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Chapter 26

Stiles

I hid from everyone for the rest of the day, door locked, not even reappearing for food at dinner. Instead, Jaz brought me up a plate, leaving it outside of the room I had been given before talking to me through the door. I didn't want to be around anybody, I couldn't face being in the same room as everyone. Not at that time anyway. To go from thinking I could have a degenerative brain disease, which, ultimately, would kill, to finding out I was actually a Nephilim? Hell, I thought it would screw anybody up! I suppose knowing I wasn't going to die was a plus. But knowing I would, most likely, be hunted by Angels because I was an abomination, a monster? That was hard to handle. I had thought I was human until only a fifteen-minute prior! Only to find out that was half true. To know I could have avoided all of the abuse I faced, o know I wouldn't have had to deal with Octavian or, if I still had to, could have had the tools needed to be rid of him…. I wasn't sure what to do with any of that information. Knowing this, being reminded, little things, memories, began to seep back into my head. Just random little snippets of the days before Mom had hidden my powers and blocked my memories of all things Angels. I began to remember bits and pieces of the Gogmagogs, I began to remember flying in the preserve with my Mom and Uncles….

I remembered my wings.

I couldn't remember their colour or any of the specifics, but I remembered having them. They had been tangible things, real things, that I was able to show, unlike Mom's and my Uncles. Being half-human gave me a diluted Grace, diluted power, which allowed others if I wanted them to, to see my wings and not be blinded. I vaguely remembered the soft, downy fluff from when I was little. I remember my Mom helping me groom them and keep them clean.

I remembered the pain of them disappearing. I wondered, hoped, if I would get them back. I wondered if it would hurt. I wondered what they would look like. I wondered if, having them back, would help make it real, would give me that sense of something that I felt I was lacking

Then came the memories of Derek. Of Talia and Oliver. Of Peter and Grace. Of Laura and Cora. Little things at first. Playing tag, running around, jumping onto Derek's back. Stupid things that didn't give me any real context to anything. I couldn't quite understand why I didn't remember them. Why it seemed that no one, no one but Talia, seemed to remember me. It had been a decade, yes, but, surely, they couldn't have forgotten me. Could they? With all the head injuries and lack of Adderall, I could understand me forgetting them. Was I just that forgettable?

I wasn't sure I wanted the answer.

I sat on the floor, my back to the bed, facing the wall the desk lay against. I still couldn't make sense of anything in my head, everything a jumble and in no sort of order. I didn't have the full story of any one thing, nothing coming to me as a full thing, only little clips or flashes of images. Some things, the more confusing, I tried to sketch to see if I could make heads or tails of them. Suffice to say it didn't exactly help, but it allowed me to visualise it all a little better. I wondered if I would ever have a full memory come back to me, or if I would keep getting small scenes popping into my head. It was as the thought went through my head that it happened.

FLASHBACK – Friday, August 1st 1997 – Derek's POV

Genim, at almost two years old, was fascinating to me. He waddled a little, not quite being able to walk properly, but he could fly around with no problem. He could only say, about, two words. Not much and not as clearly as me or anyone, but you could understand him if you bothered to listen. Usually, he would say the name of a person and what he wanted, or what he wanted and added please. The majority of the time, he was talking to me or his Mom.

It was on this day, playing with building bricks in a little fort we had made, that Genim said it for the first time.

Genim would happily build a long, tall tower that went as high as he could possibly make it, sometimes taller if he passed me a brick. As soon as he deemed it high enough, he would flap his wings slightly, creating a gust of wind strong enough to topple it over, squealing with delight as it went, floating ever so slightly off of the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see both of our parents watching us, grinning to each other as they leaned against the door frame. Not that they paid much attention to them. I never seemed to be when I was with Genim.

"Faw wone! Faw wone!" Genim giggled, clapping his hands.

"Yeah, they fell down." I grinned. "Wanna do it again?"

"Uh-huh!"

It was amazing what could keep little ones entertained. Just a little thing like building a tower and knocking it down could keep Genim occupied for hours! It amazed me. Of course, as it got a little later, it came to the time where Dad would normally train with me and Laura.

Dad had come into the living room, peeking around the corner of the fort. For a short time, he made Genim laugh, talking to him and being his usual silly self. But as soon as he said it was time for our daily training session, Genim changed.

Immediately, Genim flew in front of me, leaning his back against my chest as he frowned at Dad. All he did was shake his head and folded his arms over his chest.

"No!" Genim sulked. "My Der!"

It was the first time he had said that I was his, let alone the first time he had acted anything like he was. A lot of the time, Genim would come with us, watching Dad train us, clapping and laughing on the sidelines, or helping Dad keep an eye on us. Never before had he refused to let me go. To say Dad was surprised was an understatement. The look on his face would have been funny if I wasn't so confused.

"You can come too, Gen," I told him. "Like you normally do."

"No!" Genim repeated. "My Der!"

This time, Genim's wings rose up slightly, almost like a warning. Claudia had said it was similar to an Alpha flashing their eyes at another wolf; attempting to show dominance and power over the other.

Which was when Claudia stepped in.

Genim always listened to Claudia. He had to. Not just because she was his Mom, but also because she was older than him, had more power than him. Kind of like how Laura and I had to listen to Mom because she was our Alpha.

"Genim Alexander Stilinski, you stop that right now," Claudia said, her voice strong but not raising it at all.

As if a switch had been flicked, Genim stopped, relaxing back against me.

"My Der," he whispered, sniffling a little bit.

"Ok. But that wasn't nice, was it?" Claudia told him, crouching down to his level.

Genim shook his head.

"What do you say to Oliver?" Claudia prompted.

"I sowwy." Genim hiccupped.

Instantly, Dad was on his knees, opening his arms.

"Hey, come here, kiddo." Dad smiled as Genim went to hug him. "I forgive you. How about you come help me, huh? You can make sure Derek's doing what he should."

And just like that, everything went back to normal.

END OF FLASHBACK - BACK TO: Sunday, July 8th 2012 – Stiles POV

I hadn't been expecting that at all. It wasn't something I had anticipated. I remember feeling this sense of protectiveness over Derek. I didn't want him to leave, I didn't want to be away from him. I didn't him to be out of my sight. I didn't know why that had happened; I wasn't sure why I had changed so suddenly.

What the hell?

Gabe

Talia, Oliver, Cas and I were the only ones awake at eleven that evening, the four of us sitting around the kitchen table. Stiles hadn't come downstairs for the rest of the day. He hadn't said anything to any of us. To say I was worried was an understatement.

"Give him some time," Talia told me. "He needs some time to readjust."

"The poor boy's been through a lot," Oliver added with a sigh.

My stomach flipped, an uneasy queasiness crashing around inside of me. If I had known anything, if I had known about Claudia…. The fact I didn't know my own sister had died! The fact that I didn't feel it! That I didn't know my nephew needed me! What did that say about me? What kind of person, Angel, did that make me? What kind of Uncle? If I could have gone back in time, if I could have fixed whatever I could, I would. If I knew that there would be no repercussions, I would in a heartbeat. All I wanted, all I had ever wanted, was for my family to be safe and happy. I never wanted Lucifer to be banished. I never wanted Dad to leave. I never wanted to go into hiding. I never wanted to abandon my family.

"I wish there was something I could tell him, something that would help," I admitted. "He's just a kid."

"All either of you can do it be there for him now," Talia assured. "Be there for him now, focus on now."

"Maybe helping him now will help him heal. Help all of us heal." Cas mused. "That's all we can do, brother."

Nodding, I supposed they were right. If there was no chance of going back and fixing everything, then helping pave the future and make the present better would have to do. As long as we could, however small, help Stiles, the better.

"And you can both stay as long as you want." Oliver reiterated. "We mean that, guys. You and those Hunter friends of yours."

"Thank you, both." Cas smiled. "I believe it's safe to say we are both happy Stiles found you all again."

"As are we. As are we."

Now we just had to wait for Stiles to come out of his room….

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