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Chapter 33

Stiles

Lunch consisted of many, many jokes from the once-human-Betas and Allison aimed at me.

I was just happy that Peter and Derek didn't join in. Well, not that they could... They only knew what it were like to be werewolves, not human.

This whole thing was just making me miserable.

The only good thing? My pathetic little life could end.

Bad thing? Derek would, most likely, be next.

"Stiles, all you need to do is rest for a while." Allison giggled.

"I have to do that anyway." I grumbled.

"Go lie down on the couch and try to get some sleep. It'll be easier than going back upstairs."

Glaring slightly as Jackson snorted; I tried as hard as I could to stand up. But, just like when I tried to get out of bed earlier, it was proving to be a difficult task.

A difficult and very painful task.

The sore muscles, plus the fact that I was still recovering from my hospital visit – slower, now that I was human – well, that just made it even worse. I mean, my ribs were still trying to mend themselves, though they were just bruised now.

It was just downright embarrassing when Peter helped me to stand up and get to the couch.

Didn't matter how grateful I was, it was just embarrassing.

One thing about being in pain? It was near impossible to get to sleep.

I thought it was hard enough in Dallas, back when I still had my wolf and fox to heal me... This was just absolute torture!

No matter how I lay, no matter in which way I moved – if I moved at all –, everything hurt.

The majority of the Pack – I assumed it was all of them – had left, saying that they 'didn't want to wake me up by making to much noise'. They didn't seem to realise that I couldn't get to sleep!

Life, as always, was very sucky.

Sighing, I turned onto my right hand side, wincing and swallowing a whine as I did so... Human me really didn't handle pain well.

How does Allison handle this?!

"Lie still." a voice at the bottom of the couch sighed.

Of course, because I no longer had my heightened senses, I didn't know anyone was there.

So it scared me.

Which made me jump.

And that hurt like a bitch.

"Mother fucker! Derek! Geez, I thought you left with the others!" I yelped, eyes clenched shut as I tried to ignore everything that hurt.

"You thought we'd leave the newly turned human alone? I thought you were smart." Derek huffed, rolling his eyes. "Now, lie still."

"I don't remember you ever being this mean." I grumbled, doing as he said.

"Well, I don't remember you ever being this annoying."

"I am not annoying...much."

Derek didn't say anything, so I counted it as a win...

Instead, Derek walked around to the front of the couch so he was standing in front of me, before crouching to place his left hand on the arm of the couch by my head and his right hand on my arm, just underneath my shoulder.

I should have thought of this...

How could I forget that Derek could leech the pain away?

This was something that I should have remembered!

I watched as Derek's veins turned black and slowly rose up his arm, disappearing underneath the short sleeve of his black t-shirt. I tried to look anywhere but his eyes...or mouth...or stupidly perfect face...

Slowly, I felt the aches and pains disappear, leaving behind a blissful abyss of nothing.

I never thought it would feel as nice as it did then.

"Sleep." Derek told me, quietly. "It seems to help the recovery."

"Stay?" I yawned.

Derek nodded once before getting up properly and walking over to his armchair.

I'm pretty sure he fell asleep straight away...

It took a few minutes, but soon I was starting to drift off.

But, of course, that was when she decided to make an appearance.

"Hey, it's my play thing." she giggled. "So, I had an idea that's just going to be funzzies!"

And her idea of 'funzzies'? Well, that just so happened to be sealing my mouth shut, without using anything,so I couldn't scream and paralyzing me, so I could move.

Wasn't that so much fucking fun?!

"Sleep. See what you could have had if you were normal." she said, her voice fading away.

WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN: Alternate Saturday, March 15th 2014

As soon as I had shut the door to my dad's car, arms wrapped around my waist from behind and a chin rested on my right shoulder. Grinning I leant back into the wall of muscle behind me, lifting my arms until I could loosely wrap them around his neck, as I leant the side of my head against his.

"Hey, Der-Bear." I grinned.

His mumbled reply was lost in the skin of my neck, the only thing signalling that he spoke being the vibrations on my neck and back.

I had lost count how many times Derek had done this, and I had lost count how many times I actually understood what he had said.

Derek moved my arms from his neck, spinning me around to face him before putting them back around him again and placing his back around my waist... I couldn't even remember how many times he had done that over the past few months.

I had just learnt to go along with it.

Once Derek had, basically, positioned the both of us to his liking, he dropped his head back into the join of my neck and shoulder, nuzzling a little and lightly nipping at the side of my neck, dragging me closer to him.

"You're extra cuddly today." I grinned, slipping my right hand into his hair. "Something good happened."

My only answer was a huff – so...wrong, then.

"Me?" I teased.

Now, I was just going to interpret his answer to this as a yes. I mean, he did that happy growl thing, nuzzling and dragging me closer a little more... So, that meant yes...right?

"Well, shucks!" I laughed. "Now, as much as I would love to stay like this, there are people waiting for us inside."

That got me a not so happy growl...

And it was times like these that I was so happy that my dad didn't have supernatural hearing! Otherwise it could get really embarrassing.

"Think, Sourwolf. A few hours of this, and then I'm all yours." I whispered, turning my head to kiss his cheek lightly. "Can you wait that long?"

"We'll see." Derek muttered.

(Inside the house)

"Talia, where'd the bowl go?!"

"John, you want another beer?"

"Oliver, what are you doing?!"

"Laura, put your phone down! This is family time!"

"Peter, can you come help me with the girls!

"Cora, stop chasing your brother with the water gun!"

It was always hectic when the entire Pack came to Hale House of 'family time', but it was always a lot of fun.

If dad didn't get the Sherriff's job for Beacon Hills, then we would be in...Texas, for all I know! And, if we moved to Texas, then this would never have happened.

I wouldn't have gotten to know the rest of the Pack – Scott, Allison, Isaac, Danny, Jackson, Lydia, Erica and Boyd – and Derek and I would have never gotten together.

I wouldn't have been able to see Peter's daughters grow up.

And it would have sucked if I didn't get to do any of it.

But I didn't have to think like that.

No.

Standing out in the forest, leaning against the house, watching as everyone ran around and laughed, I couldn't help but smile.

"What are you doing over here?" a voice whispered in my ear.

"Nothing." I sighed, leaning to the side.

Leaning my head on Derek's shoulder, I continued to watch as Peter's eldest daughter tackled him to the ground, his youngest clambering on top of them both.

It was obvious that Peter was always going to be a good dad... I mean, he did well with Laura, Derek, Cora and me when we were kids. Sure, he lost the four of us a few times, but now he was older he was a lot more responsible.

"I love this." Derek muttered.

"I love you." I replied without thinking.

I realised what I said as soon as Derek turned towards me slightly.

Instead of saying anything, I just walked into the house and into the kitchen.

(In the Kitchen)

Before I knew it, arms had wrapped around me from behind, snapping me out of my head. A face pressed into the right side of my neck gently.

"You said you loved me." he said instead, sounding casual.

Of course, that made me panic.

Quick as I could, I got myself out of Derek's hold and walked towards the fridge, pulling out the apple juice before grapping a plastic cup.

"Did I?" I asked, paying more attention to pouring the juice into my cup then to the actual conversation.

"Yes, you did." Derek replied, quietly, sounding closer than before.

I already knew that Derek could tell how fast my heart was beating.

I already knew that Derek could tell I was freaking out.

Stupid wolfy powers!

I didn't turn around.

I kept my back to Sourwolf as I screwed the lid back onto the juice carton and placed it back into the fridge.

Today, the apple juice tasted bitter and tangy as it slid down my throat, nothing like the sweet awesomeness that it usually was.

But I still drank it.

"Did you mean it?" he asked after a moment of silence, stepping closer.

Placing the cup back down on the counter and clearing my throat slightly, I moved away from the counter – still with my back to Derek – and started to walk towards the other side of the kitchen.

Derek, however, gently grabbed my arm and pulled me back and around so I was facing him. But, keeping my head down, I avoided eye contact.

"Did. You. Mean. It?" he asked again, separating each word.

I had definitely screwed up.

It was obvious that Derek didn't reciprocate, which was fine, I guess...

Ok, no, that was a lie! It was totally not fine, that would be a bad thing to find out!

But why would he love me?

Tolerate me? Yes.

Like me? Yes.

Love me? Yeah right, in my dreams!

He was pissed, he had to be! I mean, why wouldn't he be mad?

Way to go, Stilinski...

"Stiles?" Derek sighed, quietly, softly forcing my head up until I had no choice but to look him in the eyes. "Did you mean it?"

So, I did the only thing I could do.

Lie, and hope he believed it.

"No, nope, not at all. Big joke, funny right?" I laughed, nervously. "So, uh, wanna..."

"You're lying." Derek interrupted, confused, head tilted to the side like a giant puppy.

"No I didn't."

"You did it again."

"No I didn't."

"Stiles!"

Going quiet, I turned my head down again, staring at the ground.

"Why are you lying?" Derek asked.

Sighing, I shrugged. But Derek didn't take that as an answer.

No.

So, using his strength and the grip he already had on my arm to his advantage, Derek dragged me towards him, before moving until he could lift me, like a rag doll, so I sat on the edge of the counter, while he stood between my legs.

"Well?" he questioned, expectantly.

"Why do you think?" I mumbled, pathetically.

Because at the moment I was – pathetic.

If you really thought about it.

And, by the way Derek sighed; I thought he thought so too.

Until he started laughing... At that point, I was just confused.

"Stiles, if Ididn't loveyou then you wouldn't be my Mate!" Derek told me.

And, yeah, that got my attention.

"A werewolf, both their human andwolf side, loves their Mate, you idiot." he continued. "I thought you knew that!"

Less than twelve hours with Derek and I was already red in the face. But the tension in my body already started to fade as I sat there.

"Oh..." I muttered. "So...it's ok that I said it?"

"Thought you didn't mean it." Derek teased, smirking slightly.

"Keep being an asshole and I won't."

I really should stop lying to werewolves...

END OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN: Normal Saturday, March 15th 2014

As soon as my eyes opened, I found that I could move again.

There was no voice in my head; I was alone with my thoughts... But my thoughts were plagued by what I just saw.

"I will kill that bitch myself." I snarled.

"What happened?" Derek said, sleepily, barely opening his eyes.

"Nothing, Sourwolf... Don't worry about it."

Sunday, March 16th 2014.

Everyone was out again, leaving Derek and me alone in the house together. It would have been fine if, ever since he woke up properly from his nap yesterday – and after I got a little more sleep – he didn't keep asking me who I wanted to kill and why.

Yes, because I was going to tell him that, if I was born human, my dad would have been the Sheriff here, the rest of his and Peter's family would still be alive, and the two of us would actually be dating – and Mates!

Yeah, I didn't see me telling him that at any point in the near future.

With the extra sleep during the middle of the day the day before, plus the alright night's sleep I had that night, I was feeling more awake than I ever had in years!

But that meant I had all this energy.

Energy that I couldn't burn off with training.

Energy that I didn't know what to do with.

And that just frustrated me!

"Come on, we're going for a run." Derek said, holding out his hand.

Which was why this surprised me.

All I was doing was lying on the couch, watching a bit of boring afternoon TV. Nothing unusual.

But Derek was never one for 'usual'.

"Sorry, what?" I scoffed, lightly.

"Running. You. Me. Now." Derek sighed, rolling his eyes. "Come on."

"You do remember that I'm human now, right? I won't be able to keep up!"

"So we'll go slowly. Hurry up."

I guess it was the absence of my own Alpha wolf that made me do as he said.

Yeah, that was totally it...

As a human, without my animal sides, I was really unfit.

I had to stop every ten to fifteen minutes, gasping for breath!

I hated this.

I hated being weak.

I hated being slow.

I hated not feeling...like I belonged to something, even if I didn't fit in.

"My cousin Jessie, Peter's eldest daughter, she was actually born human. She took after he mom in that way." Derek told me during one of our breaks. "Jessie always found it difficult trying to keep up with the wolves, with her sisters... Yet she never wanted to be turned. Liked having something that made her different."

I looked up from where I sat, leaning back against the trunk of a tree.

"Jessie was a little younger than Cora, only by a couple of years. She was a lot like you, actually." Derek chuckled. "She never backed down, always fighting against things that would hurt her family, her friends... She was brave, loyal; at times I thought she was fearless even though I knew different."

I watched as Derek's eyes glazed over slightly, a look that I was all too familiar with.

Pain, grief, regret, guilt...

"She would always say: Courage is the discovery that you may not win, and trying when you know you can lose. I never understood what she meant..." Derek admitted, sliding down until he sat beside me. "I guess, basically, she was trying to say that, even though you might not win at something, you need to try. Which is why we need to try sort this out. Why we need to try to get you back to the way you were. Because if we don't try, then we're not just failing you, but we're failing ourselves."

For a girl younger than me who died in a fire, Jessie Hale was a wise kid.

Deflating slightly, I slumped to the side, resting the side of my head on Derek's shoulder.

"But what if it doesn't work?" I asked, quietly.

"What if it does?" he retaliated.

I guess those where the two things everyone had to ask themselves at, at least, one point in their life.

But everything seemed to come down to 'what if'.

What if was something dangerous that people dwelled on when they know something didn't go right for them.

Like, what if my dad actually got the Sheriff's job here in Beacon Hills?

What if my mom didn't get and/or die from stomach cancer?

What if I never met Zane?

The world was full of 'what if's, that no one knew the answer to.

For all we knew, it could have the same result...

"I'm scared." I whispered, clenching my eyes shut.

I felt Derek move his arm until it was wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me closer towards him slightly, as he rested the side of his head on the top of mine.

"I know, Gen." Derek whispered back. "But it's going to be ok."

When we got back to the house later that day, we launched our selves straight into research.

It was the same on Monday 17th.

But, Tuesday 18th, it changed a little.

While Derek went...somewhere to do more research, Peter dragged me out of the house – not literally – got me into a car and started to drive.

For the life of me, I had no idea where he was taking me, and he wasn't answering anytime I asked him.

I remembered, faintly, the way we were going, everything around me looking familiar.

I just couldn't remember where this way leads to.

In the end, I just sat back and watched the scenery go past, trusting Peter. Even though I still wasn't too good at putting my full trust in people, I still trusted Derek, Peter and the rest of their Pack enough.

Just like they seemed to trust me.

Peter seemed to be on autopilot, not paying attention to which way he was turning. I was assuming it was because he knew where to go, not because he was making this up as he went along.

I mean, knowing Peter, it could be anything.

I sat there for an hour and forty six minutes, until Peter stopped in Red Bluff, the place Derek took me when we went to find Isaac's presents from 'Santa'.

However, instead of parking to go shopping, we were parked outside of the Starbucks on 1058 S Main Street.

Peter still said nothing, even as he gestured for me to get out of the car as he got out himself.

Inside the coffee shop, Peter and I grabbed a booth-table near the back, both of us with our coffees.

"When your mother first brought you to the house for us to meet, Derek was the first to hold you." Peter started. "The boy was almost drawn to you, and vice versa... We could all see it."

I didn't say anything, waiting to see where the zombie would go with this.

I mean, it was a strange way to start a conversation.

"I, of course, was the next. I was young then, only seventeen, but luckily I had had enough experience with children to know how to handle them. You were smaller, though. Smaller than Laura or Derek or Cora had ever been." Peter continued. "You were small, but even then you had quite a lot of strength. We already knew what your mother was, so we all knew that there was a strong possibility that you would be the same. Of course, since your father was human, there was a strong possibility that you would be too."

I just nodded as Peter paused, glancing up at me.

"That day, when we first met you, I made a series of promises to myself." Peter told me. "I promised that when Grace, my Mate, and I had children, they would grow up in the same loving environment as my nieces, nephew and yourself. I promised that I would do everything I could to keep the young ones in my life as safe as I could. I also promised, to your mother, that I would do everything I could to help her keep you safe if I was ever needed to."

Peter dropped his head slightly, a sad smile plastered to his face.

"I broke two of those promises." Peter sighed. "All of my girls are gone and I failed to keep you safe. For that, I'm sorry."

I didn't even need my wolf or fox to sense the guilt streaming off of the older wolf in buckets.

It was written all over his face.

It was in the way he held himself.

And that made me feel bad...

So, sliding along the booth until I was nearer the zombie-wolf, I hugged him with one arm, tightening my grip on his arm slightly.

"Don't be sorry. You don't have to be sorry." I told him. "You did nothing wrong. Besides, you've done more than others."

Peter and I spent a few hours talking.

We talked more about things before I moved away.

He told me more about Grace and their daughters.

He told me more about what happened after I moved away.

He told me more about what happened with the fire and how they rebuilt their Pack.

We just got to know each other again, became friends again.

Of course, we did get back to the house after a while, to carry on with research... It had been only four days and we still hadn't found anything. I was starting to think that we weren't ever going to and I was going to be left for dead.

At least Peter already told me that I wouldn't go through that alone, if it did come to that.

But, for now, we would just have to wait and see.

Wednesday, March 19th 2014.

Day five.

The Betas were at the university, so Derek and Peter and I were researching, as usual.

I seriously doubted whether we were going to find anything or not...

The amount of times that I had looked through my mom's books was unbelievable, and never had I come across anything like this.

All the time, whenever someone found something in a book, they would turn it towards me and ask if she looked like what was on the paper.

All the time, it would be the same answer: no.

I just didn't think we'd sort this out.

"We've been looking for five days, is there even a point anymore?" I asked, placing my laptop on the coffee table before leaning back into the couch.

"Yes." Derek grunted.

"What Derek means, my boy, is: maybe we've overlooked something, missed something." Peter smiled. "Besides, there are still some books that we haven't had a chance to look through yet."

Sighing, I reached over and grabbed one of the books, deciding it was better to keep looking than to argue at this point in time.

"Can I put some music on while we look?" I asked, slowly, still flicking through the pages.

As soon as they both said yes, I was yanking my headphones out of my laptop and hitting play on my playlist.

Mmmmm...
I'm booking myself a one-way flight
I gotta see the colour in your eyes
Yeah tellin' myself I'm gonna be alright
Without you baby is a waste of time
Yeah, our first date, girl, the seasons changed
It got washed away in a summer rain
You can't undo a fall like this
'Cause love don't know what distance is
Yeah, I know it's crazy

Ah, now this was a good country song. I Want Crazy by Hunter Hayes.

But I don't want "good" and I don't want "good enough"
I want "can't sleep, can't breathe without your love"
Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn't make sense to anybody else
Who cares if you're all I think about,
I've searched the world and I know now,
It ain't right if you ain't lost your mind
Yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy
Are you with me baby? Let's be crazy
Yeah
I wanna be scared, don't wanna know why
Wanna feel good, don't have to be right
The world makes all kinds of rules for love
I say you gotta let it do what it does
I don't want just another hug and a kiss goodnight
Catchin' up calls and a date sometimes
I love that we're rebels, and we still believe
We're the kind of crazy people wish that they could be, yeah

I always like Hunter Hayes, right from the first moment I head this song, since it was the first song of his I ever heard.

Oh, and I know we're crazy, yeah
But I don't want "good" and I don't want "good enough"
I want "can't sleep, can't breathe without your love"
Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn't make sense to anybody else
Who cares if you're all I think about,
I've searched the world and I know now,
It ain't right if you ain't lost your mind
Yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy
You with me baby? Let's be crazy
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

I just liked that it was so upbeat and happy and it was just so...country.

No, I don't want "good" and I don't want "good enough"
I want "can't sleep, can't breathe without your love"
Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn't make sense to anybody else
Who cares if you're all I think about,
I've searched the world and I know now,
It ain't right if you ain't lost your mind
Yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy
Yeah, look at us baby, tonight the midnight rules are breaking
There's no such thing as wild enough,
And maybe we just think too much
Who needs to play it safe in love? Let's be crazy!
Na na na na oh na na na na oh
Who cares if we're crazy? We gotta be crazy!
I know that we're crazy, so let's be crazy!
Yeah-ah-ah...

As we listed to the music, the three of us kept researching... Though I couldn't help but sing along...

Hunter Hayes was always a good country singer to listen to.

But this next person was always great to.

When I got the news today
I didn't know what to say.
So I just hung up the phone.
I took a walk to clear my head,
This is where the walking led
Can't believe you're really gone
Don't feel like going home
So I'm gonna sit right here
On the edge of this pier
Watch the sunset disappear
And drink a beer

Another country song...

Shut up, country can be good!

Especially when it's a Luke Bryan song, like this one, which just so happened to be Drink a Beer.

Funny how the good ones go
Too soon, but the good Lord knows
The reasons why, I guess
Sometimes the greater plan
Is kinda hard to understand
Right now it don't make sense
I can't make it all make sense
So I'm gonna sit right here
On the edge of this pier
Watch the sunset disappear
And drink a beer
So long my friend
Until we meet again
I'll remember you
And all the times that we used to...
... sit right here on the edge of this pier
And watch the sunset disappear
And drink a beer
Drink a beer,
Drink a beer.
Yeah

I loved to play this one of my guitar, just sitting somewhere quiet and singing along to it.

I don't know what it was... But I just liked it.

Then again, I liked all the songs in my playlist...

Our candle burns away
The ashes full of lies
I gave my soul to you
You cut me from behind
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
You're scared of the truth, I'm tired of the lies
Cuz who I am, is where you wanna be
Don't act like an angel
You fallen again
You're no super hero
I found in the end

Like this next song. Lie to Me by 12 Stones, the acoustic version.

So lie to me once again
And tell me everything will be alright
Lie to me once again
And ask yourself before we say goodbye
Well goodbye
Was it worth it in the end...
You said you were there for me
You wouldn't let me fall
All the times I shared with you
Were you even there at all?
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
You're scared of the truth, I'm tired of the lies
Cuz who I am, is where you wanna be
Don't act like an angel
You fallen again
You're no super hero
I found in the end

I don't know what it was about the acoustic version that I liked, all I knew was I preferred it to the original.

So lie to me once again
And tell me everything will be alright
Lie to me once again
And ask yourself before we say goodbye
Well goodbye
Was it worth it in the end
Why'd you have to up and run away
A million miles away
I wanna close my eyes and make believe
That I never found you
Just when I put my guard away
It's the same old story
You left me broken and betrayed
It's the same old story
Don't act like an angel
You fallen again
You're no super hero
I found in the end

The acoustic versions of songs seemed to sound so much better sometimes...

So lie to me once again
And tell me everything will be alright
Lie to me once again
And ask yourself before we say goodbye
Well goodbye
Was it worth it in the end...
Lie to me once again
It's the same old story
Lie to me once again
It's the same old story
Was it worth it in the end...

Acoustic versions of songs always sounded nice.

But then it used my favourite kind of guitar, so I could be a little biased there...

Anyway, next song!

Said all I want from you is to see you tomorrow
And every tomorrow
Maybe you'll let me borrow your heart
And is it too much to ask for every Sunday
And while we're at it throw in
Every other day to start
I know people make promises all the time
Then they turn right around and break them
When someone cuts your heart open with a knife
While you bleeding
But I could be that guy to heal it over time
And I won't stop until you believe it
'Cause baby you're worth it

Oh, this song!

Not a Bad Thing the Boyce Avenue cover version of Justin Timberlake's song...

I loved it, so much.

Upbeat-ish, and just so catchy!

So don't act like it's a bad thing
To fall in love with me
'Cause you might fuck around
And find your dreams come true, with me
Spend all your time and your money
Just to find out that my love was free
So don't act like it's a bad thing
To fall in love with me, me
It's not a bad thing to fall in love with me, me
Now how about I'd be the last voice
You hear at night?
And every other night for the rest of the nights
That there are
Every morning I just wanna see you staring back at me
'Cause I know that's a good place to start
I know people make promises all the time
Then they turn right around and break them
When someone cuts your heart open with a knife
While you bleeding
But I could be that guy to heal it over time
And I won't stop until you believe it
'Cause baby you're worth it

I loved this song. The melody, the tune, the possible harmonies!

Just lovely!

Not to mention the middle eight/bridge was nice too.

I always like middle eights/bridges... I found that it just gave a nice feel to a song.

Songs always put me in a good mood.

Didn't matter if they were happy or sad, they put me in a good mood.

And, you know, I loved to sing along as well...

Just as the next one was about to start, Derek hit the space bar on my laptop, pausing my playlist. Before I could say anything, he turned the book in his hands around to face me.

"Is this her?" Derek asked, a small bit of hope in his eyes.

Staring out of the book was a familiar brunette with grey eyes.

As soon as I saw that face, I took the book and starting to read the description of what she and her kind did, how they did it and why.

"It all fits." I muttered. "It's her!"

"What is she?!" Peter asked, a little excited that we were getting somewhere.

As he and Derek slid over to the couch, sitting on either side of me, I pointed to the name, in bold, at the top of the page: ΜάγισσεςΠνεύμα.

"What does that even say?" Derek huffed.

"Mágisses Pnév̱ma." I answered. "It's Greek."

"So, what does it mean in English?"

"Spirit Witches."

Yup.

Spirit Witches.

I had my wolf and fox taken by a Spirit Witch.

I mean, technically speaking, I suppose they could count as spirit animals, in a way. So it was no wonder that she could take them away.

A Spirit Witch could give and take a spirit animal away from a person at any given time, but they had to have a good reason for it, and they had to go through all these procedures.

Unless the Witch had turned rogue, driven mad by hearing the 'wishes' of those with spirit animals of the time.

"So this rogue Spirit Bitch heard me saying I wish I was normal and did just that." I glared. "Yup, I'm going to kill her."

Now we knew what she was, we did a bit more research into Spirit Witches, trying to find how to kill them and get my wolf and fox back.

I was just glad that we got somewhere.

Everything was quiet...

Until the Betas came home.

Jackson came in first, bruises and cuts healing as he stormed past us and up the stairs.

The rest followed, all talking at once, trying to stop him.

Of course, the seven of the stopped as soon as Derek growled, letting Jackson get away.

"What in the name of Gallifrey is going on?" I asked, getting off of the couch and walking to the doorway to stand by Derek.

"We don't know." Isaac sighed.

"Jackson won't tell us." Lydia whined, concerned for her wolf-boy.

Derek and I glanced at each other briefly, and I only waited until he nodded.

Sometimes it was creepy how he knew what I was thinking...

"I'll go talk to him." I said. "I'll let you know you know what's up, alright?"

Not only did Lydia agree to this, but she also dragged me in for a very tight hug.

As I made my way up the stairs to the second floor, I could already hear Derek and Peter filling the rest of the Betas in as to what we had found out earlier that day.

But, at the moment, I wasn't too concerned about that.

I was more concerned about finding out what was wrong with the second youngest pup.

Knocking on Lydia and Jackson's bedroom door, I waited for the pup in question to let me in.

But nothing happened.

So I knocked again and waited a little longer.

Still nothing happened.

So, I tried to open the door myself.

It wasn't locked.

Walking into the room, the first thing I saw was Jackson lying face down on the bed, head buried under a pillow. Frowning, I thought how this really wasn't normal behaviour for him...

That just made me all the more worried.

"Jackson?" I asked, quietly.

"What do you want?" his answer came, muffled.

Sighing a little, I sat down on the edge of the bed, twisted so I could look at him.

"I just want to know what's wrong." I told him.

"Why do you care?" he countered.

"Why do you think I don't?"

Jackson didn't answer that. He just stayed quiet.

So I resulted to poking him in the ribs.

Turned out, Jackson was ticklish.

That was one way to get him to turn over...

"Who did this to you?" I asked, gesturing at the bruises and marks on his face.

"That dick, Chase." Jackson sighed, avoiding eye contact.

I had to stop and just blink and breathe for a moment.

That didn't sound right.

"He hasn't done anything in ages." I mused.

"Well he did today." Jackson replied, bitterly, sitting up. "Thought you were an easier target since you weren't there, so I showed him otherwise."

"So, you did this...for me?"

"That's what I just said."

Despite everything that was telling me not to, I couldn't help but hug the pup.

I mean, not many people would or have done that for me, yet he did.

I expected Jackson to push me away, to ask me what I thought I was doing.

Instead, he – kind of – hugged back.

"Thanks." I muttered.

It took a short while for Jackson to calm down fully but, while we were waiting, we just talked.

This was the first time I was able to speak to Jackson one-to-one, and it was actually quite nice.

Of course I knew about his parents – his biological parents – and the adoption, and he knew that I knew about that, but he told me more. He told me how he always tried to picture what traits he had of them. If he was an equal mix or was more like one than the other.

He told me how he read a lot, not that he told anyone, so he could escape from the world around him, just for a little bit and forget everything that was going on. I could relate to that, I was the same, had been since I was a kid...

We even had the same taste in music and authors and films, which was scary...

"Never thought I'd be saying this, but you're an alright guy, Stiles." Jackson told me, smirking a little.

"Yeah, you're not so bad yourself, Jax." I grinned.

Who would have guessed that Jackson and I would actually get along properly and have things in common? I mean, for all these months...

"What did you call me?" Jackson asked, confused.

"Huh?" I replied.

"Did you... Did you call me 'Jax'?"

Did I? Did I call him Jax?

Was I really starting to give these guys nicknames?

"Oh, sorry. Lack of brain to mouth filter you know, can't help it sometimes." I shrugged, chuckling a little. "It's annoying."

Jackson just nodded slowly.

"I don't mind you know." he said, after a small silence.

"Don't mind what?" I replied.

Jackson sighed and rolled his eyes, looking almost amused.

I mean, come on, Jackson? Amused? At me?!

Well, like they said, there's always a first for everything. Even if that everything just happened to be out of this world crazy!

"You calling me Jax..." he explained, quietly, shrugging. "It's... I dunno, it's like I'm actually being included for once."

I tilted my head to the side. For once I actually saw the broken, scared, teenager sitting in front of me. The one who had lost everything without even realising.

The one who hid behind his walls to protect himself from losing anything else – remind you of anyone?

For once I didn't see the boneheaded jock who got by in life by bullying, or the asshole who seemed to have to just be a jerk to get anywhere.

I was finally seeing – I assumed – the Jackson that was being hidden from us all.

"What makes you think you aren't?" I asked, trying to make it sound like I wasn't trying to pry – which I wasn't!

Jackson sighed, glancing up at the ceiling for a moment. He sat up properly, crossing his legs, but stayed staring at the roof.

"I know everyone's still wary about the whole Kanima thing..." he muttered. "I'll just always be a slimy, scaly lizard to them. It's not like I really fit in anywhere, even though I'm part of the Pack... Sometimes I think that I should just leave, to be honest, even though I don't want to."

"Ok, look, I have never lied to you in the months that I have known you, and I'm not starting now. Trust me when I say they don't think that, and no one else thinks that." I told him, forcefully. "You are Pack, that means you are family, that means you belong, that means you should stay here, and it means that you are most definitely NOT a 'slimy lizard'. You hear me?"

"But..."

"No buts! Seriously, don't make me get everyone in on this! Trust me, they might not show it all the time, but they care. Look at me, for example, I'm a newly-turned human with anger issues and a sketchy past, who gets on everyone's nerves. If anyone in this house doesn't fit in it's me. And don't try to say I'm wrong, I all ready know I'm right."

"But..."

"What did I say about those buts?"

"You're really stubborn, you know that?"

"It's all part of my character."

Jackson just laughed slightly, shaking his head as he tilted his head back down.

"Trust me, you're wanted. You belong." I told him. "And I'm pretty sure Lydia would hunt you down and drag your ass back here if you tried to leave."

I don't think I've ever heard Jackson laugh so much in only an hour or two.

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