~Stiles~

His mind was going a million miles an hour it seemed. He tried to connect the dots, the clues, anything to make sense of this screwed up situation. Him and Scott had been sitting in silence in the idling jeep for a good 30 minutes trying to collect their thoughts on Derek and the young girl at his house.

"Maybe they're together?" Stiles snorted at this, quickly shooting down Scott's idea.

"Derek dating? No, besides she's our age. That would be illegal."

"Well, I mean, would you put it past Derek to break a law?"

"They're not dating!" His breathing picked up before slamming his hand against the poor jeep's steering wheel causing a honk to echo through the silent woods. Scott stared at his friend, a contemplative look marring his face.

"Stiles?"

"What?"

"Why do you seem so mad about them dating?" Stiles gave Scott an incredulous look.

"Because it's against the law."

"You're heart sped up… What's the real reason?" What was the real reason? Stiles didn't know this girl. Hell, he just found out her name a few days ago! So why did this bother him so much?

Stiles continued to think leaving his friend in silence while his mind processed the weird feeling he couldn't shake.

Charlie…She was, different. Stiles would be lying if he said he noticed her everyday, but she had caught his eye. There was something about her, this weird aura she gave off. She was always the quiet one. Always the one that stuck to herself and didn't make any friends. She was the girl that everyone condemned the freak. The one that everyone judged because this was high school and to be honest Stiles was pretty sure high school was worse than Hell. But something bothered Stiles about Charlie. He knew she hadn't always been like this. He knew that she use to be happy and care free. So what happened? And why did Stiles care?

"Scott..." Stiles heart sped up as his fingers began to twitch nervously. "Scott what is Charlie's last name?"

"Uhm, Ravenwood. Why?"

Stiles put his jeep into first gear as he sped off towards his house.

"Stiles, what's going on? Why does this matter?" But Stiles didn't listen. He continued to break every speeding law possible as he made his way back to his house.

Finally he came to a screeching stop in his driveway, quickly turning off his jeep and scrambling inside. He ran to his room, Scott only a step behind. Stiles began flipping through page by page of an old yearbook only to have Scott grab his should.

"Stiles! What is going on?" Stiles didn't answer Scott though verbally. Slowly, he moved his finger pointing out a single picture in the large yearbook. A picture captioned with the words: "Derek Hale and Daniel Ravenwood, Seniors, State Basketball Championships".

The two boy sat in silence as the connection sunk in. "So Charlie's brother and Derek were friends?" Scott seemed as confused as Stiles as they both pondered on how this led to Charlie being at Derek's house.

"There has to be something missing! So we know Derek was friend's with her brother right? Well how does this lead to Charlie being at his house? I mean, is she a werewolf or something?" Stiles rubbed his face, sitting in his rolling chair trying to desperately make a connection.

"She's not a werewolf I can tell you that. She smelled human." Stiles let out a groan of frustration slamming his head down on his desk.

"I just don't get it!" At these words a soft knock sounded at his door. With a shout of "Come in!" the door swung open revealing a worn and tired sheriff.

"Dad? What's wrong?" The sheriff rubbed his face a soft sigh escaping his lips.

"I've been at the Ravenwood's house all day." Both Stiles and Scott perked up at the name hoping the sheriff wouldn't realize his slip of tongue in his tired daze.

"Why is that?" The sheriff looked to his son a sad look crossing his face.

"It seems Chuck Ravenwood has been accused of child abuse. The terrifying part is, is we can't find his daughter." The boy's sucked in a breath at the accusation a look of dread passing between them.

"What about his wife and son? Do they know where they are?" Scott looked to the sheriff hoping to get more answers out of him.

He gave a short humorless chuckle before replying. "Yeah, about a mile away at Beacon Hills Cemetery." Scott and Stiles eye's widened at the news.

"Look boys, it's been a long day I'm gonna hit the hay." The sheriif was met with quiet responses of "Night dad," and "night Mr. Stilinski," before he shut the door retreating to his own room.

Silence seemed to swallow the room as the boy's minds tried to catch up to what they had been told but soon Scott looked to his friend with wide, saddened eyes.

"Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

"Charlie's brother…he's dead."

"Yeah."

"And Derek, Derek was his friend…"

"Yeah."

"And Charlie is abused…"

"Yeah."

"So Derek, Derek is helping Charlie?"

This times Stiles stayed silent. He stayed silent as Scott's probing eyes fell on him. He stayed silent as Scott said goodnight. And he stayed silent as his best friend left his house. He sat there in the deafening silence until finally he stood walking over to his backpack and pulling out a crumpled piece of paper titled "Who's your hero? And why?" and rereading it for what seemed like the millionth time, but finally understanding what it truly meant.