Hey everyone, sorry for such long delays between chapters. I've been working on other stories as well as settling some irl things. Thanks for reading! -Scotty
We got back home and Derek had passed out right after saying my name. Malia prodded for a moment but when I rose my voice she became silent and no one else spoke the entire way home. We pulled up in front of Deaton's office. The rain had started to come down, I helped Stiles get him out of the Jeep and Scott carried him inside.
"Wow." Deaton said once we had Derek laid across the table.
"Wow? Wow as in I've seen this before and know exactly how to fix it?" Stiles asked.
"Think you might be overestimating my abilities." Deaton replied.
"He's cold, really cold." Lydia said, squeezing his hand.
"You think this is permanent?" Scott asked.
"I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate." Deaton replied.
"What do we do?" Stiles asked.
"Until he wakes up? Not much." Deaton replied. "Might be best to leave him with me, he'll be safe here."
"You mean from Kate?" Stiles asked.
"If she's alive and she is what you say she is, she won't be able to walk past that gate." Deaton replied.
"Why would she want to do this to him?" Lydia asked.
"Knowing Kate it'll probably be a reason that's not good for anyone but her." Deaton replied. "But you should all go home, he doesn't look to be in any immediate danger. So maybe you should all get some sleep, you need to start taking care of your own lives again."
"Someone should stay with you." Scott stated.
"I'll stay." Lydia and I said in unison.
"We both have perfect grades." Lydia said after she looked at me.
"Yeah but Vair is totally drained and needs that wound to heal." Stiles said.
"I'm not leaving Derek." I stated.
"Then Lydia can go home." Stiles offered.
"I'll stay too, its fine." Lydia shrugged.
"I'm not okay with this." Stiles pouted.
"I'll see you later, okay?" I said to Scott.
He nodded, kissing me quickly before grabbing Stiles and hauling him from the room.
"Pull up a chair, it's gonna be a long night." I said.
Lydia grabbed a chair, pulling it next to Derek. I pulled one up as well. Deaton pulled his office chair in to the room and said he'd be back after Lydia nodded off, I quickly changed my clothes while he was gone. He grabbed some food and I pulled my chair to the other side of the table to sit next to him.
"So, he said my name." I said, taking a bite out of my burger.
"So how old do you think he is?" Deaton asked, shoving a fry in his mouth.
"He's gotta be older than 13, I was reborn a little bit after he turned 14. If Kate's using him to her advantage then it's gotta be after he met her so he's probably 15, maybe 16." I stated.
"If Kate plans on using him, she probably brought him back to an age before the fire." Deaton stated.
"I know." I replied.
"What are you going to do if he asks about his family?" Deaton asked.
"Tell him the truth." I replied.
We sat in silence after that. The sun eventually came up. Deaton checked his vitals again and Lydia woke up.
"How's he doing?" Lydia asked.
"His heart rate is alarmingly high." Deaton replied.
Lydia took his hand.
"He's a lot warmer now." She stated.
"Lydia, I'm going to try something and I want you to keep holding his hand, if that's okay?" Deaton asked.
I stood up, stepping up to the table. Deaton slid a scalpel down Derek's arm. It healed as he pulled.
"That looked like it healed really fast." Lydia sort of squeaked.
"Unusually fast." Deaton replied.
"What does it mean?" Lydia asked.
"I'm not sure." Deaton replied. "Let's try something else, grab me a syringe, 5mm, top drawer."
Lydia nodded, rounding the table with Deaton. I turned then I heard Derek sit up. I turned, he was shifting. I stepped back, pushing Deaton and Lydia behind me.
"Derek?" Lydia asked.
He didn't reply, he put his hands on his head.
"Derek?" Lydia asked again.
"Be quiet." I stated.
"Why?" Lydia asked.
Derek swung at me, I grabbed his arm and pushed him back.
"That's why." I replied.
The doors of the clinic smacked back and forth as Derek rushed out of them.
"I think we should call Scott." I offered.
It didn't take too long for Scott and Stiles to both show up at Deaton's office.
"So we've kinda confirmed he's not just younger in body but also in his mind." I said, smacking my hands together.
"He didn't even recognize us." Lydia said.
"Which confuses me because he recognized me when we first found him so I think maybe it had something to do with the, you know rapid healing and accelerated heartbeat." I said.
"All I know is he was scared out of his mind." Lydia stated.
"So if you're a teenage werewolf and you're scared, where do you go?" Stiles asked.
"Wolves go back to their den, Derek lives in a loft." Scott said.
"Well he's a teenager." Stiles replied.
"He's going home." I said, considering vomiting. "The fire wouldn't have happened yet."
"But aren't they-" Scott started to ask.
"Tearing down the house today? Yeah." I replied.
"We have to go then, right now." Stiles said.
"So what are you going to do if you manage to catch up with him?" Lydia asked.
"I guess tell him the truth." Scott replied.
"So tell him his whole family is dead?" Lydia asked.
"I have to." Scott stated.
"Yeah, good luck with that." Lydia replied.
"Maybe we should wait until after we figure out how to get him back to normal." Stiles offered.
"If he gets to the house first, you won't have to." Deaton said.
"We're not lying to him. He'll listen to me. Now let's go." I said.
We got to the Sheriff's station, the Sheriff ushering us in to his office. I walked past Derek, we made brief eye contact. He'd seen the house. I tugged on dress slightly.
"So I want you to be completely honest with me. Have you been time traveling?" The Sheriff asked.
"Wait. What?" Stiles asked.
"Because if time traveling is real, you know what, I'm done. You're going to be driving me to Eichen House." The Sheriff said, raising his voice.
"We found him like that." Scott replied.
"Where? Swimming in the fountain of youth?" The Sheriff demanded.
"No, we found him buried in a tomb of wolfsbane in an Aztec temple in Mexico underneath a town that was destroyed by an Earthquake." Stiles replied.
"You told me you went camping." The Sheriff said.
"We did! In Mexico." Stiles replied.
"You all need to calm down." I said, voice stiff. "Derek has somehow been aged backwards, we need to talk to him."
"So far he isn't talking to anybody." The Sheriff replied.
"He'll talk to me." Scott and I said in unison.
The Sheriff let him in the room, he sat on the couch. Stiles sat on the desk and Scott stood with his arms crossed a few feet from Derek. I sat in a chair next to Scott with my legs crossed and my hands clasped together on my knees. Scott explained that we needed Derek to stay with us.
"Why would I go anywhere with you?" Derek asked.
"There was an accident. You lost some memory but we can help you get it back." Scott explained.
Derek ignored him, staring at me.
"Derek, listen to him." I said.
Derek's eyes widened and he looked back to Scott.
"How much memory?" He asked.
"A lot." Scott replied.
Derek was silent, glancing between all of us.
"You can trust him." I said.
Scott kneeled down in front of Derek, flashing his eyes for him.
"You're an alpha." Derek stated the paused. "Varick would never be part of a wolf pack. Who are you? And who is he? Who are you?"
"Oh, we're the guys keeping you out of jail." Stiles replied.
"Let us help you." Scott replied.
"Dude, you almost tore apart two cops back there. No fangs, no claws, no wolfman." Stiles explained.
"I'm fine as long as it's not on a full moon." Derek replied.
I snapped, Scott and Stiles fell silent as I stood up and knelt down next to Scott.
"What did you do?" Derek asked.
"Derek, how old are you?" I asked.
"16." He replied.
"You know who I am, right?" I asked.
"Varick." He replied. "But you're dead. You've been dead for two years and you look older plus you were just born again!"
"It's because I am. I'm 16, Derek. And you, you're 33." I explained. "You've lost a lot of memory and like Scott said, we can help you get it back but you've been de-aged somehow."
"How? By who?" Derek asked.
"We don't know yet but we're going to find out." I replied.
"Where is my family?" Derek asked.
I felt myself falter slightly, Scott grabbing my arm.
"There was a fire." Scott said, voice calming.
He was about to finish when he looked at Derek's face. I felt like the wind had been blown out of me.
"They're not here anymore, they're fine, they just had to move out of Beacon Hills." Scott rushed.
"Okay." Derek said, voice raspy.
I helped Derek fill out the release papers and I walked over to Scott and Stiles as Derek finished up.
"Can you two take him back to my house? Don't let him out of your sight?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, you gonna go talk to him?" I asked.
"Yeah." Scott sighed, pressing a kiss to my head.
"I hate that guy." Stiles pouted.
Derek walked over to us and we climbed in the Jeep. The awkward silence on the way to Scott's house was pretty uncomfortable. We walked in the house through the back door.
"We're just going to wait here for Scott and we're going to sit quietly and not call or talk to anyone." Stiles said.
"Can I talk to you?" Derek asked.
"No." Stiles replied.
"Stiles, quit being so mean." I stated.
"Can I talk to him?" Derek asked, pointing.
I glanced up, Scott's dad stood there with a bag of food.
"Are you getting taller?" Stiles asked.
"What are you guys doing here?" Raphael asked.
"Waiting for Scott." Derek replied.
"So am I, I'm supposed to have dinner with him." Raphael replied. "I brought extra, you guys hungry?"
"Yeah." Derek said at the same time that Stiles said "No."
"We'll eat. Scott got caught up at the library with some school stuff." I said.
"What's your friend's name?" Raphael asked.
"Miguel." Stiles interrupted. "Yeah, he's my cousin from Mexico."
Raphael said something in Spanish and I knew that Stiles was filled with instant regret until Derek broke out that three years of Spanish classes conversational speaking. Stiles just looked at me with a glare while I struggled not to laugh. We sat down and started to eat.
"So, Miguel, what did you say your last name was?" Raphael asked.
"Rodriguez." I replied before Stiles could start spouting anything.
"Mr. McCall, you're an FBI agent?" Derek asked.
"Very low level." Stiles said.
I nudged him.
"Do you investigate murders?" Derek asked.
"Sometimes." He replied.
"What about fires?" Derek asked.
"You know, I wonder where Scott is." Stiles said, trying to change the subject.
"What kind of fires?" Raphael asked.
"Do you know anything about the Hale family?" Derek asked.
"Yeah. Everyone does. The house burned down years ago, there were only a few survivors." Raphael replied.
"Well, I'm full, thanks for dinner. We'll wait for Scott in his room." Stiles said.
I stood up and I waited for Derek to follow. I followed Stiles and Derek up the steps and the second we got up them, Derek slammed Stiles up against Scott's door.
"Let's go inside before we do this." I said, opening the door.
"You lied to me." Derek said as he sat down on Scott's bed.
"I didn't lie. Scott did and he did it because he didn't want to upset you until we figure out a way to turn you back and if you were looking in to the face of someone you knew then you'd lie too." I replied.
Derek rubbed his face.
"Stiles, go call Scott." I said.
Stiles nodded, stepping out of the room.
"Derek, listen, I know who did this to you." I said.
He looked up at me.
"It was Kate." I said.
"Why would she do that?" Derek asked.
"Derek, Kate is the one who started the fire. She manipulated you in to giving her information so she could kill all of you. Do you remember how I died when you were younger? She killed me. So Peter, he killed her but it didn't kill her, she turned and now she's back and after us." I stated.
Derek was silent for a moment.
"I don't believe you." He got out.
"I know it's scary. I know how you feel, just please trust me." I offered.
That's when I felt myself being tossed, my body slammed against the wall and I looked up, dazed. Kate. She spoke to Derek for only a moment and he was following her out the window. Stiles pushed in to the room quickly and helped me up. I noticed he was on the phone.
"That Scott?" I asked.
"Yeah." Stiles replied.
"Kate took him." I stated.
"That's what we were afraid of." Stiles replied.
"Let's go, let's go." I said.
"Are you sure? You got slammed against that wall pretty hard. We don't even know where they're headed." Stiles replied.
"I do. I know where they're going." I replied.
Stiles looked dumbfounded and I grabbed his phone.
"Scott?" I asked.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"Are you with Peter still?" I asked.
"Yeah." He replied, I could tell he was irritated.
"Tell him to meet us at the vault." I replied, hanging up.
"The vault?" Stiles asked.
"The Hales have a vault underneath the school. We need to leave now." I stated.
"Wait, how do we know where they're going? What about Lydia and Kira?" Stiles started rambling.
"Call Lydia, tell her and Kira to meet us there." I said, bounding down Scott's stairs.
We got outside in to the Jeep.
"But how do you know they're there?" Stiles asked.
"The whole reason Kate took Derek back to this age was to get him to trust her. There are a lot of things in that vault and she wants something inside of it." I replied.
Stiles started the Jeep and we took off towards the school. We pulled up, a roar sounding through the night.
"Get to the vault, go to the school sign, the vault will be open." I said, practically jumping out of the jeep.
"Vair! Wait, hey, wait!" Stiles screamed after me.
I ran towards the sound. Coming to a halt when I saw what they were fighting. Berserkers. I saw Kira jump out, attacking. I let out my wings, flying straight up and landing between Scott and Malia.
"Get out of here! Go!" I rose my voice.
They both looked petrified. Kira was suddenly tossed back with force. She sat up, looking at us. I stood in front of them. Magic forming in one of my palms as I readied to attack when Derek ran up and they both turned their attention to him. His face began to morph. The Berserks suddenly took off leaving Derek standing there. His body too large now to be a teenager.
"Derek?" Scott asked as they all stood behind me.
Derek turned. His eyes were gold.
