealing. Wait, I know who that is! Stilinski!

"Hi, Clara. What brings you to Beacon Hills? I thought you were in New York." Stilinski looked puzzled obviously, considering that he hasn't seen my since the death of his wife and my older sister.

"The bright lights got boring." I joked as I wrapped him in a brotherly-in-law hug. "I just came by to see you, then I'm off to see if Stiles wanted to hang out during his lunch period."

"Well how about tonight we all have dinner together." Stilinski said with a smile on his face.

"Sounds great! I got to go, but see you tonight!" I smile as I wave him off as I almost skip to my car, happy with the outcome of my visit to the station. I'm really glad that he didn't yell at me for not calling. Whoops.

I pull up to the high school to see my nephew with Scott and some other people having a conversation. I walk up to them subconsciously adjusting my peach colored frock and my flower patterned varsity jacket.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting." I say as I come up to the picnic table.

"Aunt Clara!" Stiles and Scott shout as they hug and nearly tackle me to the ground.

"Hi, so I was wondering if Stiles wanted to have lunch with his favorite aunt. But seeing as he is currently hanging with people I do not know, I must insist that I stay a little bit longer before I get kicked out." I smile as I slide in next to Stiles and propped my head in my clenched fist waiting for introductions.

"Isaac," "Allison," "Lydia" The people across the table from me replied.

"Oh my god! You're Lydia! Stiles' dream girl since like the third grade." I saw Stiles blushing like a tomato. Yay, I'm embarrassing him! "He used to gush all the time about you to me on the phone while I was in New York." I blabbed.

"You are officially kicked out." Stiles mumbled from his position of his head resting on the picnic table.

I got ready to leave considering that I was kicked out before Lydia's voiced, "I wasn't done talking to her, Stiles!" I smiled. "Oh and I totally love your outfit! Where did you get it?"

"My room." I replied hoping it would be taken as sarcastic. Please whatever deity is out there, I do not want a repeat of earlier. And considering I'm Stiles' aunt, the sarcasm makes sense.

"Yeah, I know silly, but where?" Lydia giggled.

"I made it. Well, I designed it and the company I used to work for made it." I shrugged. Stupid technicalities.

"What but I thought it was Evarts and Co.?" Lydia questioned, her eyebrows drawn in confusion.

"Does Clara Evans sound familiar to you, Lydia?" Stiles questioned in annoyance, probably still thinking of kicking me out. Suck it, nephew!

"EEEEEEE!" Lydia squealed, but sadly a lot shriller than the front desk lady. Wow, she's got some lungs on her. I shrugged, feeling uncomfortable with the attention. "Clara, your designs are amazing! I bought all of Evarts and Co. stuff because of you!" Oh please deity, make her not remember that magazine article. "Oh, do you remember that article about you in British Vogue." Fuck you, deity. Lydia was basically bouncing with excitement, while nobody else seemed to be understanding about what was happening. Maybe Stiles did with that mischievous smirk on his face. Stop Stiles, I could tell her your real name!

"Yeah...if you want to see more of my designs, I just opened up my first store in downtown Beacon Hills. Now, I got to go unpack more clothes, but see you later. Oh and Stiles don't forget about family dinner tonight! I am bringing my famous graham cracker cake." I waved as I walked off to my car. I heard behind me that kid, Isaac and also Scott shout, "I am so crashing that dinner!" I silently laughed as I hopped into my car and sped away in search of good takeout for lunch.

"Hi, Stilinski! Dinner's ready and my family is missing so get your butt back here! Oh, and tell Stiles that his friend Isaac is eating his food. Bye!" I hung up after leaving a voicemail for my brother in law.

"Thanks Ms. Evans for letting me eat here. Not much at the McCall's."

"Do you live with Melissa and Scott?" I questioned. I had heard all about the death of his dad and how he lived with Derek Hale for a while, but Stiles didn't really tell me anything else.

"Yeah." Was all Isaac said before gorging on more of Stiles' dinner?

With Stilinski and the boys (Stiles and Scott) outside of clinic...

I listened to my voicemail to hear Clara's peppy voice saying that dinner was ready. Well, I can't start working on Malia Tate's case at this late hour to disturb her father for information. So, dinner it is.

"Hey boys, Clara says that dinner is ready, and something about Isaac eating all of Stiles' food." I furrowed my brows in confusion of what Isaac was doing at my house. Once I came back to the real world, I realized that the boys had already started the race on who can get to the food the fastest.

Read and Review please. This is still might need some revising considering that Lahey, Argent and McCall do not talk at all and I might need to be a little clearer.