There were few times when Stiles regretted ever dragging Scott out into the middle of the woods to look for a body subsequently having Scott get bit by a deranged Alpha. For the most part he tried to focus on the good things having a werewolf friend had brought him like somewhat popularity, new friendships, and a bit of adventure into his life. The many near-death experiences he had since Scott became a werewolf was just one of the few pesky negative consequences he had to deal with and Stiles usually didn't mind that much. However, tonight Stiles did regret taking Scott out causing him to get bitten, he also was becoming closer to regretting going through the whole ritual that saved his father that also made Beacon Hills a sort of supernatural beacon again.

Because contrary to what Harry Potter taught him, witches were truly annoying and awful and Stiles hated them.

It was bad enough that Stiles had a terrible day at school. He failed one his tests and ended up getting a detention for falling asleep in class. To make matters worse on his way home his usually faithful Jeep got a flat tire. When he finally got home he saw he had some urgent messages from Scott and Isaac which he was going to ignore but then he noticed Derek texted him too and Derek never texts him so he knew it must be important.

And it was. They had been trying to figure out where some of the weird anomalies that the town was experiencing was coming from and they apparently tracked it down to a group of witches that had been making residence in Beacon Hills. The Pack had decided to check it out, a plan that Stiles thought couldn't hurt, he was wrong.

The witches were pissed off when ball of sunshine Scott went to go talk to them. A fight ensued and now Stiles found himself running through the woods away from one of them. He somehow managed to get lost from the rest of the pack and so he thought it would be best to try to find them again. He knew that the witch was right on his heels but he kept running, he didn't really have any other options. She was constantly throwing spells at him. Blue sparks of light radiated all around him nearly missing him one or two times.

It wasn't until Stiles tripped over what he guessed was a root of a tree that the witch caught up to him. She was pretty, he would give her that, and she had long auburn hair and blazing green eyes. Stiles vaguely thought that if this was the last thing saw he could do a hell of a lot worse. He watched as she muttered something in Latin and raised her long pale arms. A flash of green-blue light appeared and the last thing he saw was a werewolf attacking her.

Then everything went black.

Stiles was nudged not so softly awake. He was still lying in the woods and he felt really sore. It took a few seconds but his eyes eventually adjusted to the light. It looked like it was early morning but he didn't know for sure. What he did know was that there was a cute teenage boy he didn't recognize standing above him looking annoyed but with a hint of curiosity.

"If you keep staring I'm going to have to start charging you." The boy said with a smug smile. He found himself being slightly irritated by the teen's remark. His body hurt all over and he didn't really want to move but he knew he had to.

He finally sat up and looked at the teen once again. He had dark brown hair and the bluest eyes that Stiles has ever seen. "Well nothing is keeping you from leaving so why don't you just go run along." Stiles grumbled, not dealing with the pain he was experiencing well and wanting to take it out on something or someone.

The teen seemed to ignore the irritation, "Do you like sleeping on the ground out here? Or did something happen?"

"I actually love sleeping on the ground. It does wonders for my back." Stiles replied with as much sarcasm as he could muster. He finally stood up, finding that the other teen was a few inches taller than him. He tried to start walking away and found that he was limping a little bit in his right leg. "Look, I got to go find my friends. Thanks for waking me up."

As he tried to brush past the other teen he felt a hand on his shoulder stopping him. "What friends? Derek?"

Well that got his attention. Stiles' eyes widened a bit in surprise at the mention of the Hale. "How do you know Derek?"

With a shrug and a small smile, "He's my nephew."

If it wasn't for the hand that was still on Stiles' shoulder he probably would have fainted. This could not be happening. "Please tell me that Derek has two uncles."

At this the other teen looked mildly confused but seemed to have let it go easy enough. "Nope. Unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it, I am his only uncle. Peter Hale." He held out his hand for Stiles to shake but Stiles was too shocked to do anything but gape at the supposed Hale so Peter let his hand drop back to his side.

A few seconds passed until Stiles found his ability to speak again, "This is going to sound odd but you're probably used to weird shit happening all the time. What year is it?"

Peter's eyes narrowed at Stiles' hint that not all was as it appeared and that supernatural hijinks was a part of life at the Hale house but he answered anyways. "1999."

This just confirmed what Stiles thought happened. He felt like he wanted to scream out of frustration. Instead he just said, "I really hate witches."

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A/N: So there's that. Idk I've had this idea so I thought why not. Longer chapters to come but tonight I am super tired and just wanted to write a short chap 1. Hope you all like it.