Disclaimer: Teen Wolf and all recognizable characters, settings and plots are the rightful property of Jeff Davis and MTV Studios. Anything that didn't happen in the show is most likely all mine.

Genre: Family, Romance, Humor and Hurt/Comfort

Rating: T (It may need to go higher later but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.)

Warning: Spoilers for all of Season 1.

Summary: By the time senior year starts, The Pack has faced their share of enemies, become a family and even found love. Too bad Stiles can't remember any of it. Now it's up to the Pack to help Stiles recover his memories or risk losing Stiles entirely. SLASH.

Author's Note: And so I said to myself, "Self, you ridiculous individual, you, why not include Isaac, Erica and Boyd in the story? You have to rewrite the whole damn thing anyway. Plus you get another chapter out of it!"

So, after some deliberation with my tumblr peeps, it was decided that the unholy trinity would join us in Comatose!Stiles land.

Chapter title is from The Beatles.

Unbeta'd.

Haunt You Every Day

Moriarty's Minion

Chapter 7
"I Want To Hold Your Hand"

It had been three hours since Erica had pulled into the driveway of the Hale House. She'd been looking forward to sleeping away the long drive in her room. Preferably without the company of either Isaac or Boyd. A month long trip to a werewolf pack in North Dakota that was an ally of the Beacon Hills Pack with her two fellow Betas was more than enough quality bonding time for her.

It had been two hours since she'd thrown Jackson through the kitchen window. Derek had been her first choice but the Alpha hadn't been home at the time. Of course Danny had been there to fill them in about Stiles, too, but if Erica had thrown him through a window then his weak human body might not have recovered. Apparently their Pack already had one member in the hospital. She didn't actually want another one there.

Jackson had been an acceptable target for her rage though. He would heal.

Erica hadn't heard Boyd or Isaac leave. All she knew was that they weren't at the house by the time she'd finished helping Jackson pick the glass shards out of his skin. Erica took her time after that. She spent a good thirty minutes in the shower just letting the scolding hot water cascade down her back. She trusted that one of the others would bring the luggage in from the car.

Erica went through her wardrobe fairly quickly. She fished out the low cut ensemble from the day Derek had sent her to distract Stiles. It always reminded her of Stiles and how he'd so pointedly avoided looking at the cleavage she'd been so desperate to show him. Even when Erica was trying to get him to notice her Stiles had found a way to not only avoid her but to do it like a gentleman. Her blood red fuck-me boots were at the back of the closet. Erica bypassed the make-up bag in favor of tugging her long blond hair into a bun so tight that it was beyond painful.

She dressed for war.

It must have shown because the hospital staff didn't seem to know what to do with her sudden appearance. Half of them walked the other way and the rest looked ready to call security on her. Either way Erica kept her perfectly crafted bitch face on; her war paint as it were. It only faltered when she got her first look into Stiles' room.

Stiles had never looked so frail. As long as Erica had known him he'd always been thin and sadly breakable – a fact Stiles had proven time and time again through clumsiness and a daredevil attitude. But this was a new level of vulnerable. The wolf inside her grew restless at the sight of the plastic tubes that seemed to sprout around his pale form like roots. Neither Erica nor her wolf felt comfortable leaving a pack mate so exposed.

"Erica?"

Scott's voice had been no louder than a whisper from inside the hospital room but Erica could hear it through the glass as if he'd shouted. Her gaze moved from Stiles to meet Scott's worried eyes. She could feel the comfort of being near her Head Beta through the thrum of power that linked them all. Erica made a pointed effort to shake off the link, closing herself off from it. Scott's pained whine made it all the more worth it.

She let her eyes change color. "You should have called us."

"We wanted to," Scott continued in a whisper, trying not to wake Allison who had fallen asleep on his shoulder. "We just thought… we hoped he'd have woken up by the time you three were supposed to come home."

She felt the irritation boiling under her skin. "So sorry we're three days early. Hate to know we through off your precious schedule."

Scott sighed. "We didn't want you all to worry any earlier than you had to. Stiles would have – "

"He belongs to us, too," she told him loudly, opening the door and pressing into the room. Allison began to stir back to consciousness. "You had no right to shut us out. We're supposed to be Pack."

Scott frowned at her in confusion. "We are Pack."

Erica crowded closer to him. Her nails turned into claws with the frustration thrumming through her veins. "We had a right to know."

"We weren't trying to keep you out of it," Scott replied, his tone bordering on begging. "You have to know that. We were trying to protect you from this; from feeling this pain."

Suddenly her eyes felt wet and her eyebrows heavier than normal. She blinked through the awkward sensation. "Wow," she said, her voice thick with false-gratitude. "Thanks for that, Scott. I feel so protected… like it never happened at all."

Scott had the good sense to look away. The scent of his shame was palpable in the air. It didn't make her feel as good as she'd hoped it would. Erica pressed on regardless, hoping that ripping further into the hierarchy might earn her that emotional relief after all. "Don't think Derek is getting a pass on this either."

"He's hurting, too," Allison interjected, finally awake enough to break into the discussion between the wolves.

"I didn't say I'd hurt him now," Erica clarified. "Later. After Stiles is awake and kicking again. That's when I'll do it."

Once more proving that she held the brains in the relationship, Allison made no move to talk Erica out of her revenge. The huntress even went so far as to slap a hand over Scott's face which, judging by the outraged expression on his face, was about to object whole heartedly to her plan. Allison merely nodded her head towards the bed and the sleeping form inhabiting it.

"You should visit with him." Allison moved her hand from her boyfriend's mouth to his elbow and pulled him into a standing position with her. She offered Erica a tight-lipped smile as the pair passed her on their way to the hallway. "We'll go to the cafeteria for some coffee and come back in a bit."

Erica didn't respond. She merely waited for the sound of the door closing behind them before moving at all. Still angry with Scott, she used her foot to kick Allison's chair closer to the tiny bed. Erica hesitated a moment before perching on the empty space of the bed next to Stiles' leg and setting her own feet on the chair.

She used the long nail of her pointer finger to gently caress Stiles from his ear to the center of his jaw.

"Hey, Batman."


After Jackson and Danny had informed them about what had happened to Stiles, Boyd had abandoned all thoughts of sleep in favor of finding his Alpha. He hadn't needed to use his enhanced scenting ability to find Derek. Besides the Hale House, Boyd couldn't imagine the other werewolf being anywhere other than the hospital or keeping an eye on the person who put his mate there.

Sure enough Boyd found Derek in the alleyway across from the police station.

"You're back early," Derek noted in a weak greeting. His glowing red eyes never left the front of the building.

The lack of acknowledgment, expression and tone were all acceptable behavior in Boyd's mind. He'd discovered over the years that he and Derek shared several qualities. It was a rare day – unless Stiles was the cause – that Derek let his emotions get the best of him. If Boyd had found his Alpha pacing or growling then he would have worried.

"We got home sick," Boyd replied with a shrug.

"It was my decision not to tell you," Derek admitted quietly but firmly. The pair ducked further into the protection of the shadows as an officer left the building and headed for the small parking lot. "If you're upset with anyone then let it be me. The others, Lydia especially, thought that we should call but there was no point in dragging you all back here to just wait around with us."

"It's understandable."

Derek looked surprised at the easy agreement before quickly masking the shock with his usual grumpy expression. "Good."

Boyd smirked a little. "Erica might have a few words for you, though."

"She can fucking deal with it," Derek all but growled. "I've got larger concerns than her feelings being hurt."

"And Isaac," Boyd reminded him quietly. "You know how much he cares for Stiles."

"I thought you weren't here to call me out on the no phone call bullshit," Derek replied angrily, sharp fangs gleaming in the night air.

The Beta flexed his considerable shoulder and arm muscles before leaning against the side of the building. "I'm not."

Derek grunted irritably at the lack of response. Normally he enjoyed that the largest of his wolves was a strong but silent type but sometimes it was damned irritating. Stiles would have told him it was karmic justice for always brooding and never expressing anything. "Then why are you here?"

"I came because I knew what you were planning on doing."

For the first time since Boyd's arrival the tension in the air took on a dangerous tint. The relaxed position Boyd had taken was doing nothing to alleviate how Derek's inner Alpha wolf was feeling threatened – challenged even. That Boyd had thought to track him down to the police station spoke volumes about just how much the Beta suspected of Derek's violent plans for vengeance.

"And just what do you think I'm planning?" Derek asked, a subtle warning interwoven in the tone of his question.

The sides of Boyd's lips curved slightly as if his Alpha had made some sort of joke. "The Sheriff is keeping the guy who shot Stiles in one of the cells, right?"

Derek shrugged. "So."

"So you want to know what I think you're planning on doing when the Sheriff eventually has to transfer the guy who nearly killed your mate to a real prison?" Boyd asked as if doubting Derek's sanity. "You know Scott's the one with the low test scores, right?"

Derek's eyes flickered to meet his briefly before returning to their original target. "I hope you know better than to try and stop me."

Boyd nodded before moving to stand next to the Alpha. He made sure their positioning matched as they stood side-by-side, so close that their elbows brushed lightly. Even their shoulders seemed to pair up. Two vengeful sentinels on a mission. "I'm not here to stop you."

"I'm going to kill him," Derek muttered, clearly not believing Boyd despite the physical display of allegiance. "And it won't be quick either. The Sheriff will know it was me but I won't be leaving any evidence behind." His chest heaved slightly at the vehemence of the words. "There won't be any of him left to find."

"I'm here to help," Boyd said with a shrug.

The glow of Derek's eyes dimmed slightly. "Not going to try and talk me out of it?"

"Is that what the others did?"

"Yes." Derek chuckled darkly. "As if I was going to forgive him because the man was desperate or starving or homeless."

Boyd inclined his head enough to bare his throat. "I'm sure the hunters will agree with you. The man hurt an Alpha's mate. They can't expect that to go unpunished."

Creases formed on Derek's brow at the lack of passion in Boyd's words. The sentiment was in line with Derek's thoughts but the lack of inflection had him doubting just how much his Beta agreed with what he was saying. "Exactly."

"And the others will just have to understand," Boyd continued after the heavy silence had dragged on another few minutes. "They might not like the heat it brings down on us but they'll get over it. The wolves inside them will help them come to terms with it."

Derek eyed the other wolf skeptically. "I suppose so."

Boyd chuckled as if he'd just thought of a clever joke. "And it's not like Stiles is here to stop us either."

The growl of an enraged Alpha echoed off the cement walls of the buildings and bounced around the paved alleyway. Boyd quickly found himself airborne. His body was launched down the length of the alleyway before colliding (and heavily denting) a commercial dumpster at the other end. At the mouth of the alley, Derek was more wolf than human.

"Stiles will be fine!" The Alpha growled, voice barely recognizable as human.

Boyd shook his head. "If you thought that then you wouldn't be planning on killing the guy. You know Stiles would stop you if he could."

Derek barely managed to stifle a literal howl of rage. The effort made his voice sound even more like his throat had been stuffed with gravel. "You're underestimating Stiles' cold bloodedness."

"No, I'm not," Boyd replied, struggling against the pain spreading along his spine to reach a sitting position. "I remember how he was always more willing to kill to eliminate a threat than Scott was. They're still that way."

"Then how can you say he wouldn't want me to do this?" Derek roared.

"Because you've forgotten that Stiles only justified killing if it protected the Pack," Boyd replied calmly enough. He couldn't have managed a yell if he'd tried – not with the fatigue he was feeling. "Killing that man doesn't protect us or Stiles, Derek. It only gives you an outlet for your rage." His tone softened slightly as he thought of what revenge had done to people like Derek's Uncle and Allison's grandfather. Boyd let the memories flash through the link between them. "Stiles wouldn't want you to risk it."

Derek pushed the images away. "He'll understand. You all will."

"Stiles told me that it was the humans in a Pack that kept us from becoming monsters," Boyd called out to the other wolf, trying to stop his Alpha from leaving the alley and making the biggest mistake of his life. "He said that was why we were all 'douchebags with rabies' at the beginning. It wasn't until Stiles and Danny and Allison that we really learned to control ourselves."

"What's your point?"

Boyd tried to take Derek's presence at his side and not the end of the alley as a sign that the man was listening to reason. "That you're all wolf right now without him. That you wouldn't do this if you had your human side back."

Derek's lips pulled back in a snarl. He raised a claw to point at the station. "That thing in there took my humanity when he took Stiles from me. Don't you think he deserves to reap the fucking rewards of his actions?"

"And what will we reap, Derek?" Boyd questioned, his wolf curling up in submission and fear at the feral look in his Alpha's eye.

They both flinched at the loud, electronic PING from Boyd's cell phone. A second later and they could hear Derek's phone vibrating away in his leather jacket. Boyd waited for Derek's looming form to back away before even thinking about reaching for his phone. Derek let his phone continue to vibrate in favor of watching the Sheriff's station once more.

Boyd figured they were getting the same message anyway and that his Alpha was waiting to get the information from his Beta. He wasn't disappointed. As soon as Boyd had read the text message and locked the screen Derek had moved back into his personal space.

"What do they want?"

"Scott wants us all back at the hospital."

Derek's head snapped around to stare at Boyd. "Is it Stiles? Did he…"

Boyd shook his head. "Apparently Isaac spoke with Dr. Deaton and now he thinks he knows how to wake Stiles up. They want us all to meet at the hospital."

"I'll drive."


After hearing the news about Stiles, Isaac had gone straight to Dr. Deaton. Over the years he and the veterinarian had gotten closer. Scott had gotten him a job there the summer after sophomore year. It was during that blissfully turmoil free summer that Isaac had discovered he had a real talent when it came to taking pain away from the injured pets and wildlife. So much so that Dr. Deaton had started training him how to do more and more with his ability.

Unfortunately that pain-stealing touch wouldn't be enough to save Stiles. Not on its own.

But Isaac had suspected for a long time that there was more to the healing power than what Dr. Deaton had implied. Every time Isaac had touched an injured animal he'd felt a branch of power connecting them. It was oddly similar to the way the Bond between the pack members felt when they ran on the full moon. It was through that connection that Isaac was able to pull the pain from the animal and into himself.

His suspicions were proven correct after a pointed interrogation of Dr. Deaton. The man had warned Isaac that it was dangerous to take more on more than just the pain of the being that he was trying to help. It was a deadly enough proposition that Dr. Deaton had promised himself never to teach Isaac how to do it properly. In Isaac's mind the risks were worth the rewards.

"Don't you think we already tried that?" Scott demanded, his exhaustion getting the better of him. "I've been siphoning off his pain since he got put in here, dude. It didn't even make a blip on the monitors. At best it just saved the hospital some money on the anesthesia."

"This is different," Isaac explained patiently. "We wouldn't just be absorbing his pain, Scott. We'd be taking on his injuries as well and having our wolves heal it."

The room went still at the implication. It was an odd sight since they'd all been in constant motion since Isaac had asked Scott to gather everyone together in Stiles' hospital room. His fellow pack members had fidgeted as Isaac did his best to explain himself. Even the humans in the room – which now included the Sheriff and Scott's mother – were having trouble keeping still.

The skin on Allison's forehead creased as she played through Isaac's words once more. "Not to state the obvious but doesn't that risk you and Scott falling into comas as well?"

Isaac nodded. "Which is why we won't be able to take on all of his injuries. Just the ones most likely to be keeping him unconscious." He paused before adding on, "And it won't be just Scott and I. For this to work it will take the whole pack working together."

Jackson was shaking his head even as Isaac was finishing his thought. "But the rest of us have never even tried to take pain on before. How are we supposed to be able to do this?"

"It's instinct," Scott answered for Isaac. "Believe me, once you're touching Stiles your wolf will know what to do."

"Especially for an injured member of the pack," Isaac continued the explanation. "That's the only time this works. If it was for a stranger we wouldn't be able to help them. The Bond that ties us all together is what will power the healing. It's just strong enough to siphon out some injuries along with the pain."

"Like bandwidth," Danny muttered. "You can carry more data at once when you're all working together."

Isaac offered him a small smile. "Now you're getting it."

"You said it won't heal everything?" the Sheriff pointed out, his wrinkled fingers rubbing nervously against one another. "Does that mean he might still have the… the brain damage?"

"The way Dr. Deaton tells it there's no way of knowing what the Bond will draw out." Isaac glanced at Derek out of the corner of his eye. "But if it's anything like how the Bite works then most likely that damage won't be healed. It'll be up to Stiles to work through it at human speed."

Melissa McCall put a comforting hand on the Sheriff's arm. "In a way it's for the best. A lot of people around the hospital would ask too many questions if Stiles were to wake up unscathed."

Lydia nodded in agreement. "If what I hear in the cafeteria these day is any indication, the whole town is starting to notice the weird stuff that's been going on." She tilted her head pointedly at the prone form at the center of their meeting. "They'd definitely notice him just walking out on his own after being in a coma for a little over two weeks."

"Is there anything we can do?" Allison asked. "The humans, I mean. I know we don't have the healing powers or anything but there has to be something we can do."

"There is," Isaac answered, his expression sobering quickly. "We won't know which of us will take on which injury. Chances are Scott and I will take the brunt of it but there's always the possibility of one of the others being incapacitated." He let the warning sink in. "If one of us collapses we'll need the humans to keep us from hitting the floor, obviously, but even more important is maintaining our physical connection to Stiles. The whole thing falls apart if even one person lets go before we're done."

Derek quickly got to his feet. "Well what are we waiting for?"

Isaac smiled proudly at his pack mates. Not two years ago they'd never have been able to pull something like this off. None of them would have even shown up, too mistrusting of the others' motives to really accomplish anything so important. Stiles had been a large part of bringing them all together.

They had all been broken in some way or another. It was that characteristic that had drawn Derek to them in the first place. Isaac with his abusive father and a family that had died on him. Erica with her illness and hopeless struggling to be defined as more than the girl who pissed herself on that internet video. Boyd with his weight problem and social insecurities that had driven him to exile himself. No one could argue that Derek hadn't been damaged by his 'relationship' with Kate Argent and the mass of casualties that resulted from it.

Scott had his abandonment issues thanks to his deadbeat father and daily reminders that he just wasn't as intelligent as the rest of the kids his age. Allison suffered from the constant relocations that stemmed from her family's dark secrets. Jackson was still his own worse enemy when it came to crippling self-hatred and insecurity. Lydia feared her inner bookworm ever becoming publicly recognized and the social downfall that might occur after. Danny appeared the most well adjusted but there was a reason he had started dating so many older men at such a young age.

The adults in the room were no better off. Both had been on the path to happiness before life's cruelty had struck. Melissa had been forced into the role of single parent and left to raise a child who kept wondering why his father could leave him so easily. The Sheriff had lost his wife – the love of his life – and been partnered with an ADHD riddled child who ended up having a penchant for getting into trouble.

They were all broken toys. But it was Stiles that had helped glue them together. It was Stiles with his movie nights and self-sacrifice that had stitched them into a cohesive mass. He took the special bits from one and used it to replace a design flaw in another. Lydia and Danny's brainpower kept Scott from failing his classes. Stiles' unstoppable word vomit filled the overwhelming silence of Boyd, Isaac and even Derek's internal monologues of fear, pain and loss. Derek's strength emboldened Erica's self-confidence (granted not always to positive outcomes).

But more than anything the open, festering wound of loneliness had been filled by a sense of family. A family of choice and not blood obligation. A family that protected and cared for one another. A family that knew when to push and, more importantly, when to let things slide. A family willing to risk everything for the sake of one pack member who – despite all the healing he'd brought out in the others – was the most broken of all.

Now it was their turn to return the favor.

Melissa closed the blinds to give them some privacy. The Sheriff and Scott adjusted the thin gown covering Stiles up so that only his groin was hidden from view. Dr. Deaton had said that as much skin to skin contact provided, the better the results would be. Jackson and Boyd moved the extra furniture out of the way. Isaac still found it an unsettling experience to be the one dictating orders to the rest of his pack. He was usually much more comfortable receiving them.

Isaac climbed onto the bed and placed Stiles' head in his lap for easier access. Scott and Derek took up positions on either side of Stiles' chest. Lydia and Erica hovered over Stiles' abdomen. Jackson and Boyd each found themselves above one of Stiles' pale legs. Allison and the Sheriff stood behind the wolves on the left side of the bed. Mrs. McCall and Danny mirrored them on the right hand side.

There was a sharp intake of air from Scott's mother as the werewolves in the room let their true nature dominate their forms. The woman had long ago come to terms with what her son had been forced to become but every once in awhile they managed to surprise her with it. Apparently their synchronized transformation had done it for her this time. She offered him a sheepish look of apology before motioning Isaac to continue.

Isaac carefully placed his claws along the sides of Stiles' head. The rest followed his example soon after, making sure to press just hard enough to maintain contact but not with too much force that might cause Stiles further injury. It only took a second before lines of black ooze wormed their way from Stiles body up Isaac and Scott's arms.

"Don't let go," Isaac reminded them all. His stern expression was pointedly aimed in Jackson's direction whose surprise at the appearance of the black lines had nearly caused him pull back. "No matter what you have to hold on."

Derek arms were soon crawling with the black sickness. After a few minutes of intense concentration the girls were sporting similar signs of success. It took some more coaching from Isaac and Scott but eventually all of the werewolves were draining Stiles of his various injuries. For the first time not under a full moon they could all feel the power of their Bond surging between them.

To Isaac it provided a sense of euphoria and wild emotional abandon that had tears falling from his eyes. It wasn't like the first time Scott and Dr. Deaton had allowed him to heal that sick puppy. This was an enhanced version that projected the undercurrent of unity, safety and love which made up the Bond between them all. To be able to finally share this with his family was beyond wondrous.

Erica's pained groans ripped that all away. Isaac's eyes snapped open and he stared at his friend in horror as blood soaked the front of her t-shirt. The Sheriff pushed his elbows under Erica's armpits just before she lost the ability to hold herself up. Allison pushed forward to hold Erica's claws in place.

"What's happening?" Allison asked, casting worried looks over her shoulder to the blood pooling under Erica's breasts.

"She got the bullet wound," Isaac explained.

It continued to go down hill from there. Scott got so dizzy from simulated blood loss that they had to very carefully sit him in one of the free chairs without displacing his hands on Stiles' shoulder and chest. Lydia was crying through the searing pain in her hands that Stiles must have felt when clutching the recently fired gun. Next to her, Mrs. McCall held an oxygen mask over Boyd's face to keep his lungs pumping oxygen just as one of the machines had been forced to do for Stiles.

"How much longer?" Derek asked. His forehead was slick with sweat from the strain of putting up with whatever invisible pain had been absorbed into his body.

"I don't know," Isaac struggled to get out through clenched teeth. Erica hadn't been the only one to experience a gun shot to the stomach. Luckily their wolves were keeping them going or they would have passed out long ago. As it was Danny's muscles arms were crossed over Isaac's chest in order to keep him from collapsing right onto Stiles.

Mrs. McCall's head appeared between Lydia and Boyd's bodies. "His vitals are still improving. Just a little bit more."

"Can't make that any more specific?" Jackson moaned.

In the end 'a little bit more' was 22 minutes. In that time the machine working as surrogate lungs for Stiles had turned itself off as the real organs came back online. The electronic beats of Stiles' heart pumped a little bit faster until it was nearly back to the distinctive chirping the werewolves had learned to detect from miles away. Scott had smiled as Stiles' lips twitched with unheard murmurs.

22 minutes and the Bond surged to life with renewed vigor.

22 minutes and Stiles flashed them all his distinctive honey-brown eyes.

22 minutes and the Pack was whole once again.