Stiles had woken after his five thirty sunshine test, feeling well and truly rested. Turns out he slept in till around one pm, and was greeted by Scott holding out a plate of eggs.

Ah, he thought, Food. Ok, how do I explain this one away?

"Oh, thanks man," he said, looking down at the lavish plate of eggs on toast with tomato, spinach, hash-browns and bacon. Scott must've put a lot of effort into it, so he couldn't outright ignore the food. He picked at it slightly, and talked non-stop, bringing the food up to his mouth, but never actually eating it. What made him feel worse was that he was actually starving. Just, not for eggs.

He was mid-sentence when Alison opened Scotts bedroom door.

"Aw, man. I knew you didn't make this!" Stiles said to Scott, who looked sheepishly away.

"So, you feeling better?" Alison asked, walking over to sit on the bed next to Stiles.

"Yeah, just nervous about going back to Dads. That and the fact that I can feel the bruise coming on." Alison looked at him curiously. Scott on the other hand was trying to stare Stiles out of admitting that he'd punched Stiles in the face.

"Scott, here. My best friend. Your doting boyfriend, punched me right in the face yesterday. I thought he broke my nose, blood everywhere. It wasn't pretty,"

"Scott!" Alison exclaimed. Her eyes were set to kill.

"Are you serious? You punched him in the face! What were you thinking!?" She yelled. Scott just looked dumbfounded, and kind of leaned back in his chair as if to get away from scary-angry-girlfriend.

"I'm sorryy! I, he, just turned up, alright! I didn't expect to punch him or anything!" Scott retorted. He really wasn't that good with words.

'Carry on my wayward soooon,

there'll be peace when you are dooone,

lay your heavy head to ressttttt,

don't you cry no more…'

"Oh, sorry guys. That's my phone. I better take this. I'm not finished with you yet, Scott McCall," and so Alison left, shooting Scott the evils, and Stiles a big bright smile. Scott looked at Stiles with a 'thanks for throwing me under the bus,' look, but it quickly subsided.

"She's watching Supernatural again, isn't she?" Stiles asked, knowing a change in subject was needed.

"She is seriously in love with that show. She has all this weird gay stuff on her laptop of an angel guy with some dude in an old car. It's weird,"

"Yeah, but, what can you do? It's girl stuff,"

"Guess so,"

Alison suddenly came barging back in.

Turns out she'd been staying over at Scotts place more than at her own. Stuff with her dad wasn't so great. The manic events that followed her mothers' death had kept Chris Argent sane, but, steadily, the depression that followed took over. He had quickly turned to alcohol, and hadn't stopped since. His temper was volatile, and he would often forget who Alison was. She would take refuge at Scotts, so, she felt as much at home here as she did at her own home. More so, she was beginning to realize. It would be weird having to share it with Stiles again.

"That was the pack, they're coming round. Oh, Stiles, aren't you hungry?" She finished, looking slightly downcast.

Stiles looked from his plate to Alison quickly, mimicking how he would have acted previous to his change, "ah, right… sorry Alison, it's really good, but I'm not hungry," Stiles apologized.

"I'll take it downstairs,"

"Nope, let me," Stiles butted in, and fluidly got off the bed, full plate in hand. He moved so swiftly the bed sheets barely even crinkled. Quickly, he raced down the stairs, leaving Alison and Scott to themselves.

Scott turned towards Alison, and gave her a weary smile.

"You alright?" She asked. When he smiled like that, it made all previous superficial anger leave her. It was the same smile he'd tried to pull off after Stiles disappeared. He was being her hero again. How many times did she have to tell him, she was her own hero, he didn't have to act like that.

"There's just something weird about Stiles. I don't know, since he got back, he's been different,"

"I was going to say something, but I just figured it was because he'd been kidnapped. He's also lost two months of his life. That's got to leave an effect, doesn't it?"

"That's what I thought, but, he moves differently. And he talks differently. He wears different clothes and he's just, he's not Stiles anymore…"

"I think you're both going to have to wade it out, okay? See what happens. Maybe, after a little while back at home, everything will go back to normal," she replied, taking a seat on his knee. She leaned in, and passionately kissed him. Her poor Scott, always so nervous and worried about those he loved.

Stiles returned from the kitchen, non-stop chatter about nothing really important, and together the trio waited for the pack to arrive. Scott put on some music and watched lacrosse videos on YouTube, Stiles sat talking with Alison about how school had been since he'd left. The first to come storming up the stairs was Boyd and then Erica. She practically flung herself onto Stiles, and Boyd smiled awkwardly, waiting to be able to do a man-back-pat that meant he was happy to see him.

"Who else is coming?" Stiles asked.

"Isaac, and Lydia," Erica replied quickly, sitting close to Stiles.

So, Jackson didn't come back then, Stiles thought to himself.

"It's so good to have you back, Stiles. It wasn't the same without you," Erica said, hugging him once more. Stiles couldn't help but feel somehow awkward around everyone. The relationships he'd left when he'd been turned had been the best ever, but now he was lying to all of them. His friendship with Isaac, Lydia and Erica was exactly where it needed to be. They all trusted each other. Boyd was still on the outside a little bit, but his relationship with Erica was steadily becoming like an older brother, so he and Derek had been getting along really well. Lydia was Stiles friend, Erica was his go-to person, who he could trust with anything. And he was outright lying to their faces. They had no idea that he was technically no longer even alive. That Adi was a witch. That he was a monster far worse than them.

"Stiles!" Lydia cried out, and ran towards the bed, giving Stiles a very strong, tight hug. She hadn't been able to come around the night before, as she'd been talking to the FBI about Jackson. He'd disappeared four months prior to Stiles leaving. Everyone knew it was because he'd been turned, properly. The Kanima episode and then the werewolf, well, it made him question everything about himself. He decided he needed to find his family, and everyone within the pack knew he was leaving. But, he ended up disappearing a week earlier than planned, and the places he'd said he was going to hadn't even heard of him. Lydia made a missing person's case, but it was going nowhere. She recently talked to some FBI agents who had been passing through town, 'A Mulder and Skully, if you can believe it,' Alison had said. Stiles overheard Lydia talking to Alison about them, one being tall with massive side burns, the other shorter and slightly less P.C. After Lydia got the phone call from Scott, telling her about Stiles kidnapping, she had called the agents, questioning the possibility of Jackson being kidnapped.

What Stiles didn't know was that the two FBI agents had said some things to Lydia that poked very large holes in his story. There had been no ransom note or phone call, what was the reasoning behind him being taken? And if he had been kidnapped, why couldn't he remember any of it? These points were thumping loudly at the back of Lydia's mind. Why had Stiles been kidnapped? What was the point if they didn't get something in return? And why make him forget?

Lydia decided to play it cool, act like the friend she'd been prior to his disappearance. She couldn't let him know that she was questioning his story.

Stiles attention was brought to Isaac opening Scotts door. He was dressed in all black, with his hands in his pockets. Even within the two months that he'd been gone, Isaac was still the shy, nervous guy he'd left.

"Hey Stiles," Isaac said, head tilted slightly towards the ground.

"Hey Isaac," Stiles replied with a smile. It was then that he caught a weird look shared between Alison and Lydia. Erica seemed oblivious to it, as did Scott. They were both smiling broadly, overwhelmed with their happiness at his return. Stiles decided to ignore the look. It was probably nothing… he hoped.

"So, are you going round to your Dad's then?" Boyd asked, taking a seat on the couch in Scott's room.

"Yeah, I'm going round with Adi,"

"Yeah, who is this Adi chick anyways?" Lydia asked, lips slightly pursed.

"She helped me get free. She's a friend," Stiles said shyly.

"Whoever is a friend of Stiles, is a friend of ours," Isaac said, doing his soft half smile.

"Thanks," Stiles replied quietly.

"Well, what are you going to say?" Scott asked.

"Um, I don't know. I guess I could just try to explain everything that had happened and just hope that he believes me and understands and doesn't go too insane, but I don't see that happening," Stiles rambled purposely.

"But, I mean, what else can I do, you know, jump at him out of the bushes, make him a cake that says 'I was kidnapped,'"

"About that," Lydia interrupted, "Do you know who took you, or how, or where you went?"

"I told you already, I can't remember anything," Stiles said slyly. Lydia was acting strangely. She was usually full on, and questioned everything, but this time it wasn't with curiosity; it was with an untrusting malice.

"Well, I think you should just go and talk to him," Alison said. Isaac nodded, as did Boyd.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Erica asked.

"No, I'll be fine by myself,"

"You're going with Adeleide though," Erica said.

"Yeah, because she was there. She helped me get free. I trust her guys, don't worry,"

"We'll trust her when we know her," Boyd replied. Stiles just nodded. This conversation was steadily becoming more and more tense.

"Well, ah… Have you heard from Jackson?" Stiles asked.

"Nothing, unfortunately," Lydia replied. She'd moved herself so as that she was standing next to Alison.

"Nothing from Derek, either," Lydia continued.

"Ah," Stiles replied, dropping his head. The room went silent.

"Sorry, Stiles…" Alison apologized from Lydia.

"It's fine… It's, um. Well. It still feels like only a few days ago that he left. I have to get used to the fact that it's been two months,"

Lydia slanted her eyes and Stiles, then smiled brightly. She was faking it, Stiles could tell easily.

Great. Just great.

Just then Adi decided to land on the windowsill, and look in at everyone.

Alison jumped, whereas Boyd and Scott wolfed out almost immediately. They bared their teeth at the intruder, not recognizing her.

"Woo, calm down. Guys, its just Adi!" Stiles said, jumping a little too quickly from the bed to Adi's side.

"Hello everyone," Adeleide said airily, a soft smile across her face. Her eyes were big, and she stared for a couple of seconds at everyone in the room. Lydia slit her eyes at Adi, immediately not trusting the new comer. Scott had already backed down, Boyd on the other hand kept his nails and teeth in wolf-mode, not allowing anything to happen.

"Adi, this is Lydia. You've met everyone else,"

"Ah, Lydia! I have heard so much about you!" Adi said jumping from the windowsill, and running into Lydia, giving her a massive hug.

Is Everything Alright?

Yeah, it's fine. No one is too trusting at the moment.

That'll Change.

Stiles rolled his eyes.

"So, you're both going to Stiles' place then?" Isaac asked. Adi had loosened her grip on Lydia, who, for the first time that night, was genuinely smiling. The fact that Stiles had talked about her to Adi must have put him back in her good books.

"Yeah, since Adi was actually there, I thought it would be better that she came along. You know, back up evidence and everything,"

"Yeah, sounds good," Isaac replied.

"When are you planning to go?" Erica asked, still attached to Stiles side.

"Oh, we're going in three minutes," Adi replied.

"Three minutes?" Erica asked, sharing a look with Boyd.

"Yes. Three minutes,"

"Ah, why?" Boyd asked.

"That's when Stiles' father will have finished his first glass. He will therefore be in a better mood. It's rather obvious, is it not?" Adi replied. She had no idea how uncomfortable she was making the pack. They could sense an un-stillness about her. She wasn't attached to this earth; there was something, otherworldly about her. And the Pack didn't like it. Stiles could smell the tension growing, and knew he had to leave. If it came to blows, he'd protect Adi. Not for her sake, but for the Packs. It wouldn't matter if his secret came out. It's better than Adi calling on the other dimension or whatever and causing everyone's heads to explode. He'd seen that happen before, and it wasn't pretty.

One Minute

"Ok, guys, I guess we'll be off. I'll see you all tomorrow, maybe," Stiles said, walking towards the door. Adi followed silently. The Pack chorused a goodbye, but as soon as the door was closed, they looked towards each other, unknowing of what Adi was, and whether or not to believe their pack member.

"It's Stiles, guys. He wouldn't lie to us!" Scott protested.

"You don't know that Scott," Boyd replied.

"He's been my best friend for most of my life. I think I'd know whether or not he'd lie to me,"

"If that even is Stiles," Lydia whispered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Erica half yelled. She had clenched fists, and Boyd was looking at her intensely, willing her to not start a fight.

"Did you even see him! The way he ran from the bed. He'd been weird ever since he got back. He's taller, that's for sure. There's something, off about him. He's not the Stiles we knew. We can't trust him," Lydia replied.

"Do you even hear yourselves!? He's been gone, missing, kidnapped for Christ sake, for two fucking months, and as soon as he gets back, all you do is question him, and test him, and don't trust him. And now you're saying its not even Stiles!" Erica yelled.

"We're not saying that, Erica!" Alison said.

"Butt out Argent!"

"Don't talk to Alison like that," Scott stated. There was still bad blood between Alison and Erica. The whole case of Alison shooting both Boyd and Isaac, then holding him hostage, hadn't been forgotten that easily. The Pack stopped talking, obeying their alpha.

Isaac was ever quiet in the corner of the room, whilst Scott was contemplating the evening, recalling what had happened in his head. There had been something different about Stiles. He moved different. The look in his eyes showed him contemplating his words, even though he sounded like Stiles, it was like he was trying to sound like himself. Thinking it though. That was something Stiles didn't do.

"I think we should trust him," Isaac said.

"Out of everyone, I never expected you to say that," Lydia retorted. She was being vindictive, she knew it, but she couldn't help it.

"Whatever we think or feel, he's still Stiles. If he thinks we doubt him, he'll just leave. He won't tell us anything. He might know something important about the animal attacks, or where Derek or Jackson are,"

"Why would he know that?" Boyd asked.

"His story about being kidnapped is obviously bullshit. He's been gone, and he has his reasons. If it was something so terrible that he can't even tell us the truth, well, you know Stiles. He's always trying to help. Maybe he's been blackmailed, or threatened." The Pack was silent, everyone taking in what Isaac had said. He had a point.

"I don't trust Adi. There's something not right about that girl. But, in the end, there's something not right about all of us. We can't be the first to judge her. And if Stiles trusts her, then I think we should at least try to trust her too," Isaac finished. The Pack nodded, unsure of their agreement, but knowing that what Isaac said was right.

Stiles and Adi walked slowly from Scotts house at first, but when the arguing began, and Stiles could listen in easily without meaning to, he felt his feet move faster and faster from under him. Next thing he knew he was in the Hale forest, Adi following close behind.

"Are you ok?" She asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah. I'll be fine,"

"Have you fed?"

"Not yet. I'll go before I see my Dad, alright?"

"Okay. Follow me," Adeleide said, and began to run again. Stiles followed her until they were deep in the forest. The warm summer air hung heavily in the trees, and patches of mellow soft light dotted the grass green ground. Pines, oaks and other mismatching trees surrounded them, the deeper they went, the thicker the bark and fatter the roots. Stiles, for the first time in a while, had to actually pay attention as to not fall from the twisting, overwhelming roots that covered the forest ground.

"Here we are. Home sweet home," Adi said, stopping suddenly by a tall oak tree. Branches the colour of rich soil dipped around them both, and splinters of sunlight left a pretty pattern over the thick ground. The branches lead on to a full head of leaves, which swayed ever so slightly to the movements of the wind, like a loving, sleepy dance.

Adi began to climb the tree, and Stiles following, shadowing her hand grooves and foot movements exactly. Within seconds they were sitting comfortably in a little alcove, molded by Adi's magick. The branches were turned and twisted into a type of shell, so as to protect her from the elements. Stiles once again found himself overwhelmed by her power.

Within the shell, he found Tonks, who was sleeping in a patch of light on a bed of leaves. He took a seat within the shelter, and waited while Adi whispered something to the wood. The branches beneath his feet began to twist and churn, and suddenly a table with chairs were created in front of his very eyes. A massive smile found it's way across his face.

He never knew it, but Adi prized herself in being able to create those smiles. She had found him at his worst, and had silently pledged to bring a smile to his face every time he was feeling down. She felt a sense of motherly need to protect him, to keep him from harm. She'd never tell him, though. Never.

Tonks found his way onto Stiles lap, and turned around on his thighs, finding the comfiest spot.

"I'd missed you, you old thing," Stiles said, rubbing the cat behind its ears.

It purred loudly, and rest its head on his knee. Adi looked on happily.

"So, what's the plan?" she asked, sitting down at the makeshift table and chairs.

"I have no idea. The Pack already doesn't trust me. I just don't know what to do,"

"Who cares about the Pack. We can sort that out later. We need to know what to tell your father,"

"Jesus. Why is this so hard," Stiles said, pulling his hand from Tonks to rub his forehead. The cat was quick to complain, stabbing his thigh repetitively with its sharp claws.

"Ow, okay, okay," Stiles said, and went back to patting the thin, black animal.

"A cult," Adi suddenly said, almost shouting it.

"What?"

"I was just talking to Nazgial, and they said that it could work out with you being part of a cult!"

"A cult, really?"

"Yes. It's perfect… you were kidnapped after a drunken night due to Dereks leaving. A cult member found you, and took you in. You were programmed to act like them and think like them. I was a famous journalist who found out about the cult and decided to take them down! I come storming in, but not in time to save your memories, which they wiped using some new pheromones or technologigies,"

"It began great, but ended like some sort of sci-fi movie. And you can't be a journalist,"

"Why not!'

"Ah, because you're not. And I'm Dad's the Sherriff, he'd be able to look you up,"

"Valid points," Adi replied, looking a little downcast.

"Thing is, it could work. It would explain away the who and the why. It would show why I've changed, and why there was no ransom note. Actually, Adi. It's brilliant!" Stiles said, smiling happily.

"Brilliant, now all we have to do is tell your Dad,"

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