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Chapter 19

Stiles

It was my first day back since 'the incident', which I had taken to calling it. Finally, I could get back to actually getting the education I want!

I was in art, working on another of the drawings. I had worked out that I should be finished by January 22nd, that was if I didn't have any more interruptions. All I needed to do was keep my head down and just keep going. Hell, I would stay after school if I needed to!

I had gotten my first four filled in, all coloured and awesome. Now I was trying to get, at least, another four outlined. If I stayed on this track, I would have eight of my drawings outlined and filled in by January 6th, leaving only three to get done... And I was going to get there in the end.

"Hey, you're back." a smooth voice chuckled, as someone slid into the chair next to me. "You have no idea how boring it's been without you here, Sweet Stuff."

I swear to Lucifer – yeah, that's right, the fucking Devil! – I was going to strangle this guy!

During my time off, I had the Erica and Lydia come up to me after school, telling me how 'Gabe' had been asking about me, if I was alright, how I was, and all that shit. They thought it was sweet. They had proceeded to tell me that 'Gabe', while also being the 'hottest guy in school', was my age – so was the in the year above, which was where I should have been. Yeah...jail holds you back a bit...

But I didn't care about anything they had to tell me about him, because I wasn't interested. Those two just didn't seem to get that.

And neither did this asshole.

"Seriously, stop with all those stupid names." I sighed. "They're creepy and annoying. Now please leave."

"Ah, come on, Cutie, you don't mean that." Gabriel grinned, leaning forward, resting his hand on my forearm.

I flinched back; making his hand hit the table with a loud thud, causing me to jump again. It actually took me a couple of seconds to just calm down.

Gabriel just watched me curiously, frowning for a moment, while I was seemingly paralyzed for a few short seconds. As soon as I snapped out of it though, I just shook my head and went back to the drawings.

"Say, think you could ever draw me, Baby-Cakes?" Gabriel asked, his tone arrogant as he slid his chair closer to mine.

"I could." I said, flatly. "But I won't."

"Why not, Good-Looking?"

"Because I only draw the things and people I like, not the ones I want as far away from me as possible."

Of course, that didn't have the desired effect. Instead of sending Gabriel away, finally getting the message, the guy leaned back in his chair, putting his arm around the back of mine. Breathing deeply through my nose, I desperately tried to get back to my work.

"Man, you don't stop trying do ya, Stud?" Gabriel sighed. "Look, agree to one date with me, just one, and I'll leave you alone."

"Or, you leave me alone and I'll rethink giving you lead poisoning." I replied through gritted teeth.

"No can do, Sweet Cheeks. See ya tomorrow."

I almost snapped my pencil in half as he walked away. I almost had to ask to go outside, just so I could punch a wall, or something.

But I didn't. I remembered what Derek told me, during one of our one on one training sessions – those were a little weird, now that he kissed me and I...kind of...ran...

I had to anchor myself. Think of someone or something that would keep me human, keep me from turning. Just think of them/that and just breathe.

So that was what I did.

I started thinking of my mom. Thinking of what it would be like if she was here with me, if she met the Pack. I started thinking of how she would have been with all of them, how should would have been with Scott's mom. I thought of her, sitting in the living room, with me and the others, all of us just sitting there and talking...

Only when I felt myself calm down did I realise it. It wasn't my mom who was my anchor.

It was my mom and the Pack.

It was after school that Monday, when all of us were at home – whoa, did I just say home?! – and sitting in the living room, that Peter brought his guitar in and handed it to me. I looked from it, to him and back again, head tilted to the side as I tried to figure out why...just, why.

"We all think you should play it." Peter shrugged. "Right now."

"And sing." Lydia added, not taking her eyes off of her phone. "You have to do both loud enough so we can hear you."

As everyone else agreed, some just nodding while others gave their confirmation verbally, I set the guitar down – carefully – on the floor. They had no idea what they were asking me to do here...

I mean, sure, I loved to sing and play a guitar more than anyone else, but I couldn't when I knew people were watching me. If I knew people were going to be watching me, I always made sure that I wasn't doing anything musical whatsoever.

I just couldn't...

"Come on, Stiles." Allison grinned. "You know you want to. Just one little song?"

"Yeah! Please." Isaac begged, stretching out the last word and adding puppy eyes for good measure.

I looked from one person to the next, all leaning forward with expectant looks. Derek was the only one that wasn't – he hadn't even said anything – but I could tell he wanted me to. I just appreciated that at least one person wasn't trying to force me...

"You won't give up until I do it, will you?" I sighed, admitting defeat.

"Huh, look at that. You do know something." Erica smirked.

"I know a lot more that you, Catwoman."

Grinning and picking up the guitar, I moved so I sat crossed legged, with the dip in the guitar's body resting on my right leg, my right hand holding the large curved point of the plectrum over the strings while my left hand was at the guitar's neck. The first song that came to mind was Ho Hey by The Lumineers. It was a good song, one of my favourites – though none could beat I Won't Give Up, by Jason Mraz...

"I've been trying to do it right
I've been living a lonely life
I've been sleeping here instead
I've been sleeping in my bed,
Sleeping in my bed"

I closed my eyes as I started to sing, the chord pattern ingrained in my muscle memory, so I knew I would go to the right stings and chord shape.

"So show me family
All the blood that I will bleed
I dunno where I belong
I dunno where I went wrong,
But I can write a song"

The thing was, I did actually write my own songs. I hadn't written one in a long time though, and those that I had written were stuck at my dad's house, back in Dallas... Those ones weren't very cheery though... Maybe it was time to try writing something a bit happier.

"I belong with you, you belong with me
You're my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me
You're my sweet"

I wondered if my mom would like this song. If she would have sung this with me, and sang the harmonies that I had worked out for it – yes, I could work out harmonies...

"I don't think you're right for him
Think of what it might have been if you
Took a bus to Chinatown
I'd be standing on canal, and bowery
And she'd be standing next to me"

I loved the extended notes in this song, and how they were sang in the song. I always loved the way some lyrics were changed when sang.

"I belong with you, you belong with me
You're my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me
You're my sweetheart"

The chorus of songs was always the catchiest bit. Well, that was the whole point, but still. I always loved the chorus'.

"And love, we need it now
Let's hope for some
Cause oh, we're bleeding out"

I felt the same about middle eight's/brides as I did chorus'. I liked how the tune changed, yet still fit in with the song. How the song still flowed.

"I belong with you, you belong with me
You're my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me
You're my sweet."

I let the last chord ring, just like in the actual song, keeping my head down even as it faded. Only then did I notice that I was shaking ever so slightly.

I cleared my throat, coughing awkwardly, as I looked up, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Maybe I should let them know why...

"Sorry." I chuckled, humourlessly. "Haven't done that in front of an audience, knowingly, since my tenth birthday."

Glancing briefly at them all, I noticed a slight confusion but also a hesitance to ask why. Sighing, I decided that it was just easier if I just told them.

"You all know something's from my past, from hacking into my files. So, you know my mom died five days after my tenth birthday." I said, Danny having the decency to look guilty. "On my birthday, she had given me one of her newest guitars. It was the one I adored as well."

I gently placed Peter's guitar down, resting it against the wall and put the pick on the coffee table.

Man, this was harder than I first thought...

"She taught me how to play when I was three. Teaching me all the little different techniques and stuff, and how to tune it of course." I smiled, small and sad but a smile none the less. "We would always find songs that we both loved, learn them, just so we could sing and play them together. I loved coming home and being able to just do that."

I sighed again, leaning further back into the couch I was leaning against.

"When she died, I never picked up another guitar. Not until October sixth, when you two found me." I continued, nodding at Peter and Derek. "I haven't performed to anyone, knowingly, since she died either. Until now..."

Tuesday 2nd, and the two Hales decided that it was about time all of us went out to eat again.

I tried to protest, reminding them about the mother from last time... They just ignored everything I said about it and got me into Derek's car – front seat, again. And, again, we were going to Red Lion Family Pizzeria, in Magalia.

In the end I gave up, just going along with what they all wanted.

As we sat in the restaurant though, I couldn't help but think what they had all done for me the last time we went there, when the guy wouldn't let us in. How they all started yelling at the twenty-one year old dude, threatening to close the restaurant or make it lose business.

They didn't have to do that, but they did.

No one, let alone ten people, did that for me... It felt nice.

A poke to my ribs broke me out of the memory, the feeling not bad just...ticklish. The poking kept coming, making me squirm in my seat until I shoved whoever it was away – after letting out a small laugh, not giggle you can't prove it!

Turning, I glared at the person to my right – of course it would be Derek. He just looked slightly amused.

"Bastard." I muttered, not being able to get rid of the small smile on my face.

"Well, at least we know how to get your attention now." Erica grinned.

And that something you never wanted to hear.

"I can't believe they let someone like him in here."

Of course, that was even worse.

"I know. I dread to think what his parents are like."

"I blame the mother. It's like dogs, if there's something wrong with the bitch then there's something wrong with the pup."

After that I just saw red.

People could talk about me as much as they liked; hell, they could talk trash about my dad... But bring up my mother and we have a problem.

I don't actually remember how it happened, but one moment I was sitting there with the Pack, glaring at my food, the next I was leaning with my hands on the table, in front of the man and woman who had just been discussing me.

"You want to know something? I'm really not like that." I told them. "You're just believing some stupid rumours that petty, pathetic people make up, just for the hell of it. If any of you actually took the time to talk to me and get to know me, you'd see that. You know nothing about me, or anything that's happened to me."

I started to walk away, grabbing my jacket off of the back of my chair before heading to the door.

"And, for the record, my mom is dead." I called over my shoulder. "And she was the best damn person in this Godforsaken world."

With that, I stormed through the doors of the restaurant, heading towards the cars.

I was sitting on a nearby rock when the others appeared. No one said anything; they just went over to then cars, unlocking them. As soon as I could, I jumped into Derek's car, buckling up and leaning my head against the glass of the window.

Nothing was said as we made our way back to the house. I was grateful for that.

I know that I said I didn't care about what these people think and say, but it does hurt. They seem to forget that I'm an actual person with real feelings, who was still affected by everything and everyone.

No, no one sees that. They just seem someone who will corrupt everyone in this town, someone who will turn their kids on to drugs. They see everything I'm not, instead of everything I am.

And it sucked.

Wednesday and Thursday were days that I was pestered insistently and continuously by Gabriel. Chase had, thankfully, taken a step back and left me alone, but this guy just kept on trying.

Even when I wasn't in art, Gabriel would seem to pop up and find me, using those God awful names and desperately trying to get me to go out with him. He would be waiting outside of my classes, in the field when I went out there with the Betas... He was everywhere.

He really couldn't take no for an answer.

As soon as school finished on Friday 6th, I was out those doors like a rocket. I all but launched myself into my Jeep, throwing my backpack into the passenger seat, buckling in and starting the engine.

I was the first person to pull out of the university's parking lot.

As soon as I got onto the road, heading home – oh my God, I did it again! – I sighed in relief, knowing that I would be away from that creep for two days! Man, it felt great. I actually grinned to myself, relaxing further into the driver's seat of my Jeep, letting the music from the only CD I had – one I put together, of a few of my favourite songs – wash over me.

I even started to singing along to the song playing at the top of my lungs – Hells Bells by AC/DC – not even realising that I was doing so, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel.

"I'm rolling thunder pouring rain
I'm coming on like a hurricane
My lightning's flashing across the sky
You're only young but you're gonna die
I won't take no prisoners won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight
I got my bell I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get ya Satan get ya"

I didn't even seem to care that my window was wide open, the music blasting from the speakers at a loud yet reasonable volume.

"Hells bells
Hells bells, you got me ringing
Hells bells, my temperature's high
Hells bells"

As I listened to it, I couldn't help but think of Dean Winchester – from Supernatural – listening to this song. Though it would probably get a bit awkward if he was listening to it at the end of series four onwards...

"I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine
If you're into evil you're a friend of mine
See the white light flashing as I split the night
Cause if good's on the left then I'm sticking to the right
I won't take no prisoners won't spare no lives
Nobody's puttin' up a fight
I got my bell I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get ya Satan get ya"

I don't know why, but I always liked the lines 'I'll give you black sensations' up to 'I'm sticking to the right'. For some reason, I just really liked those four lines...

"Hells bells
Hells bells, you got me ringing
Hells bells, my temperature's high
Hells bells
Hells bells, Satan' coming to you
Hells bells, he's ringing them now"

It was actually a really catchy song. Sure, when you first listen to it you wonder when it's actually going to begin because of the long intro, but that was just AC/DC and their awesomeness. However, once the song starts and you listen to it for a second time, you forget about that, just sit back and enjoy it.

"Those hells bells, my temperature's high
Hells bells, across the sky
Hells bells, they're taking you down
Hells bells, they're dragging you down
Hells bells, gonna split the night
Hells bells, there's no way to fight
Hells bells."

Man, music really was a great way of forgetting your problems.

I had pulled up to the house in no time. Looking around and listening for heartbeats, I noticed that I was the only one around. Shrugging as I slid out of my Jeep, I locked it back up, leaving my backpack on the passenger seat.

It would be fine while I went for a walk around the forest.

So that's what I did. I went for a walk in the forest, just me and my thoughts. Well, it was until I heard a freaking twig snap. The worst thing about it though? I knew who it was.

"Hey there, Angel Eyes." Gabriel said from behind me.

"Did you follow me?!" I yelled. "Seriously?! Do you know how creepy that is?!"

"Oh, you don't mean that, Handsome. You love it."

"No. Really don't. And if you don't leave me alone, I will have to hurt you."

Gabriel walked closer, slowly. Almost like he was sneaking up on a deer, or something.

It was times like these that I really wished someone were around to save me from this hell. I mean, if Derek or Peter were here – preferably Derek, not that I have anything against Peter – then I would be able to get away from this easy peasy. But, no, I was alone!

Smart move, Stilinski.

"You sure love playing hard to get, Sweetheart." Gabriel grinned. "I like it."

"Go fuck yourself." I spat, turning around and walking away. "And stop with those names!"

I thought that would get away easily, you know? I would walk back to the house, while he went to his car.

Nope.

I had only taken a few steps when a hand landed on my shoulder.

I acted on instinct, grabbing the wrist and flipping them. It was when I saw Gabriel on his back that I hightailed it back home – third time now!

So, I was panicking slightly.

I was running, sure, but Gabriel was just behind me, following. And no one was around!

Of course, that was what I thought. Until I ran into someone – and I fell back on my ass. A Peter shaped someone.

I looked up from where I was sat, pleasing the best I could without saying anything for Peter to help me. I could see he was about to ask why...but he stopped when he heard a voice – closer than I had first thought.

Frowning, Peter stuck out his hand, pulling me up from the ground.

I pretty much jumped behind him when Gabriel came out of the forest edge.

"And who, may I ask, are you?" Peter asked, though it held more of a demand than I was used to hearing from him.

"Gabriel, sir. Gabriel Wright." he replied, instantly. "I was just..."

"Harassing Mr Stilinski?" Yes I can tell. You're on private property, so I will only ask you this once to leave before I call the police department. Now, I doubt you would like that to happen, so I suggest you go now."

"But..."

"Now!"

Gabriel started a little from the commanding tone that had entered Peter's voice. To be honest, it surprised me just a little. But it had the desired effect. He just turned around and started to leave.

"And do make sure you are not caught on this property again." Peter added, sweetly. "Unless you are invited. Which I doubt you will be."

Oh, how I wished I was related to Peter somehow!

Everyone else had turned up just as Gabriel was walking away. Erica and Lydia got excited...until I told them what happened. After that, they were just disappointed.

What was weird though was Derek looked pissed. I couldn't smell anything coming off of him – probably suppressing whatever he felt so he didn't give it away – but he looked pissed.

Huh, strange...

Saturday 7th at, about, eleven in the morning, Deaton stopped by the house. I was actually glad to see the vet again, the last time being the day before Zane showed up.

I was a little surprised at myself, to be honest.

But they guy was great, I could admit that now. He put up with me right at the start, helping me out and asking for nothing in return. They guy offered to give me a place to stay, offered me food and a warm shower.

Deaton was a great guy. But then he would have to be in my mom had known him.

I think Deaton was taken aback by how...happy I was to see him. As soon as I heard his voice at the door, after Derek opened it, I pretty much ran over, dropping a hand onto the vet's shoulder and grinning widely.

"Hey, Deaton!" I greeted him, chuckling at what was being said in the living room. "Haven't seen you in a while man."

"Yes, it has been some time." Deaton nodded, eyes a little wider than before. "I see you're looking better."

"Thanks, feeling better too. But that's expected. I mean, wasn't exactly living a desired life before, was I?"

I left it at that, heading towards the kitchen to grab some coffee, snatching up a mug for Deaton too.

By the time I had gotten back, Deaton was already in the living room, talking with everyone else, standing by the window. I passed the vet the mug I had picked up for him, sitting back down on the floor after he took it from me.

It still felt so strange to me that all of this just felt so...right.

Derek

Stiles had gone upstairs an hour or two after Deaton arrived, saying something about homework. He made us promise to get him before Deaton left, so he could say goodbye.

Looking back to the once homeless nineteen year old I had taken into my – our – home, it was amazing seeing the change. It wasn't much, but Stiles had started to trust us that little bit more, starting to feel comfortable with talk to us and telling us more about him. Hell, he even started conversations instead of just inputting into them every so often.

I wasn't the only one that noticed this change either.

"I wanted to thank you all." Deaton told us a few minutes after Stiles had left the room, the door to his own shut.

"For what?" Boyd asked, looking over from the TV.

"For helping Stiles, of course. Just by this visit and the short time I have spent with him just now, I can see the massive change in him. He's improved a lot since I met him again, when he first moved into town, even before then."

Now that caught my attention.

"How so?" I asked, leaning forward, resting my elbows on my knees.

Deaton paused slightly, thinking of how to put it, I suppose.

The vet had been a big help over the years, despite our rocky start. And he had been a help with Stiles. No one in the Pack knew that I had been communicating with the guy so I could know what to do with Stiles. I mean, Deaton knew the most about him, knew his mother, he was obviously the best person to go to in regards to looking after the nineteen year old.

Of course, those conversations also allowed me to ask Deaton what the hell was going on with me. It was a strange feeling that I had, though it was always stronger when around the used-to-be-homeless-boy and none of the books I had managed to save from the fire talked about any of this. And I couldn't go to Peter with this. He would just ridicule and be all...Peter-ish about it.

No, Deaton was my best hope.

But then he told me that it was either: my Alpha side reaching out to the kid, wanting to protect him ever since I brought him into the house, almost as if I had 'adopted' an orphaned cub into the Pack; or Stiles was my wolf's Mate.

I vaguely remembered hearing my mom and dad talking to Laura about Mates and Laura briefly having the conversation with me when I turned nineteen. I always thought it was a bunch of shit.

But now I wasn't so sure.

I turned back to Deaton after that thought ran through my mind.

"Stiles used to be extremely closed off and severely short tempered. Even as a child he was like this, unless with his mother. When meeting new people he usually stayed far away, that being one of a few reasons why he had no friends of his own." Deaton explained. "Now, while Stiles is still closed off and short tempered now, that has improved dramatically since he's been living here. He's more open and has calmed down significantly."

I nodded, noticing the same. Ever since Stiles and I had started our one-to-one training he had gotten better with control over his wolf and fox side. He was even able to go a longer period of time fighting before he felt agitated enough to actually needed to shift, and he hadn't had another freak out like he did during our first session.

"He never wanted people talking to him or to help him, he barely allowed me to help him" Deaton continued. "I honestly thought he wouldn't make it past the first month of living in this town. I was so grateful when you took him in and I am even more so now. So, thank you. All of you."

Stiles

It was one in the afternoon that Deaton left, Isaac having run upstairs to my room to come and tell me. Before I had left my room, I grabbed the plastic bag sitting on my desk, holding it tightly before walking down towards the others. I had given Deaton the bag first, telling him how I remembered seeing this photo and, well, because I didn't have it I did the next best thing.

I drew it.

It was of Deaton, Talia – a friend of my mom's – my mom and me, standing outside this house. I had been four around the time the picture was taken and my mom had me on her back, her friend Talia had one arm around both of us.

It hadn't taken long for me to do, but I thought it would be something nice to give to him.

"And I just wanted to say thanks too." I told him as he looked at the small canvas. "I know I've been a pain in the ass since I got here, but you've helped me from the start. So, thanks."

Deaton looked up, smiling, saying that my thanks weren't necessary. He seriously was a great guy.

It was after the front door closed behind him that I realised the shocked and slightly paler faces of the two Hales, both of them staring at each other with wide eyes.

"Are you two alright?" I asked, a little nervous at the looks they were giving each other. "Is something wrong?"

Derek and Peter kind of snapped out of their staring contest long enough to say no, excuse themselves and go outside into the forest.

I just turned to the others who just shrugged, looking just as confused as I did.

"Hey, anyone want to watch Supernatural while they're out?" Scott asked.

"Dude, I love you!" I grinned.

Who in their right mind could pass up watching Supernatural?! Especially if it was series four onwards, because then you get to all the great Dean/Cas bits and you start to be introduced to all the Destiel things that writes either put in accidentally, or on purpose for Destiel fans like me...

Later that Saturday afternoon, once Derek and Peter were back and back to normal, everyone was going about whatever they would usually do. I kind of took to wandering around the house, taking a better look around the second floor, since I was never really on it.

So I was just walking down the hall, skipping the doors I could identify as bedrooms.

It was the door at the end of the hall that intrigued me though. It wasn't locked, so I got into it easy enough. I thought it would just be a spare, you know, so I thought it would be empty.

Nope.

Sitting in the middle was a black grand piano, not a single bit of dust covering the surface. Walking over to it, I pressed on of the keys down. Perfectly in tune. Looking around and finding myself alone, I couldn't help but sit down at the stool and place my hands on the keys, just letting my muscle memory move them.

I vaguely remembered being taught how to playBeethoven's Fur Elise, and I only just realized that that was what I was in fact playing at this moment. I always liked the soft melody that you would hear when playing the piece, the gentleness always reminding me of a time where I was actually a happy kid.

I just continued to play, closing my eyes at one point.

"Any other hidden talents we should know about?" the amused voice of Peter asked, making me jump and stop playing.

The strange thing was that, after I got over the initial shock and found everyone standing at the door, I actually wanted to tell them everything. Every last little thing about me and I had no idea why.

I dragged it back a little, getting some control again.

"Well, I can play piano." I said, gesturing to the instrument in front of me. "My mom loved it and she taught me after I knew all I needed for guitar. She loved teaching me things and I loved learning things like this from her. She loved it... Always smiled whenever I played that for her."

I smiled a little, before looking up into the slightly sad but 'aw' faces of the Pack as they watched me.

"I can also make a shank from a toothbrush." I told them, trying to be serious.

At the wide eyed looks I received, I found that that may have worked a little too well.

"I-It's a joke. I'm allowed to joke." I rushed. "Right?"

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