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Stiles' brow furrowed as he stared at the familiar object.

"Isaac, why do you have one of Uncl-"

"Get out of the way!" Isaac yelled picking up the crystal and this time protecting Stiles from the latest attack from Shadow.

"This crystal was thrown at us by him." Isaac stated lowly while he lay in the grass beside Stiles.

Stiles looked over at Isaac as if he slapped him.

The young mage searched Isaac's eyes hoping that what he was being told wasn't the truth. Isaac's gaze was unwavering though, there wasn't a lie to be found in his eyes.

"We have to tell Gen and Élan." Stiles stated immediately. He knew that Scott and Derek already heard what they were saying.

"We can't." Isaac protested. "Élan can't know about this, it would kill him."

"Get out of the way." Gen shouted as Shadow fired another burst of water at them.

Stiles glared daggers at the curly haired werewolf. "You really think that Élan would be better off not knowing this?"

Isaac fought the urge to flinch as he felt Derek give him a powerful glare.

"Know what?" Élan questioned hearing his name called.

Due to being so distracted, Élan was unable to see Shadow until he elbowed him in the face, the blow knocked him back pretty far.

Stiles stared at the shadow creature angrily before charging at him with a sword he created by combining his powers.

"Stiles!" Derek growled warningly.

The young mage ran over to Shadow and thrust his sword right into his arm.

Shadow did something with his face that looked like a scoff before he grabbed Stiles by his wrist and began draining him of his powers.

Stiles' sword disappeared as the young mage felt himself getting weaker and weaker as the seconds passed.

Luckily, Derek was able to deliver a mighty punch to Shadow's face which knocked him away. He caught Stiles just as he was about to fall to the ground.

"Regardless of who this is we have to stop him." Derek stated sternly.

Stiles nodded grimly. He knew that he had a duty to stop Shadow. This man has caused too much suffering for him to be shown any mercy.

"The only question is how are we going to stop him?" Scott pointed out. "Nothing we do really hurts him."

"If only we could get just one good hit out on him." Stiles said solemnly.

Derek raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you have a plan?"

"Well-"

Without warning, Gen grabbed Stiles and put him over his shoulder as he ran toward Élan and hid them behind his back.

The werewolves looked at him in confusion before they all turned to Shadow. He seemed to be summoning another glowing hexagon only this time it was blinking light blue.

"What is he doing?" Isaac asked worriedly.

"Let's not find out." Derek growled before charging at the shadow creature.

The hexagon started to blink rapidly until it unleashed a wave of energy that seemed to be drawing them all closer. The suction didn't seem to have that much effect on the werewolves but it did seem to be pulling in the mages at an alarming speed.

"What's going on?" Scott yelled.

"This is how he captures mages." Gen shouted. "This spell is able to suck us into his hexagon, it's like a portable prison."

"So this is how he makes everyone disappear." Stiles said with a humorless chuckle only to choke when he also felt his magic being drained once again.

Élan held onto his cousin as he felt himself getting weaker and weaker, he's never had something like this happen to him before.

"It only affects us mages." Gen grumbled not being as affected by his magic being drained since he's fought Shadow before. "I don't think this guy is used to fighting anyone except us."

He's used to fighting only mages? Stiles thought to himself. That made using his grandfather's gift even more tempting to use.

Gen's point was proven since Isaac was able to sprint up to Shadow and claw at his face thus stopping his suction spell.

"I didn't want to be right about you." Isaac said lowly bringing his hands down around Shadow's neck. "I never wanted you to be as horrible as I thought you were!"

Shadow delivered a swift kick to Isaac's stomach causing him to go flying.

Fortunately, Derek and Scott were there to stop him from going too far. Unfortunately, Shadow was smart enough to take this opportunity to blast all three of them with an elemental attack.

The three werewolves were thrown to the ground, their bodies withering in pain.

The mages were relieved that Shadow's spell was gone but they were still struggling since their powers were drained.

Gen panted as he leaned on his knee. He thought that he would have been able to withstand Shadow's powers this time, but he used too much energy trying to fight him off at first. He's weaker than he should be right now.

"Uncle Dover." Stiles hissed his eyes burning with betrayal as he stared dead at Shadow.

Gen turned to his little brother swiftly. His eyes darted between Stiles and Shadow.

"Stiles, what the hell are you talking about?" Gen demanded.

"He's right." Élan said with a nod. "We should get my father to help us out, his crystal is on the porch."

Stiles gave his cousin a pitying look, he completely misinterpreted what he said. He would have taken this time to correct him but Shadow was sprinting toward them.

"We have to defeat him and desperate times call for desperate measure." Stiles stated pulling the black box out of his pocket.

"What's that?" Élan asked curiously.

"Just something from my grandpa." Stiles answered simply.

Opening the box, Stiles revealed the hidden item to be one of the discs that his Mage Hunter family used against him.

"Where the hell did gramps get something like that?" Gen demanded his mouth open slightly.

"I'm pretty sure you're not thinking of right grandpa." Stiles said dryly.

Both of Gen's eyebrows rose. "You met mom's parents?"

Stiles turned away from Gen not wanting to have this conversation. Not really knowing what to do, the young mage started moving the disc around until it attached itself to his wrist.

"Whoa, it's like a magnet." Stiles gasped in awe.

"Do you know how to use that thing?" Élan asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well…"

Stiles had no time to answer him as Shadow was literally right on top of them. As the creature brought his fist down on him, the young mage threw up the hand with the disc attached to it hoping something would happen.

Thankfully, the disc did do something. As soon as Stiles caught Shadow's fist, the disc started glowing and the proceeded to drain Shadow of his powers.

Gen, seeing what was happening, thrust out his hand and immobilized the shadow creature. He may not have much power left but he would make do with what he has.

Derek growled as he spotted an opportunity and went in for the kill.

Shadow had been prepared for this however, with a muffled yell he unleashed a typhoon from his body which hit everyone him.

Though Gen was struggling within the water, he was still able to maintain his control. This was not the case for Stiles, he was coughing violently as the water got in his face and all over his body.

With an explosion of water and light from Shadows' spell and Stiles' disc, the two of them separated having been blown a good ways away from each other.

Stiles breathed heavily as he stared down at the disc on his wrist. It was glowing even brighter than before now.

"Okay, now I just have to figure out how to use this thing." Stiles muttered to himself.

As he stared at an enraged looking Shadow who was stomping toward all of them, Stiles could only hope that using this disc was as easy his relatives made it look.

Throwing out his hand, Stiles was shocked when four little blades came out and flew toward Shadow.

The creature was light on his feet and managed to dodge two of them, but the other two hit him square in the chest.

"Cool." Stiles nodded looking quite impressed with himself. He turned to Derek and nodded his head at Shadow.

The Alpha wolf nodded back and ran toward the creature.

Shadow tried to dodge out of the way again but Stiles threw blades at his knees effectively stopping him from moving.

Derek wrapped his arms around Shadow's neck and put him in a chokehold.

Stiles smirked in satisfaction before he felt a sharp stinging sensation. He hissed and gripped his wrist as he could feel the pain all the way into his bones.

"Damn." Stiles groaned in pain.

"What's wrong?" Élan questioned worriedly. He ran over to his cousin to see if he had any injuries.

"It hurts to control this thing." Stiles stated looking down at the disc on his wrist.

Élan took his cousins hand in his and began to heal it the best he could with so little power available to him.

Meanwhile, the werewolves were still busy holding Shadow captive.

"Do we have to kill him?" Isaac asked worriedly looking over as Derek tried to snap Shadow's neck but was having no luck with it.

"He's a murderer Isaac." Derek reminded him tightening his grip on the creature. "He just tried to kill us all."

"Yeah but…"

"You can't protect Élan from everything Isaac," Derek said bluntly, "especially something as big as this."

Isaac clenched his fists hard enough to draw blood. Feeling eyes on him, the curly haired werewolf turned to find his lover staring at him in concern.

"But…knowing this might break him." Isaac said lowly fighting off the crack he could hear trying to come out of his voice.

Scott put a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe, but he still has a right to know."

"You should let me use it." Gen held out his hand to his little brother and gestured to the disc on his wrist.

Stiles shook his head. "Naw, I got it. This thing's hard to break in but I can handle it."

Gen groaned in frustration. "This is no time to be stubborn. I know you hate me but we're trying to survive here."

"I'm not being stubborn, I truly believe that I can handle this." Stiles argued. "And just because I don't think of you as my brother doesn't mean I hate you."

"What? Really?" Gen said with raised eyebrows.

Stiles grumbled as he stood up keeping his eyes away from Gen's. "Maybe when this is over we can talk about getting to know each other as friends."

"…Sure, that sounds great." Gen said after a while as a slow smile came onto his face.

Élan smiled at the two brothers before he stared at Shadow who was still struggling under Derek's strength.

"Should we really kill him?" Élan questioned. "Maybe we should bring him back to my dad so we can find out where all of our missing relatives are."

Stiles turned to his cousin and stared at him with a look of pure sorrow. He couldn't let Élan stay in the dark any longer, he had to know.

"Élan, we can't take that guy to your father. That guy is your-"

Stiles was cut off when Shadow's unleashed his power once again. A powerful burst of energy allowed him to escape Derek's clutches and charge forward.

He seemed to be targeting both Élan and Stiles since he was coming straight toward them. The two of them were stunned, unable to respond quickly enough to the oncoming assault.

Gen grabbed the disc off of Stiles' wrist and faced Shadow. Out of pure will and determination, the disc formed a blade on it.

With quick reflexes, Gen was able to dodge Shadow's fist and move forward to stab him right in the stomach.

The blade was able to pierce through whatever shield Shadow had on him as it left a big gaping wound right in his stomach.

Shadow choked on his spit as he slowly backed away and fell to his knees onto the ground.

Almost ominously, the darkness surrounding him faded revealed his true form.

Élan's breath hitched as he recognized who it Shadow really was immediately.

"D-D-D," Élan was struggling talk. He just didn't know what he could say right now.

"Élan." Isaac whispered running over to his lover's side. Élan paid him no mind since he was in too much shock.

Stiles gulped as he looked over and saw who had been attacking them. It had indeed been his Uncle Dover.

With some strange timing, Deaton and John just then arrived. They ran out of the car to check up on everyone.

"Stiles! Is everyone alright?" John questioned before he caught sight of his brother.

"What? What the hell is going on?" John demanded looking around at the group standing before him.

Dover chuckled roughly through all of his pain.

"This is just perfect, even my brother has showed up for my little secret to be revealed." Dover said darkly.

"Uncle Dover is the one that's been attacking everybody in the family all this time." Stiles told his father quietly.

John slowly brought a hand to his chest thinking that his heart was about to stop at any moment.

"No, no, no." Élan denied shaking his head in disbelief. "That isn't true, that isn't true at all."

"Élan-"

"He's under a spell." Élan proclaimed with a slightly crazed look in his eyes. "He's being controlled by somebody."

Everyone just stared at him wondering if he truly believed what he was saying.

Élan ignored them all and ran toward his father and kneeled beside him.

"Dad! Dad!" Élan shouted frantically. "It was a spell that made you do this right? Tell me who put you under the spell."

Dover didn't pay attention to his sons rambling, he wasn't paying attention to any of them actually. He was just staring up at the sky.

"Selena, I'm so sorry that I can't fulfill my promise to you." Dover said gruffly. "I swore to protect the family and I failed."

Élan's brow furrowed when his father brought up his mother.

From his pocket, Dover held up a crystal. "This was supposed to be a safe haven for all of the exceptional members of our family. Selena, you saw me put them all in here for their own safety. I did this all for them, so they wouldn't become targets for our enemies and suffer like you did."

When Gen walked over and snatched the crystal out of Dover's hand, the older mage didn't even seem to care. He was just too far gone.

"None of them understood the method to my madness Selena." Dover said with a humorless chuckle, he was trying with all his might to fight off the pain he was feeling. "They didn't see how I was protecting them, not even our own son."

"Dad?" Élan said his eyes filling with tears.

With a small smile, Dover closed his eyes and he fell to the ground. His body lay there still and lifeless.

Everyone grew silent as they took in the situation, or at least tried to. They stared at Dover's motionless body not really knowing what to do.

For a moment, nothing could be heard but Élan's screams of utter and complete anguish.

…

About a week later was time of Dover's funeral. The event was surprisingly peaceful despite how much grief the man had caused everyone. The people that spoke about him at the funeral were kind and respectful, they only talked about all the good he did for their family.

No one had a problem with burying him in the Stilinski family burial plot either, they felt that this was where he belonged.

"All of this is just one big gigantic mess." Stiles said dryly. He was looking around Élan's house, or what's about to be his former house, and took in his surroundings.

Stiles took his time going upstairs to where he knew Élan's room was. About an hour ago Élan said he was going to start packing his things, he was going to be moving into Stiles' house in Beacon Hills.

When Stiles got upstairs he saw an emotionally distraught Isaac standing in front of his cousin's door.

"He won't open the door?" Stiles guessed worriedly.

Isaac shook his head. "He's opened the door a couple times, but I can't get him to eat anything."

Stiles nodded his head. "It's a step in the right direction, it's all we can ask of him right now."

The curly haired werewolf nodded silently, he still looked a bit shook up from everything that happened.

"Are you alright?" Stiles asked his friend.

Isaac raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you alright? I'm upset because Élan's upset but Dover was your uncle."

Stiles sniffed and turned his head away. "I don't know. I just wish I could have seen this coming. Uncle Dover might have been a little stiff and strict but he was family. It's hard to think that the guy that used to send me things for my birthday, watch Élan and I play with our toys when we were kids, and even change my diapers would try and kill me. He was my uncle, I loved him. I…I just…"

Isaac enveloped Stiles in a hug when he saw tears run down the young mages eyes. Stiles returned the hug wholeheartedly.

"Did you see my dad come up here?" Stiles asked once the two of them broke apart.

"Yeah, he went into Dover's room." Isaac replied.

"Okay… and thanks." Stiles said gratefully.

Isaac gave him a small smile before he went back into Élan's room.

Summoning up his courage, Stiles walked across the hall and opened up Dover's door. The young mage saw his father sitting on the bed just looking at a couple of old photos.

"I don't know where Dover and I picked up our trait of suffering in silence." John said not turning around to face his son. "We didn't get it from our parents, they've always taught us to be open and always speak our minds."

"We never listened though." John said quietly with a humorless chuckle. "We always preferred to bottle up all our problems and keep things to ourselves. This tactic failed us every single time but we just kept on doing it."

John then turned around and faced his son. "I should have talked to him more about Selena's death, I knew that he was bottling something up but I never pressed him on it."

"Don't go there, don't you even think about going there." Stiles commanded. "This is not your fault."

Stiles moved closer and grabbed his father by his shoulders. "Listen, there was nothing you could have done to help him. He's Bruce Wayne. Do you know who Bruce Wayne is?"

"A comic book character?" John asked looking stunned that his son would even bring this up at a time like this.

"A persona." Stiles answered pointedly. "Bruce Wayne is nothing but a mask for Batman, a man bent on revenge and his own definition of justice. The real Bruce Wayne died when his parents died. That must have been have happened with Uncle Dover, when Aunt Selena died he must have died too. There would have been nothing you could have done or said to stop from doing what he felt he had to do, nothing."

John stared at his son looking conflicted on what he could do or say at the moment.

"Do you think I'm like that?" John asked sounding more shy than Stiles has ever heard him in his life. "Did you ever once think that I was a Bruce Wayne, do think I treat you like my brother treated Élan?"

Stiles immediately shook his head. "No, you've always been Clark Kent. You keep secrets but only to protect everyone. The only time you put on a mask is when you put on your police uniform."

Silently, John wrapped his arms around his son thankful that his son didn't hate or despise him.

The two of them stayed like this for a while, the hug symbolizing a moment of change for both of them.

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Two months later Stiles found himself up on his roof staring up at the sky just engrossed by his own thoughts.

He had just gotten through reading the journal his uncle left behind and it was not pretty. It had both some old and new revelations within it.

Everyone knew that the people Dover had captured over the years were kept hidden within his crystals. Unfortunately, most of them died from not only being deprived of food and water, but also from Dover using their powers through the crystals to cast spells.

Dover had a page in his journal dedicated to everyone he captured or was going to capture from Stiles' mother, to Gen, and even his own son.

Apparently, Dover had known the whole time that Stiles' mother came from a Mage Hunter family. While looking through his journal, it seemed as if Dover was conflicted on how to deal with this information. While he did acknowledge Edna as family, he hated her for where she came from. Dover decided to leave Edna alone, and was going to keep doing so, until he witnessed how powerful Gen was at such a young age. Fearing her ability to produce powerful children, Dover decided to kill Edna. Since he didn't feel comfortable putting her in a crystal along with the born Stilinski's, he figured that killing Edna would be a better alternative for her (this was Dover's own words). He hadn't planned on his brother, Gen, and Stiles to be in the house at the time but he decided that the fire would be a mercy killing for them as well.

It was quite strange how Dover acted toward his son. Looking at what was written in his journal, he clearly wanted Élan to be able to take care of himself, but not to the point that he would be noticeable. That could be why Dover went out of his way to make his son's training as overly complicated as possible, he wanted to keep him in a place where he wouldn't be a target for himself.

It seemed that Dover was almost afraid of himself, to the point where he didn't know how he was going to treat his own son. Dover had truly evolved into something that not even he could control.

"We have to stop meeting like this." Stiles said mockingly as Derek climbed onto the roof and sat beside him.

"You have to stop going up on the roof all the time." Derek replied chastising him somewhat.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "How's everyone doing?"

Derek shrugged as he wrapped an arm around Stiles' waist. "They're as good as they can be right now."

The relationship between Stiles, John, and Alan is changing for the better. No more secrets will be kept between them anymore. Both John and Alan have realized that they won't get a chance like this again so they are taking steps to fixing their bond with Stiles.

Stiles and Gen are slowly becoming friends, though they are not there yet. The process would go a lot faster if Gen would stop trying to start fights with Derek whenever he sees the two of them together.

Right now, Stiles wasn't really sure if Élan was clinging to Isaac or if Isaac was clinging to Élan but he wasn't complaining. Isaac practically lives at his house now, he never leaves. Élan still doesn't look too good but it has only been two months, you can't expect much from him.

"Élan's going to be okay." Stiles said confidently. "I'm going to make sure it."

Derek squeezed Stiles' shoulder. "All of you are going to be okay."

Stiles smiled sweetly at Derek. They briefly kissed each other before the stared up at the sky once again.

"I love you." Stiles confessed softly to Derek while he stared up at the night sky.

Derek brought his head down and nuzzled it in Stiles' neck. The unspoken words rang clear as a bell for the young mage.

All of them were going to be alright because they were a family. Things might be rough for them when they were alone but together they could power through any obstacle.

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Time really does fly when you're having fun. It's almost hard for me to believe that I've completed this story.

I would like to thank all my reviewers/commenters for all of your support. It never mattered to me whether a review/comment was one word or one paragraph, every single one of them brought a smile to my face.

I'd like to give a special thank you to lyokoyaoi for being my beta. I already told you how much I appreciate all the work you've done for me but I don't mind saying it again. Thank you so much for being the best beta an author could ask for.

Some of you might be wondering what kind of story I'm going to do next. Well, at the moment I really just want to take a break from writing fanfics. I've been writing consistently since August of last year and I think it's time for me to rest a little. I don't know if or when I'm going to start writing again, but just know that I won't be disappearing off the face of the earth. You can always private message me if you ever want to talk to me.

There is not much more I have to say. I hope you all liked reading this story as much as I liked writing it.

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