Chapter Four: Scott POV

We all woke up, lying on the ground where we had been before.

The weird memory ball was gone and Stiles looked a bit less dopey than he had before- though he did look way more confused.

"Stiles?" I asked, crawling over to where he was and placing my hand on his shoulder. I was worried- what if the memories had stuffed him up? I mean he was still lacking heaps. That was only 1 out of 7 of the orbs that we needed to collect to get him back to himself.

"Scott." Stiles said, looking at me dazedly. He knew my name!

"Yeah buddy, It's Scott." I said, relief flashing over me as the rest of the pack crawled over to join in on examining Stiles.

"Scott." He repeated looking at me. "Scott Scott Scott Scott Scott!" He said- growing happier and happier by the second.

"Umm…" I said, looking around at the others for some help with this.

"I think we should take him to his house, see what he remembers- his dad's away at a Policing Conference in LA right?" Allison suggested- God she's so smart, and beautiful.

"That sounds good, Scott, Allison and Erica, we'll take Stiles in my car again- it'll be easier if we run back to the cars this time." Derek said.

"Yeah…running sounds good and all. But what about the NOT werewolves?" Lydia snarked, her body language going what Stiles called "The ultimate S.A.S.S mode".

"Jackson can carry you. Scott can carry Allison and I'll carry Stiles." Derek said, completely straight faced- like he wasn't just asking for an excuse to touch my best bud, and by the way the rest of the pack snorted- they totally agreed with me.

"Ready to go?" I asked Allison, holding out my arms so she could jump on my back.

"You better not drop me."


By the time we got to the cars Allison was about ready to throw up.

"Never again." She said, and to her right I saw Lydia nodding in agreement, standing shakily on her knees.

Stiles though, was bouncing with energy and trying to climb back onto Derek for another go- like he was a joy ride or something- Derek must have liked that.

"C'mon Stiles." I said, leading him by his hand to the Camero.

"Scott!" Stiles agreed, following eagerly.


When we got to the Stilinski house, I unlocked the door using the hidden key under a fake, decorative rock. Stiles had shown me where it was in first grade- trusting me enough since we were best buds. Which is pretty fair since in seventh grade he had his own key made for our door.

"Okay Stiles." Allison said gently, once we had herded him through the front door and onto the living room couch, "What do you know?"

Stiles looked puzzled by the questions and for a few seconds, just stared around at us with a scrunched up face like he was thinking really hard.

Then he pointed at me. "You Scott McCall, best bud!" He said, kind of like a child just learning to speak would- and I guess he kind of was learning to speak at that point.

"Me Stiles Stilinski, BATMAN!" He said, tapping himself on the chest and grinning brightly. Erica snorted and Isaac burst out laughing.

"Very good honey, anything else?" Allison asked calmly.

Stiles thought for a second, then got up and moved towards a shelf at the front of the room.

He took out a picture frame and showed it to us. It was a picture taken, probably when Stiles was about eight, he was at the park with his mum and the Sheriff and they looked like a true, happy family.

"Me." He said, tapping his face in the middle.

"Dad." He said, tapping his dad's face off to the left.

"Mum." He said, tapping his mother's face last.

"Any more?" asked Allison.

"Sherrif?" Stiles asked, turning to me and tapping his father's face. I nodded enthusiastically.

"Gone?" he asked sadly, pointing to his mother.

I looked around at the others. Allison smiled at me for moral support and Isaac nodded the go-ahead.

"Yeah buddy, she's gone." I said, patting Stiles' shoulder. He nodded sadly, like he'd known it was coming.

We herded him back to the couch, and sat, making a circle around him, Peter though- the creep, he stood in the doorway and watched us, like he had been ever since this whole thing started.

"We're gonna get your memories back okay Stiles?" I said, looking into Stiles' eyes and gripping his shoulders tightly.

"Don..understand." Stiles said, scrunching up his face and looking around the room.

"I don't think he remembers that he can't remember." Isaac said sadly.

"You know, Stiles would have made a Doctor Who reference to that." Lydia said- and we all laughed.

The next time it happened was a couple of hours later. We were all sitting around, talking about what we were gonna do- when suddenly Stiles stood bolt upright and started walking like he was in a trance.

We all looked at eachother- made a silent agreement and then followed.


"Oh you've got to be kidding" moaned Jackson as we followed Stiles into the public Library.

"What afraid you might actually learn something?" Erica asked, grinning at him.

"No. What if someone sees us?" Jackson retorted, glaring at his fellow blonde.

"We'll just take the chance, now shut up and come one." Derek commanded, and we followed Stiles through the Library.

It was in the Old Western section thank the GODS! No-one ever goes looking there. In fact most of the kids in high school call it the 'makeout' corner, specifically because it was the most secluded part of the library besides the botany section.

"This one's even bigger!" Boyd exclaimed as Stiles held it out to us, and it was true, the thing was the size of a freaking beach ball- how the hell had no-one noticed it yet?

"Let's get this over with." Jackson moaned, putting his hand on the memory beach-ball thing. We all took his lead, and then were plunged into darkness.

It was the same as last time- we found ourselves completely out of our bodies and in one of Stiles' memories.

Stiles' Dad was on the couch, a pillow under his head, a blanket around his body and a bottle of JD in his hand. Well this probably wasn't going to be a pleasant memory. Shit.

"Dad?" Stiles asked from the doorway to the living room as he slowly made his way over to kneel by the couch and his dad's side.

"What are you doing out of bed?" Stiles asked, frowning and pulling the alcohol away from his obviously drunk father.

"I just-I just couldn't son." His dad was saying, closing his eyes and laying down his head, "Not tonight. I couldn't sleep in that room, our room- knowing when I wake up she won't be there."

Oh. Well this must've sucked for Stiles and I swear to God if I hadn't just been a mind then, I would've gone over and hugged the Hell out of him.

"I understand dad- believe me I do. Just rest okay- I'll see you in the morning when you have your whopper of a hangover." Stiles said, resting his hand on his father's head and running it through his hair lovingly.

"I love you son."

"I love you too dad."

"I'm sorry she's gone."

"I'm sorry too."

The memory changed.

It was night time and the streets were alive with kids in all sorts of silly costumes.

Oh, Halloween.

Which one was Stiles?

Oh wait- I found him- he was the small one- maybe six or seven, wearing a Batman costume (of-freaking-course) and running around like he was on the biggest sugar high ever- which he probably was.

He was breaking away from the crowd of kids and parents though, running as fast as he could and laughing hysterically.

He just kept running and running and running.

Stiles used to do that as a kid- run off on his own- it was an ADHD thing and it annoyed the shit out of his parents, especially when he got lost.

Which is exactly what he was now by the look of the tears forming in his little eyes as he looked around the deserted, dimly lit street he found himself on.

Stiles. Stiles. Stiles. Oh my God.

He looked around in confusion, his tears building and his breath coming quick, starting to build into full on sobs.

"Hey!" came a voice from across the street- a familiar one.

"Hey. Are you alright?" and holy shit it was Derek. He was running over to Stiles with a concerned look on his face- which I should mention was completely stubbles, 'cause he was a freaking TWEEN!

Stiles just shook his head and cried harder.

"Where's your mum and dad?" asked Derek, kneeling down to look Stiles in the eye and hold his shaking sholders.

Stiles just shook his little cowled head again.

"Are you lost?" Derek guessed.

Stiles nodded.

"Do you know where you last saw your parent's?" Derek asked, standing up and holding Stiles' hand in his.

"I don know where my mama is, but daddy's at home!" Stiles said- he'd stopped crying and was looking at Derek.

"Can you tell me where you live then Batman?" Derek asked, smiling down at Stiles.

"Batman lives in Gotham! But I live in the Sheriff's house! Do you know where that is?" Stiles asked Derek, bouncing up and down.

Derek nodded, picked Stiles up and swung him up on his back in a piggy back. Stiles giggled and clutched at Derek's neck.

"Does this mean we get married now?" Stiles asked- and what the serious fuck?

"What? Why would that be?" asked Derek- confusion written all over his face.

"'Cause in the movie the person always ends up with the one who rescues them!" Stiles states in all seriousness.

"Don't think it works that way kid- besides I don't even know your name." Derek said, chuckling to himself.

"My name is Stiles Stilinski and I am the bestest Batman and husband you'll ever have and don't you forget it!"

The hilarious scene changed and nooo! I wanna see more of that one!

Derek and Stiles were in the Jeep and Stiles was driving…they were both dripping wet and Stiles was wearing his lacrosse uniform.

It must've been the night they both got stuck in the pool for hours and Stiles offered to give Derek a ride home…I'd always wondered how that had gone down.

Derek was fiddling with the radio when suddenly Stiles leaned over and slapped his hand away. Derek looked seriously affronted by this- not every day someone does that to the Alpha- then again not everyone's Stiles.

Stiles started fiddling with the iPod dock until he found what he was looking for and shouted in triumph.

When he clicked play a familiar tune filled the air and- no, oh NO WAAAAY!

"No. Turn that off right now." Derek said, as I had expected him to.

"Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." Stiles claimed- and really? Quoting Supernatural Stiles, to Derek no less?

Just then the lyrics started.

"Dark in the city night is a wire-"

"Stiles no."

"Steam in the subway earth is afire-"

"Seriously, stop."
"Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo-
Woman you want me give me a sign
And catch my breathing even closer behind
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo"
"Stiles I will not hesitate to kill you!"
"In touch with the ground-"

"STILE-"
"I'm on the hunt I'm after you-"

"No. Seriously, Enough."
"Smell like I sound I'm lost in a crowd.
And I'm hungry like the wolf!"

Derek smashed the iPod in his fist.

That was…yeah…the memory shifted.

They were in one of the rooms in the hospital and Stiles was being pushed up against a bunch of cabinets by Chris Argent and HEY THAT'S MY FRIEND LET GO OF HIM YOU FREAK!

"Let me ask you a question Stiles!" Mr Argent yells into Stiles face, "Have you ever seen a rabid dog?!" He asked.

"No. I could put it on my to-do list if you just let me go." Stiles responded, breathing heavily.

"Well I have and the only thing ive ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you wanna know what happened?" Mr Argent asked Stiles

"Not really. No offence to your story- telling skills" Oh my God Stiles.

"He tried to kill me" Mr Argent said, ignoring Stiles, "And I was forced to put a bullet In. His. Head. The whole while did he lay there dying and he was still trying to claw his way towards me. Still trying to kill me- like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?"

Stiles shook his head, "No." he lied "and it sounds like you need to be a little more selective of-" Mr Argent Smashed his hands either side of Stiles' face- effectively shutting him up.

"DID SCOTT TRY TO KILL YOU ON THE FULL MOON!?" Mr Argent Demanded/Asked, "Did you have to lock him up!?"

"Yeah I did!" Stiles responded.

"I had to handcuff him to a radiator," Oh God that wasn't a fun memory, "Would you prefer I locked him in the basement and burn the whole house down around him!?" Shit, Stiles was getting angry.

Mr Argent stopped and smiled. "I hate to dispel a popular rumour Stiles, but we never did that."

"Oh, right. Derek said you guys had a code. I guess no-one ever breaks it." Well shit.

"Never."

"What if someone does?" Mr Argent looked taken aback at that.

"Someone like who?" He asked Stiles.

"Your sister." HOLY SHIIIIIIIIT! I mean I've always hated her and stuff but HOOOLLLY SHIIIIT.

The memory changed.

"Who's car is this?" Stiles asked Peter- and wait- PETER?

"Belonged to my nurse." Peter responded

"What happened to your nur-"Peter opens the boot, showing the dead body of said nurse…eww "Oh MY GOD!"

Peter takes out a bag from the dead woman's arms, hands it to Stiles, who looks kind of disturbed and shocked, looked from Stiles, to the Nurse and said "I got better."

Stiles gave Peter a 'WTF' look at that.

Peter closed the boot, unzipped the bag and took out a laptop- (hey that was MY laptop!) setting it out on top of the car.

"Good luck getting a signal down here." Stiles muttered.

Peter handed Stiles a black portable wifi modem.

"Oh Wifi." Stiles muttered.

"And you're a Mac guy." He said looking at the laptop Peter was opening, "Does that go for all werewolves or just a personal preference?"

Peter gave Stiles a 'shut the fuck up' look.

"Turn it on, get connected." He said.

"Really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here." Stiles muttered to himself, fiddling with the Wifi.

"Look, you still need Scott's username AND password and I'm sorry but I don't them" Stiles lied.

"You know both of them." Aaaand that plan went down the drain.

"No. I don't" He insisted.

"Even If I couldn't hear your heart beat. I would still be able to tell that you're lying." Peter said.

"Dude, I swear to God-"and Peter cut him off, smashing his face into the car. Okay I was going to have serious words with that guy.

"I can be very Persuasive Stiles," new level of creepy: established, "Don't make me persuade you."

He let Stiles go and pushed him back to the laptop.

Stiles reluctantly started typing.

"What happens after you find Derek?" Stiles asked.

"Don't think Stiles! Type." Peter snarked.

"You're gonna kill people aren't you?" Stiles asked sadly.

"Only the responsible ones."

"Look if I do this- you have to promise to leave Scott out of it." And aww Stiles!

"Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favourite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone- I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them." Fuck you Peter.

"He's not gonna help you." Stiles said.

"Oh he will. Because it'll save Allison." He had a point there, "And you will because it will save Scott- your best friend" -Stiles looked so resigned in that moment- "whom you know so well, you even have his username and password."

Stiles started typing and my guilt was flaring.

"His username is Allison?" Peter asked in a disbelieving tone and Oh God the pack were watching this too- I was soo gonna get teased later.

"His password is also Allison?" Peter asked, looking to Stiles. Shit I am so doomed.

Stiles mirrored Peter with the same disgusted look on his face, "Still want him in your pack?" he said.

The memory shifts…thank the lord.

"Where are we going?" little Stiles Stilinski asked from the back seat of the cruiser.

"It's a surprise sweetie!" answered a very alive- and very healthy Marion Stilinski, who was riding shotgun.

God I forgot how beautiful Stiles' mum was- I remember the crush I had on her when I was thirteen- not that I'd ever admit it to Stiles.

She had long, curly chocolate hair and golden eyes. Her skin was flawlessly pale and her heart-shaped face lit up every time she smiled.

"Can you guys give me a hiiint?" whined stiles from the back seat.

"Hmmm." Pondered the Sheriff, "Well, your teacher has been telling us you've been getting good scores on your reading."

"Yeah!" Stiles exclaimed, jumping in his seat, "I'm on level 10 and there are only 12 levels until you reach the top of the reading mountain!" – Oh God I remembered the freaking Reading Mountain. 12 levels of reading torture designed to make first graders be competitive in their reading- and holy God did it work with Stiles.

"Well. We're rewarding you for all your hard work!" Mrs Stilinski said as the cruiser pulled up- TO THE COMIC BOOK STORE!

"Oh my GOD!" Stiles screamed and ran out of the car and straight into the store, leaving his parents behind chuckling and running after him.

Inside the store Stiles was sifting through Batman comics- which, of course he was.

The Sheriff came over to him.

"Batman eh?" he asked his son.

"Yeah. DC kicks Marvel's ass!" Stiles exclaims, flicking through the Batman books, eyes wide.

The Sheriff turned to his wife accusingly, "Marion, just what have you been teaching our son?" asked.

"Oh come on John! You know deep down its true!" Mrs Stilinski says, slapping her husband on the arm.

The sheriff just rolled his eyes in response and leaned down towards his son, "So…are you Robin now?" he asked.

Stiles looked seriously insulted- and so did Mrs Stilinski, "Batman!" they both said at the same time.

"I'm no sidekick! I'm Batman dad!" Stiles exclaimed, running off to look at all the action-figures the store had.

"I said something wrong didn't I?" The sheriff asked his wife.

"Yes. Very, very wrong and you need to feel ashamed." She responded, hugging him and kissing his cheek.

"He's gonna make the house a nightmare pretending to be Batman isn't he?" the Sheriff asked.

"Better than when he went through his Sherlock Holmes phase and couldn't find a pipe…he stole one of my cigarettes and lit it!" she said.

"Yeah, this does sound better. As long as he doesn't go attacking any clowns." He responded.

They both looked at their son… having the time of his life running through the store.

"Look how happy he is John- this was such a good idea." Mrs Stilinski said, a smile on her face and leaning into he husbands arms.

"Your ideas are always good hon."