Oh my god ! You're all amazing people ! I had great return for the prologue, I'm very happy that people liked it and encouraged me to continue this story, that means a lot to me.

I really hope that you'll love this chapter as well. I wasn't sure if I should make it longer but the moment I ended it make sens to me so, I hope it's ok.

This chapter is unbeta'ed as well, and i wrote it at 2AM, so if you see mistakes, please tell me. I repeat, English is not my first language so I know I'll do some , hopefully not too much. I want you to enjoy the story, not becoming blind.

Here come the chapter :)


Stiles had to wait almost five years before his memories of his angel's life came back to him, and with it, his powers. He realized then that during the fall, well the rise actually, he was in the Underworld so he rose from it to earth, but anyway, during the rise, he lost his sword. His beautiful and powerful sword, the gift of an archangel thousands of years ago, lost somewhere on human lands. No humans could use it; obviously, any man who would try will simply burn from the inside out. But the sword was a symbol of Stiles power, and with it gone and him being bond to a human body, his powers were fairly diminished.

He was still an angel, and with that, could still raise hell on humans with the powers he still had, but against other supernatural creatures, he would have to struggle to defend his life a little more.

Fortunately, when his memories came back he realized how lucky he was, and didn't find any reason to obliterate his family, actually, the five years of his life as a pure human boy created a strong bond to his humans parents.

The Stilinskis was an incredible family, always patient and loving toward Wlodzislaw, even when he acted hyper with all the energy stocked into his body, energy he understood now was his angel part needing some release and freedom into his own body.

Now that Stiles was, well, Stiles again, he could appreciate even more the family where he fell, and couldn't stop the sadness that without his presence, this family would have lost the baby. It's this sadness who brought Stiles to swear to himself to be the best son he could be to his parents, and be a perfect model of human being, even though he wasn't even human.

This oath to himself was quite a big deal for Stiles, you see, he's always been fascinated by humans, but he never really liked them, a very few of angels liked humans actually, it was more like someone watching hives or ants living and being fascinated by the brevity of human life while those same human tried to raise the most magnificent things possible in the less of time. But Stiles truly loved his parents, and that's why it totally destroyed him when he learned that his mother, Claudia, was sick.

It was quite a shocker that Stiles didn't see that coming, prophesy wasn't his thing but most angel can feel disease, can feel the body dying slowly, and most of them can heal a wounded or dying body. Except, his mother illness was about her minds, her brain was still a part of her body and thus could be cure, but her mind was slowly drifting apart and it wasn't in the realm of Stiles power to cure her, maybe if he had all his powers or if his mother suddenly sacrifice herself for somebody or something, the sacrificed being Stiles prerogative, but nothing alike happened to Claudia.

One thing came from all this experience though, he learned that humans could see what he really was in some particular situation, things he only heard about centuries ago were finally proven to him, and fortunately his family didn't pay attention to the supernatural at the time.

His mother had just been admitted at the hospital, every doctors or nurses going to see Claudia had a grim expression which were too well read by Stiles, nobody in the hospital were confidant about Claudia's chances. He thought someday to use some of his powers to try to reach other supernatural creature to come to Beacon Hills but a few days ago he was met with the sight of some hunters girl in the city and most of creature Stiles could summon and bend to his will would be on the hunter list of thing to put down on sight.

Stiles was alone with his mother most of the time, his father being half on the way to being Sheriff, the election being the following month, had a lot to do and couldn't bear to see his wife in this state during long period of time. His mother was asleep when he wandered in the halls of the hospital, letting his feet caring him away from the sadness of Claudia's room where a feeling of death was starting to grow. Stiles came upon the ER and kept walking, coming to the aftercare room where people were staying after a heavy surgery. Stiles always was a curious angel, but being human only made his curiosity grow, that's why he raised his hand to the handle and opened the door of the service. His little feet carried him across the halls before he came head to thigh with a man standing with a pair of crutches, he raised his head and met the wide and panicked eyes of the man.

"What… what… " stuttered the man, taking a step away from the angel, letting one of his crutches fall, "What are you?" he blurted suddenly, his eyes frantically roaming the child form.

Stiles take a step away from the man, raising his left hand in front of him like a shield to the man apparent madness.

"Are they… Are they wings? Why do you have wings? What is it? Am I dying? Are you the angel of death?"

The man's breath started to come short and erratic, his hand crushing his patient scrub on his heart level. Stiles looked the man, frozen on his spot, unable to stop staring to this human who could see his true self behind the boy body he wore. That's when he remembered the old tale said by other angels.

The world of mankind and the supernatural world were only separated by a thin veil, most of creature had true human form, like werewolves, vampires, succubus and a lot more, but others needed human vessel, even if they were bind to it, like angels, astral creatures, djinns, some fairies and others. But the veil could be bent or became thinner for some people. You see, when someone die, the veil just stop acting for him, why stopping him to see the true state of the world if this person is dead? That's why people who died and had some times as a spirit, a thing that not every human could become; the people could be able to see through the veil once came back from the death. This was a short thing, only a couple of days before the veil started to work on the person once more. But it was enough time for them to see something they shouldn't witness.

And in a hospital, how many people died each day? How many of them came back thanks to human technology? And how many of them became a spirit even for only five seconds before coming back with this particular ability?

While the man continued to scream bloody murder in the hall, alerting every nurses of the area, Stiles ran as fast as his short leg could lead him, boosting them with some angel's magic, and burst on the other side of the aftercare door a few seconds after. He only slightly slowed his running before coming back to his mother room, which he didn't leave not even once every time he came back to the hospital.

As an angel, Stiles always was fascinated by the fact of loss, angels and God being immortals, the only dead angels that Stiles knew were the one who died during the angel war, and even the loss of all those angels never phased him, angels weren't particularly sentimental, most of them didn't really have any emotions actually, most like good little soldier, listening to their superiors and generals.

But as an angel-human bound to this family, the loss of his mother, a thing he never experienced as an angel, was unbearable.

John Stilinski was on the field when the machines working on Claudia became crazy and bipping quickly, alerting the staff of an emergency in Claudia's room. She died for almost three agonizing minutes, before her heart started again. The adrenaline pumped in her body saved her from the unconsciousness she should suffer after such a trauma. The doctor exchange a long and sad glance with one of the nurse before putting his hand on Stiles' shoulder, who was until now waiting in one of the corner of the room for everything to settle down.

He finally came back to his mom side, watching her turning her head toward him, her eyes going wide before getting her soft usual look she reserved to her son.

"I always knew you were an angel Wlodzislaw, my little angel… Come here with me please…"

Stiles realized that after being dead for a little while, she was able, just like the man weeks before, to see his true self, but instead of screaming like a lunatic, she only accepted it like she always knew what her son was, maybe it was because of her tiredness, maybe not, anyhow Stiles blessed this fact. He slowly climbed on her bed and settle on her side, his head tuck under her chin.

She raised her hand to pet his hair, while she started singing a polish lullaby. Stiles could feel the tiredness settle in his mother body, her voice low and light like a feather. He felt the presence of death growing in the room, after weeks of presence it was now almost suffocating the angel. He closed his eyes tight, listening to his mother singing, before she stopped progressively.

"Hey, looks at me honey" she told him.

The boy closed his eyes tighter for a second before turning his head and to open them to see his mother soft gaze on him.

"You're gonna be ok, you and your dad. You're gonna be his angel, just like you where mine." Her gaze was locked on his wings bound to one another in his back, tiedto his body and thus unable to spread. She was seeing his true self, his true body bound to this boy's.

"I'm sorry mom…" he whispered in return.

"For what sweetie?"

"To not be able to heal you, I'm so sorry…" he sobs, his head going on her chest, a single tear escaping his eye.

"It's ok, don't worry about it." She smiled at his hided head, before closing her eyes and resting her head on the hospital pillow. "It's ok" she whispered.

Stiles was the only one in the room when the machine went off because her heart stopped once more. And even the advanced technology of mankind didn't bring her back this time.

His dad arrived to the hospital twenty minutes after his wife death. He squeezed his son against his chest for a long while; both of them in Claudia's room, her body had been displaced after John had let them take her away. For now, John was sobbing soundly against his son, his tears running away and falling on Stiles neck while his head was tucked in his father throat. Stiles didn't let a single tear dropped in front of his father this day. John put that on the fact that a nine years old Stiles didn't really understand what was happening, the truth was that Stiles was still processing the fact that he let even one tear already drop, a thing that he never did in thousands of years of existence. The bond created between him and his parents was something he never anticipated, and it was giving him the all human experience, even if he was in a situation he never asked to experience.

After a lot of time, John let finally Stiles go, and he went to the doctor in charge of his wife body to make some arrangements. That's when Stiles met his first friend, Scott.

The other boy was on a bench in front of the nurse station, his shaggy hair flopping around his head while he was playing on his portable console. Stiles went to seat on the place next to the boy to wait for his father when the boy turned toward him:

"Hi! I'm Scott!"

"I'm Wlodzislaw!"

The boy opened wide eyes to Stiles' words. Stiles never had difficulties with his name, his mother and father didn't have any either, but a lot of people never even tried to say his name and the few who actually did try rarely said it correctly. His both parents were from Slavic families and Stiles being an angel, language never was an issue for him.

"You can call me Stiles if you want" he finally reassured the nearly panicked boy.

A huge grin nearly split Scott's face in two, before he asked the angel if he play any video games. A long conversation about it began between the two boys, they realized then that they weren't on the same school, Beacon Hills having two elementary school. Their parents found them while they were talking. John smiled tightly to Scott's mother who just got out of service.

"Hi Deputy Stilinski, I'm Scott's mother, Melissa McCall" she presented herself with a soft smile even if he already met her when she was in Claudia's service.

"Hi, I'm the father of the little troublemaker he's talking to"

She let a little laugh escape before walking toward the two boys sitting on the bench.

"Hey boys, what are you doing?"

"Stiles is telling me that Batman is better than Superman! But I think Superman is better than Batman," he answered before turning to the other boy "I could show you my figurines of Superman if you want"

"Yeah, that'd be awesome!"

"You could come eat tonight at my house! " almost shrieked Scott, "Mom, can Stiles come eat at our place tonight, puh-leaaaaaase" begged the young boy, letting his big eyes shinned toward his mother, puppy eyes in full force.

"I don't know Scott, you should ask his father, not me" she answered softly to her son.

The two boys turned their head toward John, eyes pleading.

"Ok, but not too long, Wlodzislaw, you need to rest too, the day's been stressful…"

The boys screamed together before talking about all the games they could play at Scott's.

Melissa turned toward the deputy:

"Are you sure? I mean, you could come another day, I know that today isn't an easy day for any of you"

"Wlodzislaw needs the distraction; it would do some good to him. I don't want him to be alone right now"

"Neither should you…" she trailed off "… So his name isn't Stiles? I thought that what he said to Scott?"

"No, his true name is Wlodzislaw, but only the close family is really able to say it without any mistake, so he called himself Stiles for the ones who can't say his name properly."

"It's an interesting nickname"

The adults turned once again toward the two boys before leaving the hospital, the four of them. It was the last time that Stiles went into a hospital for seven years. Before even more things went to shit.


Still here? Not too disappointed I hope. I ended the chapter before the diner at the McCall's place because I see this chapter as a "Meet Stiles and his new life as a human" and the next part will be more "Meet Stiles and Scott : the friendship" or something along those lines.

Not too much mistakes I hope, if you see anything tell me, I want the reading to be a smooth as possible, same if something is confusing, I know I tend to do long sentences, I don't know if it's because of my first language or not.

The next chapter will be up as soon as possible.

In the meantime : May the the odds be ever in your favor !