I felt the serious need to write me a Teenwolf fic. Hope you enjoy and please if it's not too much trouble, review it, even to criticize. I'd like to know what you think. I haven't decided if this is a Sterek fic or not yet but it will be mostly about the two of them. Some pairings that will be mentioned are Scott/Allison, Isaac/Allison, Mellisa McCall/Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles/Lydia, Jackson/Lydia and Danny/Ethan. But since the story doesn't revolve around any of them there probably won't be a lot of focus on most of them. Maybe the love triangles will get some attention but probably not seeing as at this point it's not a romance, more of a action story. But none of that's important so please enjoy.

It had been years, seven years actually, since Derek and his baby sister Cora had walked away from Beacon Hills. They'd promised each other to start again, leaving behind the haunting memories of their family, of their old lives. Cora had no problems doing so, there was nothing in Beacon Hills for her, there never really had been but Derek was different. He had left things behind in that place, he'd left behind good memories as well as bad. He'd left behind friends and enemies. Sometimes he wanted to go back, just to check on things but he always stopped just outside town. He was afraid of what he would see if he dared to look back. So he didn't know what had become of his old pack. He didn't know what kind of place Beacon Hills turned out to be. He didn't know what ever became of Scott or Stiles, of Allison or Lydia. He didn't know anything and eventually he found himself okay with that but there was one thing Derek Hale never accounted for. Once Beacon Hills has wrapped it's tendrils around you they couldn't be cut and trust you me the town had a way of dragging you back, kicking and screaming, if it had to.

Derek came around slowly, the first he noticed that his tongue felt like it was coated in ash and his eyelids were glued shut. Then he felt the pounding in his head and he became acutely aware of each fiber of clothing that was touching his body, and something else that was not clothing wrapped around his neck. He tried to move but found that he couldn't so instead he focused on opening his eyes. He regretted it though, because he was blinded by whatever light was filtering into the room... Wait was this a room? No rooms don't move under you. He was in a vehicle, a van most likely. He blinked a few more times clearing away the bright spots until he was able to focus on the other person in the back of the van with. He stared at him for a long time. He felt like he knew the person but couldn't place him. The man looked rough, his nose was bloody and his clothes were rumpled. His hands and feet were bound and he had a black collar wrapped around his neck that was attached to a short chain and bolted to the van. The man stared back for a while, then sighed and rolled his eyes, clearly growing impatient.

"Long time no see, Derek, how've you been?"

It wasn't so much the voice itself that clued him in, because that was deeper than he remembered, it was more so the tone, that snarky, sarcastic tone of voice that clued Derek in.

"Stiles?" Derek croaked.

Stiles grinned but not in the way he used to, something was very much different now. "Bingo." Stiles said, "Someone give the man his prize."

"Stiles, what's...?"

"I don't know. One minute I'm walking home from work and the next I'm getting my ass kicked and shoved into a van. A few hours later they toss you in here too. Well maybe not toss. They dragged you in here and hooked up that weird ass collar up to you."

"What? What collar? What's so weird about it?"

"Well," Stiles said reaching up to scratch his face. "Mine just holds me in place, like a really, really short leash. Yours has this... spine thing that goes all the way down your back and they put pins in it and I'm pretty sure it's like some sort of pressure point thing, they're whats keeping you from moving."

"Perfect," Derek growled, closing his eyes in frustration. He couldn't even remember being taken. "Any idea what they want us for?"

Stiles shook his head, "They haven't said anything but I suppose they're taking us to the last place on Earth either of us wants to be." He craned his neck to try and glimpse out the tinted windows on the vans doors.

Derek sighed again. "Beacon Hills."

They sat in silence after that. Stiles kept trying to get a look out side. Derek tried at first but since he couldn't move his head all he could really do was observe Stiles because he sat directly across from him. To say Stiles had changed would be an understatement. Although sitting Derek could tell he'd grown taller as well as broader. He'd packed on a few extra pounds of muscle but he was still fairly lean. His hair was mostly the same as when they last saw each other but it was already flecked with grey which made Derek frown a bit, wondering what could have caused it. It was his face that had changed the most. The angles of his face seemed somewhat sharper, more defined and his cheeks and jaw were coated with stubble, not something he had ever seen on the younger man. Of all the changes in Stiles it had to be his eyes that had thrown Derek off the most. They were still brown but they seemed different now. Before they'd always had this light. It was youthful and bright. Something Derek had always envied in the youth. He'd been a hopeful, there had been laughter and intelligence in those eyes. They didn't shine like that anymore. They were dark and cold now. The intelligence was still there but all the rest, the hope and the joy, that was gone. Derek looked at Stiles eyes and felt a shiver go down his spine. They kind of reminded Derek of the eyes that stared back at him whenever he dared to look in the mirror. Dead eyes, filled with nothing but sorrow and guilt and self loathing.

"What happened after I left?" Derek asked finally, wanting to know more what had made Stiles the way he was now more than anything.

Stiles looked at Derek for a moment, contemplating, before settling back against the wall of the van. "What we expected, I guess. Monsters showed up, other werewolves, plenty of things we never knew existed. Awful things, some things that were… less awful. The Nemeton brought them all down on us. Things were bearable in the beginning. We could handle everything that came at us with minimal losses but we did lose from time to time." Stiles looked out the back window again before continuing. "My dad died, and we are not going to go into details of that. That happened about two and a half years after you left. Things were going pretty rough at the time and when my dad died, because of that whole darkness around my soul thing, It was lights out for me for a long time. Apparently I went into this shock induced coma and when I finally came out of it six months had passed. Things were different for me after that, the darkness really weighed me down and I felt like I was suffocating and I knew that if I stayed in Beacon Hills, where my parents had died, where I was constantly under attack, I just knew I would die. So I left." The whole time he told his story his face remained stoic and his voice was level.

Derek's eyebrows furrowed, "You left?"

Stiles nodded, "Lydia too. We left town and lived together in Phoenix for awhile before she moved out to London to be with Jackson."

"Have you heard from anybody in Beacon Hills since then?"

"Ya, Scott and I keep in touch."

"Is everyone else alright? Other than your dad."

"No, Aidan is dead too. Scotts mom's paralyzed from the waist down, courtesy of Peter Hale and Chris Argent is blind and deaf on his left side so he's surprisingly useless in a fight now. There were a few new additions to the pack though. You remember Danny?"

Derek thought about it for a moment, "Yes, the tall kid Aidan was dating."

"Ya, him. Anyways he found out."

"That's kind of a given."

"Ya but still. Anyways there's Danny and Deucalion…"

"Deucalion?! Seriously?"

"I was shocked when I found out too but ya, apparently he jumped back on the peace band wagon and he ended up in Beacon Hills, talking out his plans for peace and whatever with Deaton mostly but then he also helped Scott and the rest destroy the Nemeton and thing settled down there. It's actually been peaceful there the past few years which is all well and good considering the baby."

Derek's eyebrows shot up. "Baby?"

Stiles laughed, "Her names Tori, she's Allison's daughter. Pretty sure she's almost two by now."

"So… Allison and Scott…?"

"No, Tori is Isaac's."

"Oh," Derek said awkwardly, wishing he could turn his head away.

Stiles laughed again.

Just then the van came to a halt. Derek could hear the people driving getting out. They had remained silent the entirety of the trip so Derek hadn't given them much thought. Stiles craned his head to look out the window.

He swallowed hard, "Looks like we're here."