Stiles was sitting at his desk in his room writing his final essay when his phone went off and startled him out of his thoughts.
He picked up his phone and looked at the caller ID and saw that it was his best friend, Scott McCall. "God dammit! Scotty you nearly gave me a heart attack." He yelled as way of greeting when he answered the phone.
"Stiles… you need to get to the hospital right now!" Scott yelled.
"Why? What happened? Are you okay?" He asked frantically getting up, grabbing his keys and wallet.
"I'm fine Stiles…it's your dad… he was shot." He said taking a shaky breath.
"He's in surgery now we haven't heard anything from the doctor. I got a call from Derek because he heard gun shots on the reserve. I met him there and then we found your dad. I'm sorry Stiles it doesn't look good." Scott said after a minute of silence.
"Scott it's okay I'll be there in ten minutes." Stiles said
"Alright see you soon." He said then hung up.
2 hours later
They sat in the waiting room for the last two hours. Stiles was sitting in a chair shaking his leg. He got up and started pacing, no one stopped him. Derek had shown up after he finished up at the reserve. Just then the door opened and the doctor stepped out.
"Sheriff Stilinski?" the doctor called he walked over to him as the others stood up.
"I'm his son." Stiles said biting his nails.
"I'm sorry Stiles but we did everything we could. He wants you to know that he loves you and that he's happy because he'll get to see your mother again." The doctor said with a sad smile patting him on the shoulder.
"Can I see him to…t-to say goodbye?" He asked trying not to let the tears fall.
"Of course right this way." The doctor said and he followed him.
When he got to his room he saw him covered with a white sheet. He walked over to the table and put his hand on his arm and said, "I love you dad. Say hi to mom for me kay I'll see you guys soon. Goodbye dad." After he said that he couldn't hold the tears back any longer and turned around to bury his face in Scotts' chest. He soon realized that it wasn't Scott that was there but Derek.
He looked up and said, "Derek?"
"I'm here don't worry. Scott went to get some clothes for you, you'll be staying at his house for a few days." Derek replied with a sad smile.
"Thank you." He said not knowing what else to say.
He looked at him quizzically and Stiles responded, "Thank you for being there for me, for putting up with all my bullshit crazy ideas. Bailing me out every time I get kid napped. Thank you for accepting me all these years no matter how crazy I sounded. You Scott and the pack are the only family I have left…well that I actually talk to anyway." He said stepping back from him wiping his eyes.
"Stiles you're part of the pack your family no matter what. I thought your dad was your last living relative." He said crossing his arms.
"Only by blood. A couple years ago I was looking for some Christmas decorations when I found a family photo. It was a picture of my mom, dad, uncle John, and my two cousins. I didn't know who they were so I asked dad about them and he told me who they were. Him and Uncle John had a falling out the day that picture was taken. Haven't heard anything of them since." Stiles said as he started to walk out of the room.
Derek stopped him and said, "Why didn't you say anything about them?"
"There was no reason to. I've never talked to any of them and from what my dad has told me I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't even know I existed." He said exasperated throwing his hands up as he walked out of the door. Derek followed him out of the room and had to practically run to keep up with him. Scott walked up to him but he just pushed past him. Stiles needed to get out of there. He just kept walking away from them. He could hear them calling after him but didn't care. He couldn't be in that place any longer.
As soon as he went through the door he started running. He wasn't really thinking all he knew was that he couldn't be at the hospital anymore. It had taken everyone that he cared about. He was running through the streets of Beacon Hills letting his legs take him where they wanted to. He lost himself in the run not thinking about anything.
After they got the news of Stiles' dad Scott went to Stiles' place to get him some clothes since it was best for him to stay at his place for a few days. Scott dropped his stuff off at his house then went back to the hospital. He saw him and Derek come out of the door they'd gone in. Derek was practically running to keep up with Stiles. Scott walked up to him and Stiles just brushed past him. He called out to him but he didn't seem to hear him. Derek also called out to him and he just kept walking away from them. They walked after him but once he stepped out the door he took off in a dead run.
"What the heck was that all about?" Scott asked Derek throwing his arms up.
"I don't know I told him he was going to be staying with you for a few days then he thanked me for being there and said you the pack and I were the only family he has left that he actually talks to. I asked him what that meant and he said that he has two cousins and that he wouldn't be surprised if they didn't know he existed then ran out of the room and wouldn't say anything." Derek said in a huff.
"Stiles has two cousins and he didn't say anything?" He asked
"Yeah he found out couple years ago at Christmas when he was looking for the decorations he found a family photo and asked his dad about it. The day the photo was taken his dad and Uncle John had a falling out." Derek replied
"Okay well I'll talk to him about that later but first we need to find him before he gets himself hurt." Scott said walking to the door after Derek nodded.
Stiles finally stopped running and realized that he was at the abandoned mall. The packs fought each other here. He wondered why he was there. For some reason he felt compelled to come here, now he felt that same compulsion pulling him further into the old dilapidated building. As he went further into the building he got more and more creeped out.
Stiles heard a noise come from all around him. He took a deep breath and turned around. He didn't see anything so he decided to leave. As Stiles started walking to what was left of the door there was a flash, like something ran past him. 'Please don't be a rouge werewolf pack. I've had a hard day and I really don't have time for this.' He thought.
"Don't worry Stiles it's just the two of us." Said a female voice that sounded like it came from all around him.
"H-how do you now my name?" He asked officially creeped out.
There was a chuckle then, "I know everything. Soon you will too." The voice said stepping out from behind a pillar.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked now annoyed.
"There it is. That's the spark I've been looking for."
"Will you stop being so cryptic and answer my questions?" He almost yelled.
"Alright, alright, my name is Marigold and I'm the seer." She said stepping into the light.
She had red hair and didn't look older than 25, she wore a long colorful cloak that went down to her ankles. She was pretty.
"The what?" Stiles asked being a little skeptical.
"I'm an omnipresent being that sees all." She deadpanned
"Okay that makes sense. But what are you doing here?" He asked crossing my arms.
"I'm looking for you. Have been for the last 20 something years. You know you're not an easy person to find." She said pointing a finger at him.
"Well I don't make a habit of advertising my location especially with what I've been through the last four years, you know having to run from all the supernatural shit that goes on in Beacon Hills." He said
"I'm quite aware of your life style, Stiles Stilinski." She said walking closer.
"Yes we've established this, now why have you been looking for me for the last twenty something years?" He said as he tried not to fidget.
"Oh well that's easy. You're my replacement." She said as if that was obvious.
"Your replacement? How can I be your replacement if I'm human?" He asked shifting from foot to foot.
"Oh Stiles you are anything but human. You know this, you always have. It's why you've survived the last eight years running with those werewolves of yours." She said smirking putting a hand on her hip.
"W-what? The werewolves aren't mine they're just my friends none of them belong to me." He said rubbing the back of his neck.
Marigold chuckled and shook her head, "Oh Stiles you shouldn't try to lie to me I know you're best friend is a werewolf and that you have the hots for the really tall one Derek I think is his name." Her smirk grew wider.
He blushed and looked down at the floor.
"Alright as much as I would love to continue this conversation we really must start you're training." She said as she circled him.
"My training?" He asked incredulously.
"Yes so you can take your place as the seer. I thought we established this." She said raising her eyebrow in question.
"Oh yeah we did I just didn't realize I was going to have to be trained and I'm kinda panicking on the inside cause my dad just died and now apparently I'm going to be the seer and it's all just a lot to take in." He said in a breath.
"Well I guess I can understand that. Now where is the most tranquil place you can think of?" Marigold asked him.
"That would be the reserve. I actually go there sometimes when I want to be alone. Derek doesn't even know about it." He said walking out of the building. "Since it is part of the training I guess I should show you where it is. Follow me."
Derek can't believe Stiles can be so frustrating. Actually you know what he can. He's known him for eight years and he's proven to be nothing but frustrating. He threw another chair against the wall.
"Derek will you stop destroying your furniture. Stiles is fine." Scott said sitting on the Alphas couch.
"How are you so sure?" He asked pacing worriedly.
"Derek this is Stiles Stilinski we're talking about. He may not be a werewolf or a banshee. Or some other kind of powerful supernatural being but he is smart, clever, and cunning how do you think he's survived before you came along?" he questioned with a smirk.
"You're right. I just worry about him. Has he ever done something like this before?" He asked leaning up against the wall.
"Once around the time his mother died. We found him in a comic book store then." He said sitting up. "We should just wait a little while. He'll show up sooner or later and if he doesn't show up by morning we'll send out a search party." He said reclining and the couch.
"Are you sure?" Derek asked skeptically.
"Yes unless your gut is saying that he's in trouble." He said and raised an eyebrow.
"I'll get back to you on that." He said pointing at him.
"What is your gut saying, Derek?" he asked shooting up from the couch.
"Well somethings happening but I can't tell if it's good or bad." He said biting his nails.
"Oh." Scott said and started pacing.
"It's just right up this way." Stiles said pointing up ahead so Marigold could follow.
"So this is werewolf territory?" She asked stepping cautiously.
"Yeah but don't worry they're a bunch of softies." He said reassuring her at her skepticism.
"If you say so." She said with a grimace
"You're an omnipresent being and you're afraid of werewolves?" He asked reaching his hand down to help her up.
"I've never really had any luck dealing with werewolves. I've had to maim more than I can count." She said with a sneer.
"Wow. Never thought that being the seer could be dangerous. Then again I never thought I would be the seer." He said pulling her up.
"Yeah that happens a lot, you get used to it." She said standing next to him.
"Okay it's just a straight path from here." He said walking again.
"Good, I've never had to walk this long nonstop in my life." She said.
He chuckled "Honestly it's not that far but it's a little tiring if you're not used to it. Here we are." He said pointing to the mouth of a cave.
"Isolated, out of the way. No wonder you choose this spot." She said eyeing it up.
"Thanks so how long is training going to last?" He asked stepping into the cave.
"About a month maybe less. It depends on how quickly you learn." She said following him inside.
"Alright let's get started then." He said after setting up a fire.
"A little eager are we. That's good, I wasn't so eager. As a result it took me two months to get the hang of it and my instructor and I didn't get along well." She said sitting down crossed legged in front of the fire.
He sat down in front of her crossed legged.
"First step, harnessing your energy, or meditating as some people call it." She said and positioned her hands the way Stiles does when he meditates.
"That's easy enough I mediate an hour every day." She cracked an eye open at that.
"Are you sure that no one ever told you about this?" She questioned with a smile on her face.
"Positive. I've heard about seers but never seen one." He said returning the smile.
"Alright enough chit chat let's get started. Now focus all your energy on connecting with the world around you. Don't worry if you don't get it on your first try. It takes practice for most." After she said that his eyes shot open and he could see a '67 black Chevy impala.
"Wow that was different." Stiles said blinking his eyes.
"Hmmm. That was quick my instructor didn't even get a hang of it that quickly and he got it fast. What did you see?" She asked looking at him.
"I saw a '67 black Chevy impala." He said blinking.
"Oh God not them again." She said with a sigh.
"Who are they?" He asked looking at her.
"The Winchesters. They bring trouble where ever they go. I knew you'd have to know about them sooner or later I just wish it was later."
"Are they that bad?" I asked quizzically.
"They're the reason I don't get along with werewolves."
"Hmmm." He said rubbing his chin.
"Don't worry you won't have problem with werewolves like I did. Especially since you're friends with them."
"Good. Oh my god!" He said standing up after he looked at his phone.
"What?" Marigold asked tilting her head.
"It's already 10:30. I have to go. The others are probably panicking."
"Oh okay well I'll see you tomorrow Stiles. Same place same time?"
"Yeah see you tomorrow Mari." He said as he ran out of the cave. He figured she was fine, she's been alive for who knows how long.
Derek had fallen asleep on the couch and Scott fell asleep in the chair. They figured Stiles would come over to his house not wanting to disturb Scott and his family even though he was supposed to be staying there. Derek woke up suddenly because he heard a noise.
He got up and looked out the window he didn't see anyone but he did smell something. He walked around the house to see if anyone came in through a window. No one came in so he went back to the front door. He stood next to the door way waiting for them to come in. The door creaked open as if they were trying not to wake the house up.
As soon as they stepped in he knocked them to the floor. They tried fighting back but apparently they didn't realize that they were dealing with an alpha. It was a tangle of limbs, each of them deflecting the others punch perfectly. This person was either naturally gifted or was one of them. But that doesn't make sense if they were one of them then they would've announced themselves. While in a daze he was rolled over and a hand at was at his throat. Okay now that was weird there's only one person that can do that and that's only if he's not focused.
"What the hell man!?" The attacker asked straddling him.
Derek tried to reply but he couldn't speak so it just came out as gasping.
He took a deep breath and said, "Stiles." He tried to get more out but that's all he managed.
"Derek?" he asked titling his head letting go of his neck. He brought his hand up to his neck and rubbed it. It had been a while since Stiles and him wrestled with each other. Working out with werewolves has really paid off for him.
"Stiles are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asked looking him over.
"Am I okay? Are you okay? I almost strangled you!" he said throwing his arms in the air.
"I don't blame you. I'm the one who attacked you." He said leaning on his elbows.
"Speaking of that why did you attack me? You should've known it was me." He said crossing his arms.
"Honestly I didn't know it was you. I smelled something but it didn't smell like you." He said looking into his eyes.
He leaned forward and their faces were just inches apart. All of a sudden the lights came on and they both looked towards the light switch where they saw Scott. "Get a room you two." He said while rubbing his face.
Stiles jumped off Derek with a sound of indignation and a "Scotty!"
"Stiles where have you been?" he asked arms crossed as if he were a parent.
"Just out walking around." He said calmly maybe a little too calmly.
"Mhmmm." Scott replied with an unimpressed look.
"Whatever, I'm not going to argue where I was. So what are you doing here?" Stiles asked crossing his arms.
"Well I figured that you wouldn't come to my house since it's so late and so the only other place you would and could go would be Derek's." He said crossing his arms leaning up against the door frame.
"Oh am I really that predictable?" Stiles asked sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
"No. It's the fact that I'm your best friend. Sometimes I think I know you better than you know yourself." He chuckled
"How much did you hear Scott?" Derek asked finally getting up.
"I heard everything. I'm a light sleeper." He replied with a shrug. "So where were you Stiles?" Scott asked
"I was walking around. I don't entirely know exactly where. The last coherent thing I remember is walking out of the hospital. Then the next thing I know I was here." He said with a shrug.
Derek listened to his heart beat to see if he was lying and there wasn't any sign that that wasn't the truth. That was wired since he isn't a great liar.
"Alright, alright enough with the interrogation. Let's all go to bed. Okay?" He said not wanting to continue this conversation.
"Yeah you're right we should all get back to bed we have a long week ahead of us." Scott said
They all headed to bed after that although he didn't think anyone would really get any good sleep tonight. Derek didn't that's for sure.
Stiles went to the bedroom he uses when he stays at Derek's. they decided to go to sleep because they need to be in top shape for the funeral plans. It was a restless sleep. He got up at 5:30 and went down stairs to make breakfast. He wasn't the first one up. He could tell that Derek wasn't in the house so he probably went for a run. Scott was still in bed but trying not to wake up.
It must have to do with his new powers. He made eggs and bacon with some orange juice.
"SCOTT!" He called "Breakfast is ready!"
Scott shuffled down the stairs a few minutes later.
"Why are you up so early?" Scott asked.
"It is 7:30 this is late for me."
"Yeah well it's a Saturday and I just figured after everything that happened yesterday you'd sleep in. How long have you been up?"
"I woke up about two hours ago. I couldn't sleep."
"Ahh so where's Derek?"
"He was gone when I got up. Probably went for a run." He said.
"That's exactly what I did. I couldn't sleep so I went for a run to clear my head." Derek said walking in.
"Oh my god Derek! Warn a guy next time." Stiles said almost dropping the food.
"Sorry." He says going to the fridge and getting a bottle of water.
"It's okay and you're just in time. I just finished making breakfast." He said putting the plates on the counter.
"Oh yay breakfast." Scott says taking a plate right away. He chuckled and grabbed his own plate. Derek did the same and they just sat in the kitchen eating in companionable silence. They finished eating and Stiles washed the dishes. He knew he was only really stalling the inevitable. He knew they had to talk about the funeral preparations at some point and was debating on whether or not to tell them about being the seer or talk about the funeral. He decided to just not tell them about being the seer just yet.
"I know this is going to be hard but how is the funeral going to be set up?" Derek asked as gingerly as he possibly could.
"Well I think my dad already had it planned out." He said rubbing his hands together.
"Do you know where he put the plans?" Derek asked trying not to upset him.
"Derek it's fine you don't have to act like I'm some fragile China doll and yes I do know where he put the plans." He said putting his hands at his sides.
"I know it's just that I don't want you to freak out or hate me." He says leaning back into the couch.
"Hate you? Derek why would you think I would hate you?" He said looking at him stalling his movements of fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
"I don't know I just don't want to say anything that would make you mad at me. I've never dealt with someone who's lost a parent. I mean I lost my whole family except for Laura and she took care of me a little bit but I was already out of high School when it happened. It wasn't until after she died that I realized how selfish I had been after the fire." Derek said looking like he was about to cry. Stiles went over and sat next to him.
"Hey Derek it's okay I never met Laura but I'm sure she knew how much you cared for her. Also don't worry you could never say anything that would make me hate you. I mean I may get upset and storm out but I could never hate you." He said putting his hand on his shoulder.
"I just feel guilty I guess. She was going through a tough time like I was but I only cared about how it made me feel." Derek said putting his face in his hands.
"Hey that was the old Derek and you can't change that. What you can do is not let yourself go back to being that Derek." He said turning his face to look at him.
"Thank you." He said rubbing his eyes.
"No problem. Now as to where the plans are they're in the top drawer of his desk at the house." He said a little nervously.
"Alright if you want I can go get them for you or I can go with you while you go in and get them."
"Yeah I'd like that." He said standing up and grabbing his keys.
Stiles and Derek got in his old beat up jeep and drove to his house. As they pulled onto his street there was a car in his driveway. Derek looked over at him with an eyebrow raised wondering if he knew who they were and by the look on his face he had his suspicions. They parked in front of his house and the two guys looked over at them.
"You must be the Winchesters." Stiles said not seeming the least bit nervous. Ever since his dad died his whole demeanor had changed.
"I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean." The tall gangly one said putting away his wallet, that had his latest alias in it, looking at Stiles as he asked, "Are you M-M-ie-"
"Stiles the name is Stiles Stilinski. So you're Johns' kids?" Stiles asked skeptically.
"Yeah that's us. We're here to talk to your dad do you know where he might be?" The shorter one, Dean, with dirty blond hair asked. Stiles grabbed onto Derek's arm when he asked that. He put a hand on his shoulder to steady him. Then glared at Dean.
"Um… yeah I-I-I do know where he is but he's not going to do much talking. The thing is he- he's dead." Stiles says with a breath.
"What do you mean he's dead?" Sam asked
"There was a case last night and he got shot. They took him to the hospital and they did everything they could but he didn't make it. I came here to get the plans he had set up for his funeral." Stiles said his hand tightening on Dereks' arm with tears in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry. I know how it feels to lose a parent." Dean says giving him a sympathetic look.
"Thank you." Was Stiles' reply. Stiles lets go of his arm and wipes his eyes. "Anyway how about we all go inside." Stiles says clasping his hands together.
They all walked inside and Stiles made some tea as they sat down in the living room waiting for him to return with the tea. Derek stood against the wall glaring at the Winchester's. Stiles came out with the tea and sat it on the coffee table. He handed a cup to Sam and Dean then gave Derek one and sat down himself with his cup of tea. "So what brings you two to our small town of Beacon Hills?" Stiles asked leaning back on the couch. They looked at each other then looked at Derek then at Stiles.
Dean cleared his throat then asked, "Is there somewhere we could talk more privately?"
Stiles looked taken aback then recovered. "I assure you that anything you have to say to me you can say to Derek too." Stiles says leaving no room for argument.
"Okay." Sam says skeptically. "Well you know who we are. So I'm guessing you also know that we're cousins considering you know our dad." Sam finished
"Correction I know of your dad. A couple years ago I found a family picture of you, your parents and my dad. Dad explained that he and your father had had a falling out the day of picture."
"Well that explains a lot." Dean said, "Do you know our line of work?" he asked raising and eyebrow.
"No I don't. Honestly I'm not even sure my dad new." Stiles says putting his cup on the table.
"Okay this is going to sound crazy but we're supernatural hunters." Sam said almost wincing for Stiles reaction.
Derek tensed up at that realizing who they are. Stiles just sat there looking at them not even phased by what Sam had said.
"You're not freaking out?" Dean asked skeptically.
"Well considering that Beacon Hills is like a supernatural hot spot I'm gonna go with no." Stiles says.
"Wait so you know about all the supernatural things?" Sam asked confused.
"Well you could say that since I've been a part of it for eight years." Stiles says nonchalantly.
"Wait you're the kid who was possessed by the Nogjitsune?" Sam asked
"Yeah not my best moment. I tried to kill all my friends but they pulled me back." Stiles says looking over at Derek. "Hey Derek why don't you come sit down? Don't be Mr. Brooding." He says gesturing for him to sit beside him. He begrudgingly obliged.
"Well I was looking in some old newspapers and saw a bunch of weird animal attacks. We were thinking they were werewolves." Sam said. Both Stiles and Derek tensed at that. So they knew about werewolves no big deal there's a lot of people who know about werewolves. The big deal was that they're hunters, not just any hunters but supernatural hunters.
To be contineed...