I am a terrible person I know. I haven't updated in so long. I have my reasons, they are lengthy so I won't get into it right now. I am sorry though!

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I do not own the characters, but I do own the plot

Enjoy!

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Derek watched the boy carefully from that moment in the hospital on. He watched as Stiles struggled to walk completely straight, occasionally going blank or forgetting what he was saying. The alpha was struck with pure rage at the man who did this to the omega, his omega.

He had moved Stiles into his home with him, never wanting him anywhere near Theo Raeken. He wanted Stiles drenched in his scent, to be by his side forever however there was the whole point of the fact that while Stiles had his mark, Stiles was not his yet.

He was making breakfast early in the morning, Stiles still fast asleep in the guest room bed. He didn't think the boy would want to share a bed so he offered the guest room to be changed to Stiles' room. The boy hung posters, had his nerdy little memorabilia everywhere he could find. It pleased Derek's wolf to see the house changed to accommodate his mate. He would do anything to help Stiles feel comfortable.

Scott had been a wonderful help but it came to a day where Derek wished he would just go home, but Scott refused to budge. He was stubborn and wanted to make sure Stiles would be cared for, though it angered Derek that the other alpha didn't trust him. He wasn't one of those cruel alphas that abused and raped. He wasn't Theo.

He put the plate of bacon and eggs on a tray, then a cup of orange juice. He hoped that a healthier meal would help him heal a bit quicker. It was worth a shot at least. Scott sat up.

"Are you going to ask him about Beacon Hills?" He asked curiously, wondering when exactly Derek planned on bringing it up. It had almost been a week since Stiles was released from the hospital and the point had never been brought up.

Derek sighed. "I don't know if he's ready." He said sternly, the topic was slowly exhausting him. Scott rose a brow

"When is it going to be time Derek?" Scott cocked his head. "We need to figure out if this kid has a family or not."

"Clearly he does, otherwise that sheriff wouldn't be looking."

"Is he looking though?" Scott was grilling him at this point. He wanted to make sure that the boy wouldn't find his family and then the family turn out to be abusive.

Derek shook his head. "I doubt it at this point, but if he is, we need to contact him." He said before ending the conversation. He began his walk up the stairs to his loft where Stiles slept in the guest room, happily snoozing the day away.

He knocked gently on the door, hoping he wasn't startling the omega. He slowly opened the door, smiling when he saw the boy fast asleep. He set the tray down on the bedside table and slowly reached over, touching Stiles' shoulder.

The omega jerked up, eyes wide. He was still nervous when touched, he was always on edge save for when he was asleep, but he was a light sleeper so it seemed. Derek rose his hands to show that he meant no harm.

"I made breakfast." He said calmly, not taking the scent of anxiety to heart. His mate was scared, he had every right to be. Stiles slowly sat up, looking around nervously. The only time Theo ever made breakfast for Stiles was when there was some type of roofie in the drink and the man wanted a good fuck without a fight or the crying.

Derek sat the tray on the bed, smiling. "It's safe Stiles, I'm not going to hurt you." He swore. He would never harm his beautiful omega.

It took a moment, but Stiles slowly began to eat much to Derek's joy.

It was silent for a moment before Derek sighed. "Stiles... I need to know why you ran away. Do you have a family we need to contact?" The look of panic in Stiles' eyes made him worry. "Did your family abuse you? Did they do this to you?"

Stiles shook his head, "No... he never abused me." He said softly. "But he's not looking anymore. He thinks I'm dead." Derek listed carefully.

"Who? Your father?" Stiles nodded, this was more information than he had been expecting. "Why did you do it? Why did you run away?"

The omega leaned back, sighing and running a hand through his hair. "No one wants a fag for a kid, Derek." He explained, "A fag omega who can't even have a kid. What use am I?"

After the death of his mother, his father had hit the bottle pretty hard, sometimes Stiles felt like he was the adult more than John, but his father wasn't supportive or happy to have an omega for a kid. No one would ever be happy to have an omega.

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Derek watched the boy eat, his wolf crying out to hold him, to protect him from everything bad that could ever come near his Stiles. No, not his yet. He ran a tired hand over his face.

"Why do you think he stopped looking?" He asked, Stiles turned to stare at him.
"Why would he try? He didn't want me." He said. "If he did, why didn't he help when they were beating the shit out of me, huh?" The sheriff had known, but he didn't do anything. He was too busy working or drinking his life away because of the death of his wife. Derek nodded.

He leaned forward, looking at the omega. "You are wanted." He said. "I want you." Stiles blushed. "You have a nasty past, Stiles, but I want your future, I want all of you."

A romantic as fuck statement but Stiles wasn't exactly ready for it. He wasn't ready to be the man's omega or love yet.

Stiles sat up, sighing a bit. "It doesn't matter. It's the past." He said absentmindedly, trying to change the subject. He had no interest in finding his family. His father had been a good man, but he was absent and not exactly a useful father. A good sheriff, not a good father. Derek nodded.

"Well, why don't you finish eating? We can figure out what you'd like to do today, alright?" He asked kindly. Stiles didn't respond but continued to eat.

Derek left in silence, letting Stiles finish eating before the omega went to the shower. Derek sighed. He cared a lot for the boy, his wolf was in love with the omega and wanted to claim him at the soonest possibility but Stiles was still untrusting.

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Stiles enjoyed taking long showers, so Derek knew he had some time. He told Scott what he had found out before heading over to his computer, flipping the laptop open and searching the Beacon Hills news for any leads he could use to find this Sheriff. He didn't know if he was doing the right thing here but searching for Stiles' family seemed like the right thing to do at the moment.

He looked through every major news story that he could find, just things about deaths in the forest and how they believed it was rouge beta wolves to blame. He knew it probably was, or just some extremists against the wolves framing them.

Finally he clicked on a news story that seemed to hold some promise. The headline was glaring, forcing Derek to read
"SHERIFF'S SON STILL MISSING"

He looked through the article, mostly it was about how the boy was missing, and how no one could figure out where he would have gone. An unmated omega who would hit heat soon. There was a large reward posted on the page and the phone number for the Beacon Hills Police Department if anyone found any tips.

He looked at the phone number as it glared at him, he knew he shouldn't call, Stiles had asked him not to... but the father had no closure, he just thought his son, his Genim, was dead. He didn't fully know the relationship the father and son had, but he knew that no parent should stay up at night wondering if their child was alive.

He took a breath before dialing the number in his cellphone, knowing Stiles would take his sweet time in the shower.

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Theo Raeken saw red.

He came back from the bar to find his omega gone, all the boy's clothes and things were gone. He called Stiles six or seven times before he threw his phone, letting the miserable object shatter against the wall. Where the fuck was his omega?!

Theo went to the bathroom, kicking away the shattered glass that he had broken with Stiles' head. He snorted a line, letting out a deep breath. How dare that little bitch run away. After all Theo had done for him Stiles should be a bit more thankful. He had taken the boy in when he ran away. He gave him a way to make good money, he was good to the boy!

He could feel his heart start to quicken up and he knew he had to find a way to get that boy back. Stiles had nothing without him. Stiles was nothing without him.

He grabbed his shattered phone and typed out a text going to Stiles' phone.

"I'm coming for you."

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Derek waited for what seemed like an eternity, the phone busy ringing and he hoped that the police department's phone number hadn't changed in all these years. He let out a sigh of relief when someone answered.

"Beacon Hills Police Department. What is your emergency?" The woman asked, she sounded young.

He leaned back. "My name is Derek Hale, I am looking for a Sheriff John Stilinski?" He asked, trying to sound professional and not like this was scary as hell to him. He hadn't expected all for this mystery to happen when he met the omega. The woman listened carefully.

"Sheriff Stilinski is out at the moment, can I take a message or I can direct you to Deputy Parrish?" She offered.
"A message please. I am calling in regards to John's son, Genim?" He asked. He could hear her breath hitch.

"I'm sorry sir, but Genim isn't here any longer, he passed away a few years back."

He ran a tired hand through his hair. "I see." he said,. "Well, can you tell him that I need to speak with him about Genim? It is a matter of urgency." he explained. How could he just drop a bomb like this on the heartbroken father?

The woman nodded, "Yes sir, I will tell him when he gets back from lunch." She explained. Lydia Martin had a few prank callers about Genim when she first started here her senior year of high school, but everyone knew that Genim had died.

Derek hung up after a quick thank you. He let out a breath of air he didn't know he had been holding in. He hoped he did the right thing.

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John Stilinsk had seen some shit in his day. He had seen dead bodies and car wreaks, coke-d up drug dealers and even a man convicted of child pornography but none of that wild shit mattered when Lydia Martin, the secretary at his police station, called him.

"Hey Lydia." He said, exhausted from a long day, a long year, a long life. He had lost his wife to a sick disease, and not six years later, he lost his son. No one knew what happened to his Genim except they found his old jeep crashed in a river with no sight of his child. Everyone assumed animals had eaten the body but they found no possible remains or leads to what had happened.

His baby had been sixteen when he vanished, his clothes and books still in his bedroom, wating for him to come home. John had no idea what had happened to his son or what had become of him if he was still alive though everyone told him it was a long shot.

"Hey John," Lydia said, her bell-like voice cheerful as usual bit with a hint of sadness. "You got a phone call from someone named Hale? He said it was urgent." She said.

"What about?" John asked, leaning back in his patrol car as he took a sip of his iced tea.

Lydia sighed. "John it's about Genim. He said he knew something."

John sat up quickly, almost dropping his tea. "What is his number?" He asked quickly. He didn't care if this was another idiot looking for the reward money almost four years after he had offered it. This was a bit of hope.
"John I-" She tried to stop him.

"Number. Now." He demanded, starting his card up to ward off the cold.

She sent him the number over a text message, hoping that finally he wound get closure.

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John waited as the phone rang, shaking as he did. His heart was beating quickly, his hands shaking as he held the small device in his hands.

"Hello?" the rugged voice asked, the man sounded like he was older than Genim.

"Hi, is this Hale?!" John asked quickly. "My name is John Stilinski."

He could hear the sound of a chair moving, like the man was sitting up. "I'm glad you called back, Sheriff, I have information for you."

"If its about the reward money, I don't care. I'll give it to you! Just... tell me..."

He heard the man laugh. "I don't want the money, Sheriff. I called because I thought there was something you'd like to know."

John waited in silence before the softest, most beautiful sound came from the other line. He heard the voice in the background.
"Derek?"

He stopped breathing. He knew that voice better than he knew his own. He hadn't heard that beautiful, perfect voice in so long. He broke down, sobbing in his car.

Genim was alive.

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Shorter chapter than usual, but I'm kind of busy with school. I promise I'll work harder on updating!

I decided not to have an abusive dad, just an absent one.

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Until Next time!

~Myth