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"Talking"

'Thinking'

{Talking on the phone}

{Text message}

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter XII

–Primo Miguel from Mexico–

Tuesday, 13 December 2011

MS's POV

It took a month for Lia to be allowed to leave the hospital. She had been so small. Smaller even than the normal baby size. Dad, Peter and Mrs. McCall watching over her while Stiles returned to school to do extra classes for what he missed. No teacher asking too much or overwhelming him with knowledge. He did the end of semester's exams and when he was done, Lia was finally allowed out. Even though the pregnancy, Stiles had no breast milk. Which meant that he didn't need to feed her himself. Stilinski House's guest room was turned into a nursery and Dad did take the time off for watching over his Granddaughter… only earlier than expected. Dad had wanted to look for Derek, but Stiles wasn't emotionally capable to care for his own daughter. Not right now. She was too small. He was too in shock.

Stiles climbed the jeep after giving his baby daughter a kiss. Peter staying uncharacteristically quiet as he saw Stiles get ready to leave. His father having paperwork to sign at the Station, even in his free time.

The others' leads had gone cold. Stiles had another lead that no one else could follow, though. His Spark and the Moon.

The jeep's door opened and Malia climbed in.

"What are you…?"

"Peter called. Your father told me to protect you a month ago."

Stiles nodded in tears. Four bodies jumped on top of the back of the jeep. He looked to find the Lost Boys and Scott.

"Alison, Lydia, Kira and Jackson agreed to watch over the land." Scott offered as another teenage girl entered into the backseat of Stiles' car, barely fitting between Malia's door and passenger seat.

"And Peter over Lia." Cora added. "Where to? Can you drive all the way yourself?"

"I only know that it's South and at the least four days ride if I take naps. 45 hours ride."

"We'll take shifts, then." Cora agreed. "Any idea why?"

"Spark and Moon don't like to explain themselves." Stiles retorted as he started the engine. "Thank you, all."

"Pack means family."

"Family means no one gets left behind." Malia recapitulated.

Stiles looked at her and then towards the others over the backway mirror.

"Very well: Who showed Lilu and Stitch to Malia?"

"Lydia." The four lied immediately.

Malia looked at the back group confused, before also saying «Lydia». Stiles felt like banging his head against the steering wheel.

"They showed, didn't they?" He asked his Sister-in-law.

"They did." Cora agreed. "Scott's new girlfriend's idea. Kira." She explained. "Something about being fit."

"Stitch was a machine of pure evil in a Hawaiian girl's hands."

"I know several Werewolves, one Shecoyote and one Shefox in a Californian Apprentice's hands." Cora agreed.

Stiles huffed.

"But yes, Malia. No one is left behind."

–TPD–

When it was Boyd's nightshift at driving, Stiles got a call.

{Please tell me you didn't.}

{I'm sorry, Dad.}

{I could have helped you, Son!}

{Someone had to stay and care for Lia… I love her, but I think I'm with post-natal depression or something.}

Dad sighed.

{When you return, you are dealing with that with Morrell.}

{Got it.}

{Tell your Teencubs that if they don't take you back in one piece they aren't seeing Lia for a year.}

Stiles looked at the rest who paled.

{They got the memo.}

{Good. Come back safe.}

Stiles hung up and leaned his head to the window, getting ready for sleep.

"Wanna talk about it?" Scott offered.

"It was all too sudden. I wasn't ready."

Stiles set a hand on his belly that was quickly decreasing. Even his baby scar was barely noticeable.

–TPD–

Thursday, 15 December 2011

"We're arriving." Boyd called as he parked. "Stiles, guide the way."

Stiles woke up, traded with Boyd and focused. Eventually, they left the jeep in a place called La Iglesia and walked to the old ritual sight. None of them asked how he knew and where to go, they just followed and opened the doors, or walls, for him. And then, they found Him.

"Is that…?" Isaac started.

Stiles' eyes watered.

"Yes, that's Derek."

A teenage-version Derek.

–TPD–

Saturday, 17 December 2011

They drove back, Derek sitting in the backseat between Stiles and Cora. Erica, Isaac and Scott trading places with Boyd at driving and riding in the open boot. Malia was gladly keeping her attention away.

"You are…?"

"I'm your sister Cora, Bearek."

Derek huffed automatically and Stiles would've laughed if he could've. His Derek before the Hale fire… his still remarkably innocent Derek.

Dad was outside the front door when they arrived two afternoons after, only for him to gape at finding teenage Derek. Stiles shook his head and pulled Derek inside.

"Stop pushing me around."

"Or what?"

"I'll bite your neck off with my teeth."

Stiles laughed even though it all.

"Not the first time you make that threat, Sourwolf. You didn't do it then, you definitely won't do it now." He climbed the stairs and, after some obvious debating, Derek followed him. Stiles entered his room, picked their date night picture and offered Derek. "That is you."

Derek picked the picture and looked at it for a real long time, then Stiles set the picture frame the Tates had given them in his hand.

"How can this be me?"

"Can you control your nose?"

Derek made an uncertain look and Stiles pointed to the laundry by the side in need of a good wash after a whole month of the teens using it for scent.

"You honestly want me to…?"

"For Christ's sake, Derek Adonis Hale! Just listen to your Mate for once!"

Confused, the teen approached and took a good sniff. Then he stared back surprised. Stiles turned around, leaving the room and Derek followed. Dad was before Lia's room with her. Derek looked uncertain towards the baby being offered.

"Sir."

"Her smell." Stiles offered.

Derek, uncertain, approached and took a deep breath to take in Lia's scent. Then he turned and stared at Stiles open-mouthed.

"She smells like us."

"Yeah… Cora, at what age does your Mother gives the Birds and Bees talk?" Stiles asked, knowing that he was heard with the way Werewolves had no sense of privacy.

Derek turned deep red as Cora climbed the stairs.

"I never got it, but I remember Derek being 13." Cora picked her Niece up and grabbed her wrist to show the bracelet at her brother. "We had one alike when we were her age, didn't we?"

Derek looked at it and then at Stiles' Dad.

"How is this possible… I… Kate…?"

"I'm still questioning the time-traveling possibility. That's where I'll draw the line of too much." The Human argued. "I'll better go down and prepare food to you all. Stiles, you are the first to get a shower. Derek… Stiles, you have clothes his size, right?"

"He must dress my size." Stiles agreed as he took a good look at his boyfriend's younger physic.

"Derek, you are taking a shower as well."

Dad descended the stairs and Stiles sighed.

"Cora…"

"Take a shower. I'll stay with my idiotic brother and my sweet niece."

Stiles nodded and entered the bathroom. When Stiles finished undressing the door opened and Peter threw Derek inside, who blushed deep red at Stiles' naked state.

"He has blue eyes. He's from before the fire but after '03, my best guess is between November and December of '04."

"He said Kate, so I supposed so." Stiles agreed. "I need a shower, Creepwolf."

"Always so charming, Pack Dad."

"I'm literally naked, the only thing I have is my sarcasm."

Peter smirked and left, closing a freaked-out Derek inside.

"I'm sorry for my uncle. He…"

"Derek, I've been dealing with Peter for practically a year. We're in two thousand…" Derek nodded. "And eleven."

Derek gaped.

"But…"

"You get now the time-travel talk from my freaking out Dad." Stiles agreed and entered the bathtub. "Peter locked the door, hasn't he?"

"He has."

"Want me to use the Pack Parent order for someone to let you out?" He proposed as he closed the curtains.

"You can?"

"My Derek is the Alpha of the Pack." Stiles agreed and turned on the water, letting it wash over him to hide his tears that he finally let fall.

"I'm Derek."

"But not the Derek that was stolen from me." Stiles agreed. "You don't share his memories. You don't remember me. Not even Lia. Lia who Derek named after both our mothers. Lia who was born prematurely because my Derek protected me from a shotgun."

A body showed under the shower, and Stiles was pulled into the teenage-Derek's clothed chest.

"If I am from the past then I will one day find you in my future. And this timeline Derek will do everything to return to you two." Stiles hiccupped and Derek held him close. "But if I was deaged…"

"Then I don't know because you aren't an Alpha and the Pack…"

"We'll find a solution." Derek offered and his hands started to massage Stiles' scalp. Stiles glanced up surprised. "You love my future-self that much."

"My Derek once jumped into the bath just like you just did. Took only his shoes and your Father's leather jacket out. I swore that, love-spell or not, I'd have him tattoo my first name on his heart if he ever looked at someone else again. He gave me this ring that day and when he came to pick me up from school later… he had had Peter actually tattoo the ten letters full of twirls and even a heart over his heart."

Derek cleaned a lonely tear away from Stiles' face.

"Sounds like something I'd do." He agreed soothingly and Stiles snorted. "Shower. You have an entire Pack needing your backup."

Blushing, Stiles obeyed. Not once Derek left the tub nor made a move to undress himself.

"I'll have a set of clothes for you in my room when you are done."

Derek nodded and Stiles left as Derek started to undress himself. Stiles nodded at Peter at the entrance, before he entered his bedroom. He noticed Peter had put a line of some type of mountain ash at the bathroom entrance to give them privacy.

–TPD–

DH's POV

"You may enter, Uncle Peter." Peter entered, closing the door behind himself and reapplying the silence dust. "The Pack Dad really loves my other-self."

"Stiles was the Pack Dad long before he become Derek's Mate." Peter agreed, leaning against the bathroom wall and crossing his arms as Derek quickly showered himself.

"You haven't changed one bit." Derek grumbled and Peter laughed at his comment. "Cora…"

"She's just worried you will hurt the Pack Dad to the point of breaking the mating."

"I did my best not to… even if just for my other-self's sake." Peter hummed as Derek touched his chest. "Did you really…?"

"Your older-self asked for it. He is cheesy for Stiles like that. Made me turn the nursery back at his loft into an actual DC paradise."

"Lia's bracelet…"

"Derek made them engrave the Robin's symbol in the place of the first surname on purpose. Stiles can't give her his surname. Not yet anyway."

"And the Deputy?"

"He turned Sheriff around the timeline you are in, if I'm not mistaken."

Derek left the tub and accepted the towel, Peter looking at Derek's back surprised.

"What?"

"I had forgotten you don't have the triskele yet."

"I have a triskele?"

"On your back. Must be after your time. After Kate."

"What happened with that? Everyone tenses up when I mention her."

Peter obviously frowned.

"She burnt our whole family and I scratched her neck open as payback." Derek gaped. "I went through a rogue era and, if not for other-you and Stiles, I wouldn't be here."

Derek nodded and left with Peter. Pack Dad was dressed and ready. His eyes watering at seeing Derek's naked chest.

"The clothes are over the bed." The Human offered and run downstairs, while shouting at Cora that was her turn and to bring Malia with her to teach her what showering with soap and shampoo meant.

"Malia was stuck as a coyote for seven years." Peter explained as Derek entered the bedroom to change.

He couldn't help but notice that the pictures were face down. He straightened them in impulse, only to frown at his reaction.

"I'm not the Derek that Pack Dad needs me to be. Why do I feel the Mate pull?"

"Timeline doesn't matter. He is the Mate that Moon choose for you." Peter explained and looked out the room as the front door could be heard. "Hell!" He snarled at something he scented.

"What is it?"

"My Mate's ex is here. Which means trouble for my Mate and her Son."

Derek nodded that he didn't need babysitting and Peter left to go towards his own Mate. Derek dressed and descended. A group of teenagers that he didn't know were wooing at his other-self's Daughter.

"Father, why are you here?" Pack Dad's Brother asked.

If Derek remembered correctly, this one was Scott. Which meant… Peter's Son-in-law?

"You promised to have a dinner with me and then disappeared. You missed the last couple days of school and…"

"Pleasure, Sir. Stiles and his friends came to pick me up from Mexico to meet the new member of the family."

"And who might you be?"

"Miguel." One of the guys, that Derek didn't know, was fast to point out. "Derek's Cousin."

The adult, obviously an Agent of the law, frowned.

"¿Por qué viniste aquí, Miguel?"

"Mi primo tuvo un bebé. ¿Por qué no vendría?" The Agent was left gaping. "Ahora… ¿adonde está mi sobrina Lia?"

Derek turned around, approached the teen who had named him and the other offered him Lia. She was small. Premature small.

Derek entered the kitchen as Scott, Scott's mother and a supportive Peter dealt with the woman's ex. Pack Dad was helping his father set up sandwiches industrial size.

"You speak Spanish?" The Sheriff asked and Derek nodded.

"Would be strange if I wouldn't considering that I came from Mexico." Derek agreed and the adult laughed. "Why everyone calls her Lia?"

"Talia Claudia Hale." The Sheriff offered. "Stiles thought that if we kept calling her Talia that people would think of your Aunt."

Derek nodded as the black guy and the blonde climbed for their shower.

"It's a big Pack."

"Malia and Kira are new, Malia joined almost two months ago and Kira last month… around the time Derek disappeared." Pack Dad offered. "Dad helps out at keeping everyone in peace. No one wants to mess with the Sheriff. Not even Derek and Peter."

Pack Dad looked at the front door as Scott's father approached after Scott left with his mother and Peter.

"Where is Derek anyway? Did the young man run to another female in Sacra…?"

Derek held back Pack Dad one-handed, only for Sheriff himself to punch the Agent.

"Stiles watched Derek being shot with a shotgun in the chest, Rafael! Being hit in the crossfire himself as Derek forced him with Malia into protection."

Derek tensed as he held the furious Pack Dad with one arm, the other arm holding their special burden. Pack Dad had entered into labor because of older-Derek being shot…

Before Agent Rafael spoke, Cora and Malia and the stranger-teens were before them.

"Agent McCall, leave the house." An obviously jock and member of the school team ordered. "You are overstepping your boundaries."

"Who are you to…?"

"My father is a lawyer. I know enough of laws to know that you are overstepping. Stiles just watched his boyfriend being hit in the chest for him on the night of his boyfriend's birthday. He entered into 12 hours of surgery the morning after." Derek shivered. "And you came here and make fun of him, when he isn't present, for actually doing the responsible thing and agreeing to take his child in after an one-night-stand girl called to say that if he wouldn't she'd abort?"

"Stiles'… boyfriend? What? Stiles didn't have a real male figure in his life?"

This time it was Derek that needed calming down.

"I had a better Father figure than my brother Scott." Pack Dad argued, which made even Derek snort at the obvious verbal spat in the Agent's face. "I just happen to like to have a man between my legs as well. Besides, look at Danny. He has good Mother and Father figures and he still turned out gay."

The guy who had named Derek raised an eyebrow at the Agent.

"I'm also part of the lacrosse team. I'm the best goalkeeper."

"Rafael, out!" Sheriff ordered and the Agent, uncertain, obeyed. "«I like a man between my legs»? Stiles!"

"One man, but still counts." Pack Dad babbled shyly at being reprimanded and Derek saw him physically holding back a shifted Isaac. "Go shower, Isaac. If Boyd and Erica aren't done then they shouldn't be making out instead."

Isaac offered his neck through his neckscarf, before he walked away and up the stairs. Derek raised an eyebrow at 'Danny'.

"Cousin Miguel?"

"First time I met Derek that's how Stiles introduced him to me. He was wearing that exact horrible orange and blue t-shirt that day."

A strawberry-blonde girl approached to whisper:

"When you change clothes do me a favor and throw that out. I've been trying for months – Stiles doesn't even let me near five steps from it." She whined.

Derek smiled despite everything. Everyone was so obviously a family…

A hand appeared on his shoulder and he looked up at the Sheriff, as the others left the kitchen with the food trays.

"Derek created the family but Stiles kept us together. That's how they worked." The man explained and helped Derek on how to carry Lia better. "Any idea how you happened?"

"None yet… no tattoos that other-Derek had. Which freaks out the Pack Dad."

"Stiles keeps us together… but Derek kept him together. Derek said that Stiles had turned into his Center, but he was Stiles' Center already."

Derek looked at the living room where Pack Dad was reprimanding the lawyer-son for taking too many sandwiches and not leaving enough for everyone.

"He doesn't need Miguel but Derek."

"Even if you smile more and are obviously happier than our Derek." The Sheriff agreed. "You still aren't our Derek."

"And yet, I am Derek."

Sheriff nodded and smiled back.

"Peter told you what happened, didn't he?" Derek nodded. "We told him that you should be told slowly… then again only Stiles can tell him what to do, anyway. Not even other-you could tell Peter what to do."

"Peter said that Kate burnt our family and he went rogue, slashing her throat open."

Sheriff nodded, sitting with him by the kitchen table.

"In a matter of speaking. Peter entered into a coma for six years because he was also burnt and went mad in an awake comatose state." Derek shivered. "Derek had to stop him from killing Stiles back then. That's when Derek turned Alpha."

"How is Peter alive, then?"

"I'm still new into the whole Supernatural World, but I hear it involves Lydia's Banshee powers and some Druid magic."

Derek nodded.

(TBC)

To anyone wondering why even though the Sheriff is on time off and still has to go sign paperwork: My mother once caught a fever in December and she works 45 min away from home and she's like the top rank of the Ambient protection in Portugal. So they would send people with paperwork for her to sign, they even pinpointed exactly the location where she'd have to sign. It was the budget for the next year that no one else could sign – among other things.

As the Sheriff I believe that he also needs to take care of a lot of these type of paperworks. And even if Rafael McCall takes care of other type of files that doesn't exactly need to be the sheriff – like some people did with my mother's paperwork – there's still lots that needs to be him himself.

Next chapter: If You Are There With Me

~Isys