Disclaimer: The whole 'me not owning teen wolf' thing is still a thing. dang

Beta'd by my awesome cousin.

Chapter Three

"Dude, I have like 6 missed calls from your dad, what's going on?" Scott asked walking up to Stiles just before 5th period.

"I'm not really sure actually, I got a bunch of texts saying 'why the hell are you in Berkeley?' and 'don't answer any questions', it's weird, I just replied asking what's going on but he's not replying," Stiles responded to Scott while scrolling through his phone to show Scott the messages.

"I've got a voice mail," Scott pointed out, showing stiles the notification.

"Play it."

They listened to the message, "Scott, are you with Stiles? Do you know why he went to Berkeley? Call me back." Stiles face twisted in confusion as he listened to his dads voice, He sounded both very worried and very angry. They looked at each other quizzically as they attempted to figure out what Stiles' dad was talking about.

"I'm just as confused as you. Should I try calling him?" Scott suggested, he saw Stiles' confused face shift to a contemplating one.

The bell rang signaling class was about to start. Stiles looked up at Scott as the bell rang. Scott knew that face very well; Stiles was scheming. Scott knew it meant he would be involved in a little mischief.

"I got a better idea. Do you think we could convince coach to let us skip today's class?" Stiles asked. Scott rolled his eyes slightly, his prediction had been spot on.

"Not if you say it like that, but..." Scott started. Scott thought about his recent school life. He hadn't been missing school and his grades were good, however, it has been awhile since Scott and Stiles ditched for non-supernatural or crazy reasons. Scott smiled slyly as he figured out what to say next "...but today is the last day to turn in our physical paperwork to be on the lacrosse team." the subtle suggestion flew over Stiles' head, the look of confusion retook his face.

"What does that have to do with anything, we turned that paperwork into the office already." Stiles shot back, he threw both his hands in front of him and waved them to add emphasis, the whole time looking at Scott in a 'you're not helping' manner.

"Coach doesn't know that." Scott smile grew.

"We're off topic, Scott we need to find a way out of class." Stiles replied still confused, he put one hand on his hip and pointed the other hand at Scott when he said his name.

"Geez, just follow me" Scott grabbed Stiles and pulled towards the teacher's desk in class.

"Coach..." Scott started, he pretended to sound urgent.

"What McCall." Coach spat back loudly.

"I haven't had my physical yet, I'm sorry. Can Stiles take me right now to go get it? I'll have it turned in today."

"Ga...Da..." Coach bit his tongue remembering he was in class. "McCall, you have to get on top of things, go, and you better not let things like this happen again." The coach let out in his normal demeanor. Scott smiled, pulling Stiles towards the door. Stiles' face was in awe, his lips moved to mouth the words 'how the', Scott just replied with a smile.

"So we are going where now?" Scott asked closing the jeep door. "You never finished telling me your plan?" He added.

"Oh, right. We're going to Berkeley." Stiles answered

"Why? We could call him." Scott suggested.

"Multiple reasons... mainly it's because..." Stiles began speaking while turning on the Jeep. Before Stiles could finish explaining, Isaac knocked on the passenger door.

"Scott, I thought you were going to be a good student this year?" Isaac asked leaning into the open window.

"Hey, I am good, I have A's in all my classes. Stiles needed help." Scott explained

"Can I come?" Isaac asked plainly.

"N..." Stiles started

"Yeah!" Scott answered enthusiastically. He opened the door and got out to let Isaac in. Stiles just looked forward.

"Hurry up! Let's go." Stiles rushed. Scott looked at Stiles letting his smile dropped a little. Stiles noticed and returned an apologetic look as Scott closed the door.

"Where we going?" Isaac asked.

"Berkeley." Scott answered

"Sorry, should have mentioned I overheard a bit, I meant where in Berkeley?" Isaac clarified. Scott looked to Stiles, neither of them knew the answer.

Stiles started driving towards Berkeley. He pulled out his phone, calling the Sheriff's office to find out where his dad was. He also asked the deputy if she knew what was going on, she said she didn't and that the Sheriff left pretty fast.

"Maybeck High." Stiles told Isaac and Scott after hanging up. All three where confused as to why the Sheriff would be there. While turning onto the highway, Stiles noticed he was being a little heavier on the accelerator. He was a little concerned.

The sheriff stood in the threshold of the door to the principal's office. The three standing in there were staring at him waiting for an answer. John stared at the boy in the boy in the seat looked exactly like Stiles, his hair may have been shorter with his bangs down and brushed to the left, and he was wearing a simple plain white T-shirt with blue jeans and converse but it wasn't Stiles. Johns phone began ringing. He looked at the caller ID and saw it was from Stiles. He dropped his phone, as it hit the ground the call connected.

"Dad?...Dad? Are you there? Dad?" Stiles voice could be heard faintly from the phone on the floor.

"Sheriff, are you ok? You don't look so well." The principal asked. John was standing frozen looking at the boy in the chair.

John retrieved his phone from the floor of the principal's office. He disconnected the call without talking and left the office. He stepped out of the principal's office, he stepped into the front office for the school. There was a desk that separated a student waiting area and the faculty offices. John stepped into the waiting area where deputy Rada was questioning students.

"Da...Dad!" Stiles yelled into the phone before disconnecting angrily.

Scott and Isaac stared intently waiting for an update. "He answered but didn't say anything" Stiles spoke, turning to them with an exaggerated scowl. Scott could tell Stiles was slightly annoyed, but the obvious aside, Scott could tell Stiles was concerned.

"Stiles, he's ok, we know that. Maybe whatever he's doing is taking all his attention and he just pocket answered?" Scott offered to calm Stiles.

"I heard somebody ask if he was okay, they said he looked sick." Stiles told Scott.

"Look we are five minutes out, we'll see him and figure out what's going on," Isaac comforted, he placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

"Yeah," Stiles whispered in agreeance, his foot added slightly more pressure to the accelerator.

"Rada, who is that in there?" John asked loudly. Rada's face grew confused.

"Sir?" Rada replied.

"Do you have his file?" The sheriff asked.

Rada handed a folder tucked in his arms to the Sheriff. After receiving it, he immediately opened the file and began reading. John sifted through the folder the school had provided Rada. He was reading the copy of the birth certificate the school had on file. He knew the Beacon Hills Memorial certificate anywhere. Rada read the certificate over John's shoulder. He realized what had happened.

"John, I'm sorry. I thought he was your son." Rada spoke quietly so only John would hear.

"No. I think he is." John spoke very quietly, there was no need for the apology. John's tone was surprised, shocked, and awed, it weighed so heavy he could barely speak. Rada looked over his shoulder to read the certificate.

"Sir, that doesn't make sense. The certificate says..." Rada started.

"I know what it says, I can't explain it." John cut off the deputy.

"Dad!" Stiles yelled from the parking lot, seeing his dad trough a little window on the door to the office. From the other side of the door John heard the muffled call. Looking through the window a few feet from him, he could see Stiles, Scott, and Isaac heading for the door.

"Stiles what are..." John started as he opened the door. He was cut off when Stiles worried voice caught him by surprise.

"What is going on, dad are you okay?" Stiles asked, his voice had a subtle pang of concern that John had heard a lot of in the past two years.

"What are you doing here?" John asked, he ignored Stiles' question letting a more prominent concerned voice trump Stiles.

Stiles didn't answer the question. His attention became focused on the strong feeling of fear that was encompassing his mind. The fear wasn't Stiles' emotion. Even now when it was so strong it was physically hurting him, Stiles could differentiate between his feelings and those of another persons. Looking around, Stiles attempted to find the source of this pain and comfort it. He had never felt this so strong, there had to be a reason for it. Stiles figured that the intensity of these feelings must have something to do with proximity, he just knew the source was close. So close that he thought he could find it.

From the door of the principal's office, Brad was being escorted by a deputy. Stiles watched as a group of people made their way out of the office. He looked past his dad at the uniformed officer attempting to get information on why his dad was here. When the deputy stepped to the side Stiles was able to see Brad leaving the office.

Stiles froze watching Brad. The shock was silencing. Thoughts raced through Stiles' head as he tried to find an explanation to the scene. Every moment he spent looking for answers, the more questions he would ask himself. Who is that? Does my dad know about all this? Is he the one in my head? Is he me or something? The lack of answers made Stiles feel angry. Just then the boy behind the deputy froze too. Stiles focused his attention on the sudden pause. The kid had not seen Stiles yet, John was in the way and his attention was on the deputy.

Brad could feel anger and confusion in the back of his mind, he knew something was off. The feelings were so strong and demanding he couldn't help but look for where they were coming from. He never felt it so strong before. He looked around at each person in the office looking for something or someone who would be causing this.

John saw Stiles freeze, he wasn't ignorant, he knew what would have caused it. He knew what was happening. In his mind he mapped out every possible direction this could head. None of the proposals in his head would work, he couldn't think of what to do. John turned to see how Brad was reacting, he shifted his body just enough out-of-the-way to give a clear line of sight between Brad and Stiles. Brad was standing several paces behind him. John could see him still looking around, but he quickly noticed Stiles and less than a second after John had turned to see Brad, he had already froze at the sight.

"Stiles are you o...oh" Scotts came into the office standing behind Stiles. His questioned dropped when he saw what Stiles was looking at. Isaac was still standing outside just behind Scott and couldn't tell if anything was happening.

Stiles and Brad stared at each other. The rest of the world fell away in Stiles' eyes. All he could see was the doppelgänger in front of him. He started walking to Brad, navigating his way around his dad and a desk to come face to face with Brad. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding in. Waving slightly awkwardly, Brad greeted Stiles as he walked up. Now standing in front of Bradley, Stiles waved back just as awkwardly. They didn't say anything, but there was no denying that they were having a conversation. In their head, a mix of confusion, wonder, and excitement transferred back and forth between them. They let their brains think up any emotion it could and they tested the limitations of their connection. They watched each other reactions intently figuring out what could be felt and what couldn't.

Neither could explain it, and neither really cared, all they knew is they found something they have been looking for since they were very young. They didn't know each others names or personality. Their history was unknown to each other, but in this moment they knew they found the closest person they had ever known.

Stiles thought back to ever sad moment in his life. The boy in front of him helped him through all that. This boy protected him and never even meet him. He let a feeling of gratitude and security fill his body and smiled when he felt the same thing come from the boy in front of him. Stiles knew he was thinking the same thing, feeling the same thing.

"Hi..." Stiles greeted, breaking the silence. He was still smiling. All the confusion and fear had melted away.

"...Hi" Brad replied. His face matched Stiles in every way. The same part opened mouth revealing the same teeth. The same two wrinkles of skin that formed when Stiles smiled that defined where his chin was. The same raided eyebrows, the left side being just barely higher than the right. Everything matched. Except the hair, Stiles never brushed his bangs to the right.

"Are...You feeling that?" Stiles asked, he let out an awkward laugh, he realized he sounded just as weird as he thought it was.

"..Ah...yeah...uh" Brad was surprised, everything going through his head told him this was happening, but it was not supposed to be possible.

"Um I'm Stiles." Stiles introduced himself. His mind was still racing with the question of just how much they could feel. When introducing himself, Stiles wondered if the boy would know who he really was. Stiles knew the boy in front of him was there when he lost his mother, not physically but he was their, because of that Stiles knew that this boy knew him before he changed. He wondered if that change could be felt. He hadn't known much more than how the boy was feeling, he wondered if that was the same. Stiles let his smile drop slightly as the thought of his mother opened a spot for the darkness to enter, he stopped it quickly.

"Oh, wow, that was weird" Brad stated, referring to the feeling of depression that quickly surged through his head. "What's wrong? Why did you feel that? I'm sorry if I caused it. I'm Brad by the way." Brad replied. When he heard Stiles introduce himself, he felt like something was wrong, he instantly felt the mood change to something sad..

"Wow, I didn't think that would make it to you." Stiles started, his face returned to the smile and his head cleared. "Uh yeah I was just thinking of some stuff." Stiles was fascinated by everything happening. All he wanted to do now is test the connection he has, he wanted to talk to Brad and figure out everything that was going on. He wanted to know what made Brad happy and sad. What was happening all those times Stiles drew on that security. More so Stiles wanted to know what had caused the loneliness he would feel. He wanted to know what had hurt the person who carried him through the toughest points in his life. Why he would go from a fire of warmth and comfort, then a cold pit of loneliness. Stiles forgot where he was, he was too focused on the excitement. Before anything else could be said, the reality of the situation came back into the light when the deputy stepped up behind Brad.

Looking at the deputy, Stiles realised something bad was going on. "Uh, dad?" Stiles asked looking from the deputy to his dad. His dad was still in shock at the sight but his attention was brought back by Rada stepping up to his side. "Sheriff, I did some questioning like you asked, several students confirmed the other boy started the confrontation, the parents dropping the charges." Rada whispered into Johns ear. He watched as the news eased John slightly.

"Deputy," John called over to the man behind Brad, waving him over. He didn't know where to begin with Brad and Stiles so he instead focused on his work. Brad and Stiles watched as the deputy walked away.

"Bradley, guess what, we stuck it to that smug..." Haley started as she made a victory walk out of the principal's office, she stopped when she saw Stiles.

"Bradley who's this?" She asked flat-out.

"Uh, I don't really know how to answer that mom." Brad let out an exasperated answer. Stiles waved at Haley.

"Um, dad?" Stiles called back to his father. John was avoiding making eye contact, instead he focused intently a conversation taking place between the principal and two deputies, he acted as though he didn't hear Stiles calling him.

Stiles took note of his dad's behaviour, he saw him purposefully ignoring Brad. Stiles knew when his dad would do things like this and he was a bit frustrated with his father for doing something like that. This situation was uncomfortable and he could have used a little support, but his dad decided to ignore him. Just then it dawned on Stiles that his father might know more than he's letting on.

"Dad!" Stiles yelled again, this time loud enough to catch the attention of the deputies. Rada tapped Johns shoulder, pointing out Stiles. John couldn't ignore the situation now. He accepted defeat and made his way over to Stiles.

"Dad, why are you avoiding me?" Stiles asked when John got closer.

"No, it's not that." John clarified.

"What aren't you telling me?" Stiles asked, picking up on his dads blatant attempt to occupy himself.

John let out a breath and looked up at Brad. Memories of his lost son filled his head. He thought about that day in the hospital; he remembered every detail. The thoughts grew heavy in his mind. He looked to the ground with sadness and his eyes started to tear up.

"Whoa, dad are you okay?" Stiles asked as he watched his dad's eyes moisten. "Dad?" Stiles asked again, placing an arm on his dad's shoulder and looking into his father in the eyes. "Dad, what happened?" Stiles asked quietly enough only his dad could hear him. Behind him Brad and Haley were talking through the shock of the situation. At the door, Isaac was now frozen staring at the unexplainable event unfolding in front of him. Scott was attempting to explain what the situation was, but he was failing miserably to lack of details.

"Stiles, it's not simple and it's not short." John warned. His voice was quiet and his eyes were still watery.

"Dad, tell me." Stiles pleaded slightly. He was still on the high of meeting Brad, but his dad's mood was bring him down.

John lightly grabbed Stiles' shoulder and walked him over to chairs that lined the exterior wall of the principal's office. He sat Stiles down in one of the chairs. Taking a short pause, John thought on where to start.

Deciding on a place, John started explaining to Stiles how he and Claudia where going to tell Stiles everything as he got older. John took a moment to rethink what he was going to say and told Stiles that after his mother's death, he couldn't do that. He tried to explain that he needed her help. John pleaded with his son, hoping Stiles would understand. Without her John knew It would be too hard to tell Stiles and he couldn't find that strength.

"Dad, you're freaking me out, what happened? What were you going to tell me? I don't understand." Stiles replied confused. His previous happiness was replaced with concern for his dad and worry over what he was saying. His dad just stared at him.

"Stiles you had a brother." John spoke quickly.

Stiles' head wrapped around the information. He immediately understood who Brad was or at least he thought he did. There was still a part that was missing, he could tell his dad was leaving it out. John watched his sons face as it made the connection and for a moment the confusion was washed away. Stiles looked to Brad with a small smile, but just as quick as that came, it went. Confusion washed over his face again and John knew what the question was going to be.

John preëmptively answered with "He was your twin." Stiles face grew even more confused. "Stiles, he died a few weeks after being born," John added without much warning. He wanted to explain to Stiles. He didn't want his son to be so confused. Stiles was horrified, John thought to himself how Stiles' reaction had not been better than the confusion, it hurt John more to see his sons physical display of pain caused by the sudden news.

Brad looked back and forth between his mom and Stiles as Stiles walked away with his dad. His mom's face was genuinely confused. She did not know who they were.

"Mom, was I adopted?" Brad asked outright. His face was plastered with a smile so the question didn't carry the serious demeanor it would have if Brad hadn't talk to Stiles first.

"Really? Are you serious? Did you just ask me that?" Haley asked surprised at the question.

Brads face broadened with disbelief as he pointed to Stiles then frantically gestured at himself, he didn't need any words, his gestures sent the message of 'we look exactly the same' very clearly.

"Hey hon, don't ask me, it seemed like I was more confused about this then you. I mean, you two were having a moment when I walked out." Haley replied with a sarcastic twist. The way she was standing and talking, Brad could tell she was trying to defuse a possibly awkward situation with subtle mom humor.

"Mom, really, this is kinda serious." Brad pointed out, but the smirk on his face told his mom he was enjoying her commentary. After a moment of smirking at each other, the mouths broke into a comforting smile and they each let out a small laugh. To Brad, this moment served to calm his nerves, there was no way this woman was not his mom.

Brad and his mom smiled at each other for a few more moments before turning to look over to Stiles and the sheriff. Brads attention was caught by the two confused boys standing at the entrance to the office. Scott and Isaac stared awkwardly at the double. Raising his hand, Scott greeted Brad uncomfortably as a response to making eye contact. Brad greeting him with a wave. Brad's returned wave made a friendly gesture.

Scott smiled at the return he had received. He knew it wasn't Stiles but the guy he was looking at moved just like Stiles and scott found it easy to grow warm to the guy. He watched Brad with a little more friendly curiosity and less uneasiness. He was about to grab Isaac and go to properly introduce himself but didn't get the chance. Brad suddenly turned to Stiles concerned. Scott recognized the face of concern, he had seen it on Stiles more times than he had wanted to; it was a face he never wanted to see. He looked over to Stiles and felt something drop inside him. He saw Stiles face go from confused to hurt too fast for comfort.

"Stiles are you okay?" Scott and Brad yelled over in concert. They looked at each other in confusion. Scott was weirded out by the strangers concern, he hadn't yet made the connection that this was the person Stiles was telling him about every time they talked about Stiles's strange feelings. Brad quickly figured out the boy who waved at him must be a friend of Stiles that came with him, that's why he reacted in the same way.

They look they gave to each other faded quickly. They didn't concern themselves with who they were, Stiles was distressed right now and that's what mattered. They both started walking briskly over to Stiles. Isaac stood at the door still. His face was completely frozen with confusion. He had no Idea what was happening and what little explanation Scott had attempted only served to create more confusion. Noticing Scott start moving, Isaac just followed. When he saw Stiles he figured out what Scott was doing.

Stiles saw Brad and Scott moving towards him. In his mind he scrambled for an explanation to give them. In his thought it suddenly hit him why his dad had avoided the situation. It dawned on him just how bad the situation is and just how bad his father was feeling. Stiles looked between his father and the women Brad was talking to. At first he correctly assumed it was Brad's mom, now he knew, Brad was not her kid and they didn't know that yet. Brad was the son his father lost.