AN: So this fic is loosely based on a prompt for an anon on tumblr. I say loosely because anon's idea sparked many different ideas for me and it all turned into this…I promised myself that I wouldn't post this until "Alpha She-Wolf" (ASW) was finished, but that story just kept getting bigger than the outline said it would be… I had hoped to have it finished long before season four started. Alas, here we are, days from the S4 première and ASW still isn't finished and I got myself into another writer's block with it (writing agent McCall is wayyy harder than I had anticipated). Anon has been waiting for this since, like… February, and that's rid-dick of me.

So I'm posting chapter one now, and we'll see how you all feel about it. I've resolved to work on this fic (and my originals fic…I'm SORRY for to the readers of that one, GAWD I stink) while working through my ASW writer's block.

INFO ABOUT THIS AU: Post Season 2 then we diverge from canon…No Twins/No Kira/No alpha pack/No Darach/No evil foxes/ Malia grew up a Hale, escaped with Cora the night of the fire

Disclaimer: I do not own TW or the characters, just my AU/AR. (and MY OCs). Also FYI, this is un-betaed, so all the mistakes are mine

I'd Be Good To You

A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

By Louisa Hale

Title Inspired by: "Good To You" By Mariana's Trench

I'd Be Good To You

Chapter One

"And I Want You To Know, I Hold You Up Above Everyone"

Officer Stanislaw Gemin Stilinski was bored. As his best friend Dr. Scott McCall has said, on many occasions, nothing good will ever come from Stiles being bored. Ever.

Which, in hindsight was absolutely true. There were many examples of this from his childhood that ended in detentions, visits to the principal, parent-teacher conferences, broken objects, and the long-suffering sighs of his father. But perhaps the biggest example of his boredom causing havoc was Scott.

Stiles was bored the night before junior year started, so he listened in on his dad's phone calls, which led to him dragging Scott into the woods, where he ended up getting bit by a werewolf. That was the catalyst for a year filled with activity: werewolves, hunters, Derek Hale and his personal space issues, Scott's Romeo/Juliet romance with Ally, lizard people, psycho Argents, zombie-wolves, kidnappings, torture…all stuff Stiles would rather not live through again, thank you very much.

Things had settled down since that year, but they certainly hadn't been boring. Watching Jackson integrate himself into the Hale Pack was interesting; he was less of a tool after the whole kanima disaster. Becoming friends with all the wolves was never boring, especially when Lydia and Danny ended up worming their way into the pack and he wasn't the only human anymore. Then came the sudden re-appearance of Cora and Malia Hale, which was kind of awesome, you know since Derek and Peter thought that they were dead all this time.

In the eight and a half years since his junior year ended, his life had been pretty great. He had his friends (or as Derek insisted his pack), he had his dad, and he had a great career. Sure, there had been the occasional supernatural crisis or soap-opera like drama, but this was Beacon Hills, it was expected. Peter dating Chris Argent, Stiles resolving to shoot Derek for dating his second best friend Lydia, pixies, the occasional rabid omega, his dad finding out about the pack, weddings, the whole drama about the pack splitting up for college, then the everyone settling down in Beacon Hills after college and all the relationship drama, were all things the pack dealt with easily.

There was one thing that they never talked about, one thing that Derek had refused to explain, and that Boyd, Isaac and Peter shutdown completely about. Once every few months the four of them would disappear for a week or so and come back smelling like her (according to Scott and Jackson).

Erica Reyes and her parents had disappeared days after the final confrontation with Gerard. The last time Stiles saw his Catwoman was that Monday after school, when she was having a conversation with Derek at his car. The next day a moving company was packing up the Reyes home, and that night Derek, Isaac, Boyd and Peter went ballistic.

They wouldn't tell anyone what happened, but the pack wasn't stupid and had basically figured it out. Based of the swift way that SourWolf, ZombieWolf, ScarfWolf and SilentWolf killed all of Gerard's hunters after Catwoman left, the very public 'chastisement' (i.e. punch in the face and kick in the balls) that Derek gave Chris Argent before Argent commanded all his men to leave town, and the way Argent just allowed Derek to kill the dying Gerard…Something sinister happened to his Catwoman before he arrived in the Argent's basement. Which is why no one talked about it, because if what they think happened did happen, Erica needed time to heal, and they had no business talking about it when they barely knew her.

To tell you the truth, Stiles was hit so much that night he doesn't remember much. He remembers seeing Erica and Boyd tied up on the ceiling, and bantering with Gerard, but after that it was mostly pain and running on adrenaline until after the battle with Gerard was over. He wasn't a wolf; he didn't have the super ability to heal, it was amazing he had been able to drive himself and Lydia to that warehouse, that night. His injuries had been extensive; he didn't even fully remember how he escaped that basement.

He didn't understand why his mind constantly drifted back to Erica. Whenever he had a free moment he thought about her, about what could have been. Ever since she admitted her crush on him he thought about it…if circumstances were different could they have been together? Could he have helped her if he had known what had happened? Was there a time machine he could use to stop what happened in that basement? If he had accepted the bite from Peter could he have saved her? If none of the supernatural stuff happened would he have asked her out eventually? If things were different, would they be married now? Would their kids be playing with the other kids of the pack?

Why did his thoughts always run back to her? He had many relationships over the years, all of them had been great, but none of them had that spark his friends' relationships had. He guessed a part of him yearned for that feeling he got when he was standing next to Erica. Even before she received the bite, being near her caused him to feel...complete. But back then he was a stupid teenager. He knew better now. Erica Reyes could have been the one, but he had been a coward and life had driven her away.

During his thoughts, his partner had been talking to him. They were in their patrol car, making sure the streets of Beacon Hills were quiet. Apparently he had not been listening enough for Officer Allison McCall's taste, because she punched him in the shoulder. Hard. Damn her background as a hunter.

"Hey! I'm driving here!" He exclaimed.

"No, you are daydreaming when you are supposed to be listening to tales of your godchildren's latest accomplishments." She told him. "And drive back toward the station will you? Our shift is almost done and I cannot be late from picking up the boys from daycare again."

Stiles did as he was told and drove towards the station. "Wait boys? What about my lovely niece? Are you just going to leave her in the clutches of Cora and Malia Hale indefinitely? What did the poor girl do?"

Allison laughed. "Stan, Stan, Stan, I told you she insisted on going to the vets office with Scott today. Remember? She likes playing with the animals?"

"No, Tori likes flashing her werewolf eyes at the cats, and plays innocent with Scott and Deaton when they asked what happened… And don't call me Stan." Stiles told her, giving her the side glare.

Allison beamed at him. "Stan."

Stiles sighed. "I see that the post-partum hormones are affecting your memory again. You should really get that checked out, Mason is two months old that should have straightened out by now." He said with a grin as the smile on her face turned into a grimace. "So Ally, dear friend, here are acceptable names to call me: Stiles, Stilinski, Officer Stilinski, The Godfather, and The Love of Scott McCall's Life."

Allison tried to keep her glare but failed and began to laugh. "You're an idiot."

He smiled at they pulled into the parking lot of the station. "Idiot, is also an appropriate title for me on occasion. Good job Ally!"

They got out of the car, and Allison began to fill him in on the achievements of his godchildren. How Victoria liked to hide places and scare Scott, how Tyler had skipped walking and went straight to running everywhere, and how musical Mason's coos were. Stiles smiled and indulged her, because he loved those kids, as much as he loved their parents…and because he was the one teaching Tori the best hiding places to scare her father.

They were walking up the steps when they saw the little girl. She couldn't have been much older than Tori and she was shaking. He and Allison looked at each other and approached the little girl.

The little girl's head shot up as they approached and she sighed in relief. Stiles heart stopped in his chest. She was tiny, pale, with brown eyes and wild blond hair. She looked like a miniaturized version of the woman that he had just been daydreaming about.

And as if he wasn't freaked out enough, her eyes flashed yellow and she ran towards him and Allison.

They knelt down to her level and she hugged both of them.

"Hey Sweetie." Allison said, "Where is your mommy?"

The little girl started tearing up again. "I lost-ed her. We were at the cities halls across the street and I gots bored, and explored… when I came back she was gone. But you will help me finds her, because you are police officers and you smell like mama's pack."

"Okay, what is your name little one? And do you know your mama's phone number?" Stiles asked. "We can go inside and call her."

The little girl lifted her arms, indicating she needed to be picked up. Stiles didn't hesitate to pick her up, and the three of them made their way into the station.

"My name is Maddie Reyes. My mama's name is Erica. I don't know her number." The little girl pouted.

If Stiles hadn't been carrying the child he would have passed out or hit himself repeatedly until he woke up from what was obviously some sort of dream. He was carrying Erica's daughter? Erica was back in town? And no one said anything?

He glared at Allison. "Did you know?"

"No. I would have told you. I doubt Derek knows." She said, as they entered the lobby. "I'm going to run to my desk and give him a call, see if I can get Erica's number. You two stay here."

"No problemo." Stiles said seating himself and Maddie on the nearest bench, happy to let Ally make the necessary phone calls, especially if SourWolf was not in the know… he was testy since his youngest daughter Talia decided not sleeping through the night was a cool thing.

"Is Uncle Derek cranky again?" Maddie asked. "Mama says I get cranky like Uncle Derek when I don't have a nap. Does Uncle Derek need a nap?"

Stiles laughed. "Yes he does! His littlest baby doesn't let anyone sleep in their house. It has made Derek an extra cranky SourWolf lately."

Maddie looked confused. "SourWolf? Is your name Batman? Mama says that her Batman calls Uncle Derek a SourWolf."

Stiles did not do a happy dance inside at the knowledge Erica talked about him with her daughter. No, sir. "Well, only my Catwoman calls me Batman. Everyone else calls me Stiles."

Maddie sighed. "I want a nickname too. Like one that only super special people call me. Everyone calls me Maddie. It's not special."

"That was a powerful sigh for a three year old to make…" he smiled

Maddie glared at him, leaving no doubt who her mom was, because only two other women had been able to pull of a glare that terrifying. One of them was Lydia Hale, and the other was Erica Reyes.

"I'm four and a half." She growled.

"I'm only joking with you Maddie. My niece Tori is four, I know what a four year old looks like." He said putting his hands up in mock surrender.

"You're funny Batman." The little girl let out a giggle before sniffing the air. "Mama's on her way."

Allison chose that moment to come back. "Yes, she is. She was on her way her to file a missing persons report when I called… You had her worried sick."

Maddie started to tear up and look guilty again as her adult doppelganger threw open the doors to the station door and stormed her way over to the bench.

"Madelyn Reyes! Don't you ever wander off like that again!" Erica said and she scooped up her daughter and held her tight. "I was worried out of my mind."

Stiles stood up and took his place at Allison's side. After a moment Erica set Maddie down and turned to them. She almost looked shocked to see them.

"Thank you for finding her and calling me." Erica said, mostly looking at Allison.

"She found us. Said we smelt like pack." Ally said.

Erica finally looked at him. They stared at each other, and part of him hoped that she went through her own "What Could Have Been" scenarios. She stared at them for a minute. Before looking at her feet.

If he were that silly teenaged boy still he would have let her leave at that. Told her that he'd see her at the pack meeting tonight and then use his niece as an excuse to not talk to her, because she made him nervous and he was afraid of making her uncomfortable. But he wasn't a silly teenaged boy anymore; he was a silly grown ass man.

"So, Catwoman makes her return." He said walking over to her and giving her a hug. It took her a second but she returned the hug and he could have sworn she sniffed him. "We all missed you Erica. I missed you."

He whispered the last part, not wanting Ally to hear and tease him, and Erica squeezed him a bit harder. "I missed you too."

AN: Thoughts?

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