Stiles didn't find his dad in the hospital room. He wasn't in the mood to ask a nurse so he just found him his way. He sighed loudly when he finally located his father. He went down a few floors and stopped at a door in an empty hallway. He looked through the glass to see his father standing by a body. Donovan's body. Stiles breathed in and out and opened the door to the morgue. The sheriff looked up at his son with a concerned face. Stiles slowly approached him, standing at the other side of the body.

"Theo told me how this went down," the sheriff begun, nodding to the corpse. "But it didn't happen to him, am I right?"

Stiles gulped and looked away. He knew that he has show emotions because his dad thinks it happened just a few days ago, and of course, that he is just human. Stiles had to have at least glassy eyes. He needed a few seconds for that, but that added on credibility. When he raised his head again, his eyes were watery. Stiles even felt a tear running down his cheek. It seemed that it hurt his father to see his son like this.

"I... don't know what to do with it..."

Stiles didn't like this at all, making up lies to make his father feel better. For Stiles it was years and he already went through this by himself. How can act like this is the worst thing he did, ever. How can he listen to his dad, comforting him, when he knows what he did. All these thoughts were going through Stiles' mind while he cried in front of his father, looking devastated and broken.

"Stiles, why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think I could tell anyone..."

"Do you think that I wouldn't protect you?"

"I... I don't know.

"I would destroy every evidence. I would even burn the police station to the ground if I had to."

Stiles dried his cheeks with a sleeve and smiled sadly.

"Since... That, I feel different...," Stiles admitted. He certainly did feel different. And after he killed Donovan, he felt weird, like something was taken away from him. But the more he took lives, the less did he noticed this odd feeling.

"Yes. That just happens when you take a life. When I shot a man... It was like something broke inside me and I couldn't fix it..."

"And is it fixable?"

"Well... If yes... I haven't figured it out, yet. But I got better with doing good deeds."

"As?"

"Saving another life."

"Well, I saved yours and I don't feel any different," Stiles thought.

"It will get better, Stiles. Trust me," he added. He walked around to hug Stiles tightly. Stiles could feel that his father is still a little weaker because of the wound in his chest. He didn't heal it because that would be too obvious, but he wished he could make him feel better. To take the pain away.

On the way home, they were silent. Stiles parked his Jeep in front of the house and hurried to open the car door for his dad, helping him out of the vehicle.

"That's okay, son. I'm able to walk."

"Hm." Stiles let go of him but still watched him carefully. "You sit down and I'll make you some proper food, alright?" Stiles said. The sheriff didn't protest, because he started feeling biting pain in his chest again, so he sat down in the kitchen and watched Stiles cook.

"The doctors said it was almost a miracle that I got well..."

"Really? Well, let's be glad that the miracle happened."

"Did you guys have something in common with it?"

"We? No," Stiles lied, "you gotta have a good immune system."

"Yeah. That must be it."

Stiles knew that his dad didn't trust him on this, but he also knew that he won't ask any more questions.

They ate in silence. Stiles realized that this was his first proper food since he returned from hell. After finishing their meal, Stiles cleaned the dishes and his father had a cup of tea.

"So, what are the news from the supernatural area? the sheriff asked.

"Well, not much. The dread doctors are still out there... Theo is planning something again and we have the beast in town..."

"And how are your friends? Scott? Did u forgive him?"

Stiles finished cleaning the dishes and sat down to the dining table.

"Yeah... Better than to poison myself with hatred, I guess."

"Hm... Good. You know, it wasn't his fault that-"

"I know dad, you don't have to tell me."

"...Well, if something comes up, you can talk to me, okay?"

"Yeah. And vice versa, 'kay?"

"Of course."

...

"So, ready for the bio test?" Stiles asked Scott who was putting books into his locker.

"Eh, I did learn something, but I think that I still need help."

"Sure, just gimme your notes and wait for me to... Well, get into your head."

"Hah, yeah... So, I guess that we'll hear each other in a few," Scott chuckled and went into his class. He sat down and nervously played with his fingers. The teacher entered the room and begun loudly: "Good morning, class! I hope that you are prepared for today's test!"

The class groaned and the teacher started giving out the tests. Scott looked at the test and read the first question. He was suprised that he knew the answer, so he continued marking the right answers. But then he got stuck and he realized, that Stiles hasn't contacted him, yet. Scott looked at the clock on the wall, making him feel even more stressed.

Suddenly, he heard a light voice. Scott froze and tried to focus on it. It became louder.

"Scott?" a voice sounded in his head. It was slightly confusing at the beginning, having someone else in his head.

"Scott... I don't wanna speak too loudly, it could overwhelm you, but you gotta respond. Just think the words. It will come naturally..."

"Eh, is... Yeah... I hear you... Wow that's weird, I-"

"Try to focus a little bit and don't let your thoughts wander off."

"Yeah, okay, sorry. So... Look up genetics..."

"Uh-huh. On it."

Stiles was quickly going through the pages and telling Scott what he needed to know. After several minutes, Scott was done with his quiz and just checked again his answers.

"Done."

"Yeah? Great."

"Well, you can hang around for a while, I've still fifteen minutes..."

"Sure, if you don't mind me being in your head for another fifteen..."

"Nah, it's kinda cool. And way cheaper than calling. We could do this more often... And it surely comes in handy if somebody was in trouble."

"Hm, yeah."

"You don't sound that hyped about it."

"No, no. Sure, it's useful... I just don't wanna use it all the time, I guess. I sorta miss the simple things... Like calling somebody. And, to be honest, I do feel a little guilty when I do things like that... I don't know... It just doesn't seem fair to others, somehow."

"So, let's find a sensible balance. Hm?"

"That sounds good."

"Yeah... And how is your dad?"

"Good, good... He just doesn't believe me that we didn't have anything in common with his healing process."

"Well, he's gonna find out at some point..."

"I guess."

"And what about Malia? Have you talked with her about the break-up and stuff..."

"Not that much..."

"So, nothing at all?"

"Well, what is there to talk about? We broke up and I went to hell for a few years."

"I don't know, you two still seem a little awkward together. Do you still care about her?"

"What's that for a question? Of course I care about her, big time. I was in love with her, I will always care about her."

"Aren't you worried about her? She is not in school again, and she is distancing herself."

"I'm worried about her. I just don't wanna control her 24/7. I don't have the right to do that. But time to time, I do check her out if she's alright. If anything bad were happening and her life would be endangered, I would step in."

"Good to know... Did you miss her there?"

"Sure, I missed all of you..."

"You had to feel quite lonely..."

"Well, yeah and no... I had there somebody."

"Yeah, Omri, right?"

"...Not only him. There was some other demon who was supposed to teach me stuff. Her name is Kazi."

"And how was she?"

"For a demon? She was alright. She wasn't this 'I'm super evil', she was kinda easy-going..."

"So, you were friends?"

"Well... I guess that she was some kind of a mentor/ally with benefits."

"Oh, so you weren't that lonely..."

"I could say that with her it was more bearable... But she wasn't around for the whole time."

"Where did she go?"

"Not sure. After like eight years, she vanished. Abaddon said that there was no need for her anymore. But I think that he found out about us and didn't like it, so he sent her away... Maybe even punished her."

"Oh, poor Kazi."

"Hm. Hey, the class is about to end, gonna see you at lunch. Nice mind-talk."

"Yeah, so see you in a few," Scott said in his mind but didn't hear any respond. He had his head for only himself again. There was so much about Stiles' stay in hell he didn't know about, but Scott wanted to be patient. Stiles was slowly revealing how it was there and that was just alright. Scott didn't want to rush this. He was just glad that he had his friend back. And that he made the test.