Author's Note: I have joined a new fandom… And found a new pairing that I love. Sterek forever. Almost made it through season one, but the internet is full of spoilers so here goes. This is fem Stiles. Erica and Boyd survived this is after season two so Peter is back, Allison is still alive and Lydia is a banshee. Though the characters are almost exactly the same (Minus a few, Malia and the twins) this story has nothing to do with Fairy Tales. Very much an AU. I own nothing.
Memories
1. Dreams
Bright eyes smiled down at Derek as he rested a tiny hand against the rounded belly in front of him. His mother smiled at him and nuzzled into his hair. The three-year-old smiled at the other woman. Claudia guided Derek's hand along her belly until he felt something kick his hand. He startled slightly, growling, eyes flashing gold. His mother's soothing hum calmed him immediately and he tentatively placed his hand back on Claudia's belly. Talia smiled down at her young son.
"Do you understand now why Claudia won't be running with us for a while?" Derek thought for a moment before he nodded.
"She's going to have a cub." Claudia's grin widened and she nodded.
"Sort of little one. I'm going to have a baby, but she won't be a wolf since neither of her parents are wolves. So even though she won't be entirely human she's a baby not a cub." Derek's eyes narrowed slightly in contemplation of the belly in front of him. Talia looked up at her friend.
"You're sure she won't be human?" Claudia ran her hands over her belly.
"I can already feel the Spark growing in her. She'll be half human though, because of John." Derek tugged on his mother's finger.
"Mom, will the baby be pack?" Talia ran a hand through her son's hair a smile on her face.
"Claudia is pack, so the baby will be pack. Even though neither of them are wolves. Always remember Derek you don't have to be a wolf to be pack." Derek nodded looking back up at Claudia.
"Does the baby have a name yet?" Claudia's eyes grew contemplative as she held her belly absently, then she grinned and they flashed a deep violet with the magic she held inside.
"Mieczyslaw. Her name will be Mieczyslaw." Derek frowned then grinned and gently placed his hands back on Claudia's belly.
"Hello baby. You may not know it but you're pack and it's my job to protect pack so I'm gonna make sure you're safe." The only response he received was a light kick against his hand and a smile from both women.
Derek blinked up at the celling of his loft. The dream, no memory still fresh in his mind. He rubbed his temple and sighed. It wasn't often he had good dreams about family, let alone something from so long ago. He'd been four when baby Mieczyslaw had been born, he could only wonder what her life was like with a name like that. He remembered big brown eyes flashing bright clear violet when they'd first seen him. Back when his own still flashed gold, before the fire that had killed his family. He'd blamed himself for it though Kate had started the flames, after that night they'd flashed bright electric blue. Now they flashed bright red, ever since he'd slashed his uncle's throat, even after Peter had returned from beyond the grave. He laid his head in his hands. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened to baby Mieczyslaw and her mother. Claudia had stopped coming over by the time he was six. He vaguely remembered his mother saying something about her getting sick and not wanting to worry the pack. He had no idea if they'd been at the house at the time of the fire. Mieczyslaw would have been about eleven at the time. He'd been fifteen when Kate Argent had taken everything from him. And now here he was, back in Beacon Hills dealing with Scott McCall and all his problems. Not the least of which was his crush on a certain young Argent and his obnoxious best friend who somehow managed to pull off pretty and infuriating at the same time.
Stiles Stilinski. He'd raised an eyebrow at the name. Who in their right mind named their daughter Stiles Stilinski? But despite his initial misgivings about Stiles she'd proved herself a very useful pack member. According to Deaton she might even have potential for magic, powerful magic, though there seemed to be something getting in the way of her using it easily. Somehow this obnoxious, insane, highly intelligent, hyperactive, weirdo had established herself in the pack. She'd convinced Erica and Boyd to stay, to give him a chance after the disaster with Gerard Argent. The two betas had settled down rather nicely since then and they'd added Isaac Layhe to the pack. Jackson had gone to London for a few months after he'd become a true werewolf but Lydia convinced him to come back and give the pack a chance.
There was a soft knock on his door. He stood and stretched slightly listening to the heartbeat of the person standing at the door. It was a touch fast even for a wolf. He opened the door and found Isaac standing in his doorway wrapped in his blanket and sniffling slightly. He stepped aside and let the young wolf curl up under his covers. He'd learned from a young age that the scent of the Alpha was very calming to anyone in the pack, even non-wolves. Isaac burrowed into the blankets as Derek made his way over to the window. He sighed and Isaac whined at the back of his throat. Derek walked over to the bed and ran a hand gently through Isaac's hair like his father had once done for him.
"It's nothing Pup. Just a dream." Isaac nodded and in moments fell asleep surrounded by the scent of pack and home. Derek let a small smile grace his face as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He lay back down, careful not to disturb Isaac and stared up at the ceiling. He fell asleep to the memory of bright violet eyes staring up at him.
Meanwhile across town Stiles sat in a dark room in front of a lit computer screen. Her shoulder length brown hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and headphones sat in her ears blaring a playlist from her I-pod. Her fingers flew across the keyboard of her laptop. She couldn't sleep, so she was researching. She hadn't started off with the intention of doing serious research about anything specific. But she'd found a rather interesting blog in a dark corner of the internet. It was all about hunting ghosts and other supernatural beings. She'd had a good laugh about the theme song, the Ghostfacers were no ghostbusters by a long shot, but there actually seemed to be some legitimate information on the site. She pulled off one of her headphones to listen to them explain how and why you would ever need to salt and burn a corpse when there was a light tap at her window. She jumped and turned to face two sets of golden glowing eyes. She pulled off her headphones completely and grabbed her baseball bat, 'borrowed' from Mama McCall, before coming over to the window. Then she spotted Erica's perfect hair and Boyd's unmistakable physique. She dropped her bat and pulled the window open.
"I'm surprised you knocked. Most of you wolves don't." Boyd cracked a smile and Erica pulled Stiles into a hug. Stiles stood stock still for a moment under the unusual show of affection from the other girl. She returned the hug however and felt something wet drip onto her shoulder. Erica was crying.
"What's wrong Catwoman?" The wolf just buried her head further into Stiles' shoulder as if trying to hide from the world there. Stiles raised an eyebrow at Boyd. He rubbed Erica's back.
"She had a dream about Gerard. We both did, needed to make sure you were ok." Stiles nodded and held Erica tighter as the blonde sobbed. The human pulled Boyd into the hug. It took about ten minutes to calm Erica down but Stiles didn't really mind. Ever since the three of them had been kidnapped and tortured by Gerard Argent there had been something of a bond between them. It was that that had convinced the two betas to stay and give Derek a chance. So far it seemed to be going well, they'd even genuinely made friends with Isaac. Once Erica was calmed down Stiles felt a tug at her heartstrings as she saw how tired the she-wolf looked. Stiles nodded to the bed.
"Get some sleep Catwoman, you look like hell." Erica nodded and flopped down on Stiles bed pulling Boyd down with her as Stiles sat back at her computer desk. Erica wiggled around so her head was at the end of the bed peeking out from under Stiles' covers a small smile on her face as Boyd began to snore.
"What are you up to Wonder Woman?" Stiles grinned. Erica had changed her nickname after the Gerard incident stating that not only was Wonder Woman cooler than Batman but she was tougher to boot.
"Research." Erica raised an eyebrow.
"What for? Is there another big bad out there that nobody told me and Boyd about?" Stiles shook her head spinning in her chair.
"Not yet, but if there's one thing I've learned running with wolves it's that being prepared could literally save a life." Erica grinned at the hyperactive human before burrowing further under the covers.
"It's good to have you in the pack." Stiles snorted and Erica frowned.
"I'm not Pack Erica, we both know that but it was sweet of you to say." Erica whined low in her throat as the brunette turned back to her computer. Her wolf couldn't comprehend that the woman in front of her didn't know herself to be pack. This woman had saved her life, the life of her mate, fought against insane odds with them and of course there was that connection she sensed between Stiles and Derek. Anyone with semi working eyes could see the sexual tension between those two, wolf powers just made it easier to see. Stiles had slipped her headphones back on and Erica buried her nose in the soft comforter that surrounded her. It smelled like home, like Pack. She fell asleep thinking that she and Derek were going to be having a discussion about Stiles in the morning.
Sheriff Stilinski was not expecting the sight he found in his daughter's room when he went to wake her up the next morning. He leaned in the doorway. Finding Stiles asleep at her desk, face plastered to her keyboard, that wasn't unusual. It wasn't a normal week in the Stilinski household unless he found her like that at least once. What was unusual was that despite his daughter snoring at her desk the bed was occupied. Erica Reyes and Vernon Boyd were barely visible curled up under Stiles' comforter, their heads at the wrong end of the bed like they'd fallen asleep talking to Stiles. He hadn't even heard them come in the night before. But he wasn't completely surprised by that.
John Stilinski was not an idiot, he was a sheriff and a good one at that. There were only so many things that could happen in his town before he had to look at life in a new way. There were only so many times he could turn the other cheek before he had to start looking for other explanations. He still wasn't exactly sure what was going on but he knew that it wasn't entirely human, he also knew that Stiles was involved. He didn't know how deeply, but she'd been lying when she turned up after disappearing at the lacrosse game badly beaten. She'd said that it had been a few of the players from the other team and that she didn't know their names but ever since then Erica Reyes and Vernon Boyd stuck to her like glue. He was glad that her friend group was growing. But it didn't change the fact that he hadn't known two other teens were in his house. He cleared his throat loudly and the two teens in the bed jumped landing on the floor crouching like they were waiting for an attack. Stiles fell out of her chair with a squeak and would have come tumbling to the ground if Boyd hadn't caught her under her arms and pulled her back to her feet. Stiles glanced around for a moment clearly confused then spotted her father in the doorway.
"Dad! It's not what you think!" Boyd stepped forwards and spoke.
"Erica and I had some pretty bad nightmares last night and we needed someone we could talk to. We texted Stiles and she let us come over. We must have lost track of time and fallen asleep." Erica nodded and the sheriff sighed at his daughter who was also nodding, but there was no lie in her eyes. Whether or not there was more to the story remained to be seen, but Reyes still looked a little shaken up so he let it slide this once.
"Alright I'll let you slide this once. You two should call your parents to let them know where you are. Breakfast is cooking downstairs, eggs and bacon. Real bacon today Stiles since we have guests." Stiles tripped after her father arguing the point as Erica looked over at Boyd and grinned.
"First time I'll have had something like family breakfast in a while." Boyd nodded and pulled her close, kissing her on the forehead as Stiles peeked around the door.
"Are you two coming?" They nodded and Erica motioned them forwards.
"I'll be down in a minute, I need to use your bathroom." Stiles nodded inclining her head down the hallway to show the other girl where it was before Boyd followed their human pack member down the stairs. Erica didn't head off to the bathroom though, instead she snuck to Stiles' closet. After a few long minutes of searching she found what she was looking for. Buried in the back of the closet was a dark green sun dress with bright yellow sunflowers around the hem. Erica smiled as she laid it out on the bed and found a pair of seemingly unused black flats buried a bit further in.
