Stiles found himself sat around the Hale's kitchen table, thankfully due to the large family, chairs and room where not a problem. Talia excused herself to go to her study to tell the rest of the pack to stay away.

Talia returned before long and sat at the head of the table, Deaton at the foot, Laura to Talia's left next to Derek 2 and Derek to Talia's right, hands intertwined with Stiles who sat next to him, Lydia, Jackson and Danny made up the rest of the table, sitting down quickly and quietly.

Stiles was still lost for words, he was half convinced he was dreaming that his Derek was still lost to him, that he would wake up any moment and the warm hand he was holding onto would be gone. A lump formed in his throat as he blinked the tears away and gripped Derek's hand harder. Due to the completely over whelming situation Stiles had found himself in, he found it harder than usual to keep his emotions under control, something he had almost perfected back home. Without a word Derek, his Derek, manoeuvred Stiles onto his lap and wrapped his arms around the boy. Stiles buried his face in the croak of his alpha's neck and started sobbing and he gripped onto Derek with as much strength as he could manage.

Conversation was happening around him but Stiles couldn't focus, he was still half convinced he was dreaming. He was gripping Derek's shirt so tight with one hands his knuckles were white and finger tips had gone numb. The only two things keeping him grounded was the smell of his alpha, his Derek, his mate from his world and the gentle rhythmic contact of Derek's fingers running up and down his back.

The boy found himself skimming the edges of sleep, finding it increasingly harder to keep his eyes open and mind from drifting. For the first time in weeks he felt safe enough to let his guard down. Before Stiles knew what was happening he was being gently shaken back into consciousness.

When Stiles opened his eyes the room was dark but he could tell it was not the room he fell asleep in. for a split second he thought he was home, looking around the living room it looked so familiar but, it didn't feel quite right. He was home but he wasn't home, home. It took a few seconds for his brain to catch up with himself, having gotten used to so little sleep it was a shock to the system when he finally got a substantial amount.

"Morning." A familiar warm voice caught his attention. He looked towards the voice, looking at his dad in his arm chair, looking at him over his newspaper. Stiles' chest hurt looking at his dad 2, he looked almost the same as the one waiting for him at home. Only this man had more lines on his tired face, unsure if they were because of him or because of his evil twin. Stiles dreaded telling his father the truth if it causes this kind of worry. He took a breath pushing the worries aside, for now.

"Morning dad." Stiles croaked, sitting up slowly stretching out his stiffness. Sifting through his mind, sorting dream from reality and reality from hope, to try and remember how he ended up on the couch instead of his bed. It was harder than expected, his foggy mind was fighting against him, he did know though, that he felt more relaxed and calm that he had since he got to this world.

"So, I met your Derek." And in that split moment, the boy went from groggy to wide awake, and searching the room looking for signs that Derek was still there and hadn't left him, alone, again.

"Derek." He mumbled quietly, as if reminding himself that it happened and it wasn't another dream. Honey glazed eyes darted rapidly around the room, in a vain hope he would find that man hiding in plain sight. He found nothing and Stiles couldn't stop his breathing that became hard and erratic.

"You okay son?" John asked from his chair, newspaper forgotten from where it fell from John loosened grasp and fluttered to the floor.

Stiles tried to communicate, he tried to do something. Get his dad to help? To reassure him he didn't need help? He wasn't sure himself what he was trying to do but he failed at it anyway, because John was now on his feet making his way over. A deeply worried look etched into his face.

"Do you need something Stiles? Inhaler? Medications? Water?" He was a brilliant Sheriff could stare down the barrel of a gun and come out on top, without even a shaky hand. But at this moment the Sheriff looked helpless and lost that Stiles knew in that moment his evil twin never had panic attacks. Stiles loved him so much in that moment, he still tried to help him. "Stiles, breath slowly." Or he would have made these connections and thoughts if he didn't feel like his thoughts were swimming uphill against the tide in his brain to reach away sort of conclusion against anything. He felt stiff and boneless, alert and exhausted. His chest screamed at him from working so hard for so little air. "Son, it's okay."

Stiles was about two minutes from passing out, the edges of his vision had already began to spot with black. Stiles couldn't register the moment the front door swung open with a loud crack, the blood rushing too loudly in his ears to even hear it. He didn't notice when three Starbucks cups were hastily plonked onto the coffee table. The boy was only vaguely aware of the familiar soothing voice quietly speaking into his ear. The firm familiar chest pressed against his back seemed so far away that he didn't even register it was him that was feeling it. That same voice rang through is mind telling him when to breath, he heard the counts, felt the rise of the chest behind him. And slowly after many minutes Stiles calmed down. He didn't pass out and after a little while he opened his eyes and could breathe normally again.

"Derek." He whispered, knowing he could hear. He knew it was his Derek behind him. He was the only one that could touch him like that during one of his attacks, Derek was the only one that could talk him down no matter how far along it was. His alpha, his mate. He gently squeezed his alphas arm and leaned back against the chest behind him.

"I'm right here Stiles." The alpha whispered soothingly into the boy's ear, "I'm never leaving you again." Stiles nodded at that, but didn't trust his voice yet. "I love you stiles. I will always be here. We are in this together and we will get home together." Derek started to move to get out from behind him.

"Where are you going?" Stiles asked quickly, voice croaky, grabbing the man's sleeve.

"I'm just sitting beside you, I brought us coffee."

"Oh." Stiles replied, flushing red a little out of embarrassment. "Your dad is perfectly fine, just worried about you, do not worry about him Stiles he just misses you." Derek told him without having to be asked, knowing it would have been playing on the boy's mind the whole time he was here.

All three sat on the Stilinski couch as Derek handed out their drinks. Derek could feel less tension and worry in Stiles since hearing about his dad, the alpha glad he could provide that comfort for the boy.

"You know how I have my coffee?" John asked surprised after he took sip from the cup Derek had handed him. The man on the other side of the couch shrugged, tips of his ears a little pink as he bowed his head.

"It's the coffee the sheriff has back at home." He explained, John gave a surprised 'huh' before taking another sip.

"I'm glad the little things haven't changed." Stiles said softly and sleepily as he sipped his. "What's the other stiles choice of coffee? Is that the same?" the silence that followed was strangely awkward.

"I don't know how my son has his coffee. We don't really talk."

"Well I like a hazelnut latte if that helps." Stiles told him. John smiled in response, but it was clear how bad he felt about not knowing such a small insignificant detail about his own son.

"How is my son?" He asked Derek, worry evident in his voice.

"Exhausting." Derek told him with a small sigh before he took another sip. Stiles wanted to listen, he wanted to know how he was but it was hard to keep his eyes open, slouched heavily on Derek's shoulder he let his eyes drift shut. Derek took his coffee, placed it on the table before he wrapped an arm around the boy before he elaborated. "He's okay. Scott is pulling his hair out trying to keep him under control. It's been two days and he already knows how to push all our buttons. He took the news about werewolves surprisingly well, if anything he took it as a challenge to get us to lose control, Impressive really."

"Two days?" Stiles asked eye flying open as fast as his body would allow. "I've been here nearly two weeks."

"I guess time goes different in different universe." Derek whispered, running a hand through the boy's hair.

"So fucking weird." He murmured.

"Language." John shot instantly without thinking.

"Sorry." Again John was taken aback from the differences between this Stiles and his Stiles.

"So fucking weird." John repeated, making Stiles bark out a laugh.

"So according to you. You have realised what has happened and found a way to get to me in two days?"

"It wasn't hard to figure out Stiles." Stiles felt a little ashamed at how long it took him to realise. How quick he was to doubt Derek. "He smelt wrong, acting wrong and tried to come onto me calling me 'deputy', plus when I woke up in that hotel room, I was alone."

"You stayed all night?"

"I promised you I would. I just wish we could have both woken up in the same bed, and the same world."

"I love you." Stiles slurred before his eyes shut again, this time against his will. Derek smiled softly at the top of Stiles' head and placed a gentle kiss there whispering the endearment back.

"I didn't come to visit, I came to bring both Stiles' home."

"Thank god." John sighed, instantly feeling 7 stone lighter. They both looked over to Stiles for a reaction but found he had already passed out against Derek's shoulder and was snoring lightly. "When can I have my son back?"

"I have a tethering spell, it just needs to be completed it this side. Before the day is over everything will be sorted." They nodded to each other and fell into silence. Derek was itching to get back but did not want to rush Stiles, he needed to rest.

"Does he always get panic attacks?" John asked a little while later.

"They stated after his mom died. They are less common now, he is used to a lot of crap, but occasionally yeah. Does your Stiles not get them? You seemed kind, of shocked."

"This stiles got panic attacks after his mom's death, my Stiles got angry. He got an attitude, shut me out, and started not caring about school or rules. He started hanging out with the wrong people and started smoking away his problems."

"I didn't want to tell you about that."

"Every parent knows if their child smokes, they don't always let on to the child but we know. Unfortunately."

"He doesn't hate you, you know. Just before I left he was demanding to come as well, saying that his dad is alone and he needed to get back." John smiled at that, it didn't sound like his Stiles, though this wasn't exactly a normal situation.

"He loves you." John told him in return. "He spent the first week after he thought you left him, in a state of depression like I have never seen before. He couldn't go to school, barely ate, it almost killed me to watch him go through that. I know I am not technically his father but I am warning you, treat him well. If you hurt him, I will personally cross the universe with my loaded gun." Derek smiled at that, making John's eyebrows raise. It was not the reaction he was expecting.

"That is pretty much the speech the Sheriff already told me." Derek's gaze stolen again to the still form of Stiles next to him.

"He knows then."

"Yeah, we had to tell him everything. I know Stiles didn't want to let his father know to try and keep him safe. But to suddenly have a son from another universe, blackmailing shop workers for cigarettes, getting busted buying weed and trying push him to breaking point, we had no choice."

"Jesus." John replied with a sigh, feeling ashamed of his son's actions and making a promise to himself that it was going to change, that it had to change. "And he is alright with you two."

"Not at first, but he has come around to the idea. There are rules which Stiles won't like, but I will do anything to keep him."

"You're a good man." John told him, this Derek and his deputy although worlds apart in life experience and tragedy are very similar. They are both good men. He decided that if in this world his son and deputy find each other, it wouldn't be the worst thing to happen, in fact it could be good for Stiles. Plus there were worse son in laws to have in the world than a werewolf with super strength that would do anything to keep him safe. "How did all this happen?" John asked after the cups were drained and thrown away, and the Hales were called to set up their return journey.

"We ran a witch out of town a few days ago, she was a lot stronger than we realised and she let on." John nodded decided he didn't not need to know the details, all he needed was the return of his son.