Is This The World We Created

Chapter 19

The group watched the night Scott McCall was bitten, the linchpin that led to the apocalypse.

They watched Stiles repeated warnings to Scott about the bite and his new abilities.

They watched as Stiles barely slept in an attempt to figure out how to help his best friend. With each attempt rebuffed as jealousy because he was on the first line and had a girlfriend.

Watched as Scott almost killed his best friend with his lack of control, it was horrifying to see someone floundering so. Especially as seeing as if he had been bitten on Hale territory, he should have been getting the help he needed from the pack if it wasn't for the fact they had died. No, not died, been murdered.

"Just how deluded is this idiot?!" Jasper snapped out, teeth elongating in fury. "Did he not feel the difference? There is no way he cannot realize by now that he's not human." Bewildered rage overwhelming him, he'd never seen anything like it in his life. Was he being influenced by what he'd just seen moments prior?

"It's not easy accepting you're different," Harry sighed, "My parent's best friend was bitten when he was six-years-old. The bite was a response to an insult from young Remus' father."

The werewolves couldn't help but laugh a little, really? Remus? That hilarity wore off very quickly, in realization to what Harry had actually said. A Six-year-old boy had been bitten; it wasn't something they did unless they had no choice whatsoever. Such as fatal injury, an illness that would kill. But to bite a child because of a perceived insult? That wasn't normal Alpha behaviours.

"They're not the same sort of werewolf, I'll give you an essay later," Stiles reassured Jasper and Sebastian. "Or maybe a presentation! Hmm, I'll need to see how slow the computers are first. Maybe even a questionnaire." He declared, quite chipper with the prospect.

Both older werewolves blinked, had the kid just said essay? Essays and presentations and quizzes? Seeing Peter smirk caused their hearts to sink, just what had they gotten themselves in for? it eased them somewhat, the camaraderie during such a difficult time. Although, the difficult time for them was just about to start.

Scott wasn't the only one floundering. It hurt to see Derek so clearly unmoored, he didn't have a clue what to do for the newly turned werewolf. The brooding figure they could see, that was Derek? He was handsome, but so closed off, it surely couldn't be good for a werewolf to be so angry and cut off from humanity. He was almost feral, angry and the way he handled Stiles made them cringe. How could he be so cut off that he didn't realize he was harming his own mate?

Derek's attempts to teach Scott how to control his abilities.

Watching Stiles and Scott dig up half a wolf's body – literally a wolf – at least until the wolfsbane rope was untangled and it changed shape. Morphing into human once more. Watching as the police were called and Derek was arrested.

"Derek, you know better than to treat humans this way! You were raised better than that!" Sebastian reprimanded his son, horrified at how he was treating Stiles.

"Really, out of everything you have a problem with that?" Stiles asked drolly, before reprimanding Sebastian for his thoughtlessness, "It might look violent but he never actually left a bruise on me. Considering he'd just lost his Alpha, as shitty as she was, and become Omega I thought he was doing rather well." He retorted curtly, nobody ever got to bad mouth Derek in front of him. Even if it was true enough, Derek had been violent and edgy in some stupid attempt to get him to stay out of the supernatural.

Realisation dawned, "That was…that body was Laura's?" looking sick to their stomachs, they hadn't put it together. It was natural, after all it was a dead dirty body, with brown hair, could have been anyone. They couldn't use their senses to realize who it was. "But she's cut in half, that's hunters…" and they were led to believe that Peter had killed his niece while utterly feral.

"I was also given to believe that hunters…cleaned up after themselves?" confessed one of the council members, giving an apologetic head tilt.

"They cut the body in half to stop her coming back, and left it in order to lure Derek back to Beacon Hills." Stiles told them, "But you're right, they normally do clean up after themselves."

A snarl left Jasper's throat, his fangs and claws elongated, furious with the Argents, the urge to hunt them down and kill them was so strong. Not only had they attempted (and succeeded in an alternative past) to kill his family they continued on? Hadn't they done enough? Why had they continued going after his family? Devastation was written across Jasper's face as his shift faded, he didn't bother asking why, there was no point…the hunters would just always be hunters. There was no reason for their continued attempts of genocide. His blue eyes boring into Chris Argents, he was the only Argent there, and it would be so easy to tear him to ribbons.

Although the emotions he could discern from Argent surprised him. Guilt, shame, disgust, and bone aching tiredness and hope for a better future.

Watched Peter attack teenagers in the high school, after attacking his own nephew. It took everything in Sebastian not to lash out at Peter with what he was seeing. He knew Peter wasn't responsible, no, his daughter was responsible for Peter's state, his wife, was responsible for Peter's state. By the moon, they had done him wrong and it sickened him to the core. Watched ultimately as Peter skulked away once again successful. Which was rather unheard of, a newly turned Beta able to keep himself centred in the face of its creator? Unfathomable.

They watched the horrific monstrous Alpha form Peter had adopted, that showed the madness within. Watched him further terrify two sixteen-year-old children. Worse decide to bite one of them. Although, Stiles handled it well, it was honestly amazing just how well he took to the supernatural world.

They watched as the loyalty that Stiles showed so zealously be given to the Hale's. As he took their side, giving a grown man, who was being violent with a child, threatening him, giving him the truth that he so shielded himself from. That his sister had set the Hale mansion on fire and condemned them all. Human and Were alike.

Chris cringed at their gazes, swallowing thickly, yeah, it hadn't been his proudest moment. His daughter had been in direct danger from this Alpha werewolf. He wanted it taken care of before anyone else got hurt, and before anyone realized it was his sister who set the Hale mansion on fire. Which had all been for naught.

Watched in amazement as the human – and that is exactly what he was there – declined to be a werewolf when given the choice and chance. Yet still continue to run with wolves, that, that was always breathtakingly awesome, that humans in the know allowed themselves to remain so fragile in a world that could kill them. They were truly the strongest ones, and they deserved the respect it reaped. They couldn't help but stare at Stiles in awe.

The screen showed the horror of what a decade had done to the once proud and magnificent Hale Mansion. Watched the inevitable showdown between the Hunters and Werewolves. Watched Peter take down Kate Argent, cries of horror ringing out from most people in the room as Peter was set aflame for the second time by hunters.

Jasper and Sebastian wanted so badly to close their eyes when they saw what was coming. Could see a Sixteen-year-old boy wishing to murder to become human again, could see their grandchild and son getting ready to murder what he believed to be his last remaining relative…watching as Derek became overwhelmed with the powers of the Alpha after violently slashing Peter's throat.

"Are you sure you're not a hunter?" came the shaken voice of a young council member, looking sick to his stomach. What kind of person set someone on fire like that? The distrust in his gaze as he shuffled as far away from Stiles as humanly possible. "You've got the bloodthirstiness of one."

Stiles startled; staring stunned at the condemnation he was receiving on all ends. It was probably the reaction he should have happened in the beginning. He'd had nightmares about it for a long, long time afterwards. Not that he'd told anyone, not even Derek. There was always something worse going on to care much about some nightmares. Everyone else he'd ever met had approved of his actions and reactions, including Peter himself scarily enough.

"The supernatural world is a…dangerous one," Harry spoke, standing up, "You have to understand this all happened very quickly and in a short span of time. They were teenagers, they didn't own guns, didn't have the supernatural resources to stop Peter even if they did…what did you think they could do with him? Put him in normal prison and hope he didn't kill everyone in the vicinity. The only reason the Argent's didn't put bullets in Peter's heart was because Kate was quite an effective shield. I'm sure it wasn't an easy decision to make, for Stiles especially. You really have a problem with a sixteen-year-old defending him and his? When what sort of condemnation do I receive from all of you? I killed someone at the age of one and eleven and reduced them to a pile of ash." Staring them all down, defending Stiles despite the fact he didn't need to. Voldemort and Quirrell, one could argue three times at that point. Voldemort twice, once when he was a baby and he was on the back of Quirrell even if he didn't die. Then of course there was Quirrell himself.

"More than half the creatures they went up against could not be reasoned with." Chris agreed wholeheartedly. Watching everything with an eagle eye, noticing that once Harry spoke, they all relaxed marginally. It was as if they held reality – of the law – equal to Harry. Which couldn't be right surely?

"A feral Alpha werewolf would have been killed by us if we had still been there," Jasper informed them, making it clear that the outcome would have been the same. Well, just less fire, more kill. They did not allow them to suffer, for they did not deserve it.

"That will change," the President declared.

Harry cleared his throat, "You can't say they'd get to run their own council then make demands," Harry pointed out wryly, "It's going to be difficult for the werewolves to suddenly have council without making matters worse."

"That can be discussed later, now is there anyone hungry?" the President asked.

Everyone immediately all began to mutter their agreements.

The president summoned a House-elf to bring them food while Harry strode over to Stiles, "Don't let their reactions deter you." he told him.

"I won't," Stiles promised.

"It's weird, isn't it?" Harry said with a knowing look, "To have normal and reasonable reactions to what you've done? You go so long believing that it was alright that someone having the opposite reaction completely stuns you. That's humanities biggest weakness I think…judgement and the constant need to think themselves above others, the bullying."

Stiles swallowed before nodding, "Yeah," his tone childish but with an adult grimness. Before he lit up like a Christmas tree, "Oh my god, curly fries, gimme!" and the entire bowl of curly fries floated over towards Stiles who was grinning gleeful at the size of the bowl. Only to cry out in indignation when half! Half! The curly fries disappeared, and one bite in and Stiles moaned, they might just be the best he'd ever tasted yet.

Harry smirked, Stiles definitely didn't want to talk about it anymore, it was the same tactics he'd employed over the years.

"How much longer are we going to be viewing these memories? We don't have time to waste, this future is not going to happen, so why waste time viewing them?" Ryan questioned.

"How long has he served on the council?" Harry abruptly asked, eyeing the wizard dangerously close to immolation. "And did he just happen to buy his way on?"

Surprisingly nobody came to his defence, they didn't dare to lest they end up being ridiculed and reprimanded as well.

"I worked hard to get to where I am!" Ryan proclaimed.

"If that was true, you wouldn't have said what you did," Javier pointed out, rubbing his face, "Those memories will have clues, allies, enemies, people and incidents that Stiles himself may have forgotten or overlooked. One act doesn't change the future, the more information we have the greater success. We're talking taking down hunters for Merlin's sake, it isn't going to be easy, we need to catch them all off guard and we're going to need an explain for the Muggle press."

"I know hunter families but those like Monroe? Those overlooked? I wouldn't know them…" Chris added his own two cents. "And there were a lot coming through Beacon Hills, especially during the Deadpool." His tone grim and serious.

He could see that it was a fear the wizards had, of not entirely eradicating this and having the future still play out and the magical and supernatural worlds exposed.

"Not just human assassins either, but supernatural ones," Peter nodded, and it had surprised him he thought he'd seen everything until then. "The Dread Doctors, the Wild Hunt."

The wizards and witches froze, barely breathing, "The Wild Hunt?" Javier breathed shakily, "The actual Wild Hunt?" shivering in fear and awe, if there were any gods that the wizarding world feared it would be the Wild Hunt. Not fear of being hurt, they could get out, magic led them out, but It spoke of how close they were to total exposure. "And nothing was done despite the warning? How could we have ignored this?"

"I'm not sure you even knew," Harry commented, "At least nobody has ever brought up a visit from the Wild Hunt to me. There was no way MACUSA would have ignored that sort of warning, and the power behind the Wild Hunt should have recognized on MACUSA's Emergency map. Unless, it really doesn't show god magic."

"Has it ever gone off before?" Stiles asked perking up. That was a question he actually knew the answer to.

Everyone glanced at the President, "We've never had any dealings with the Wild Hunt since we became civilised and magic became naught but tricks and smoke and mirrors in the Mundane world. In 1693 to be exact, it's when we realized something had to be done. We branded together and the International Statute of Secrecy was passed."

"Then you definitely don't get informed when they use their magic," Stiles declared, both hands on the table, fries forgotten, as he stared pensively. "They wiped Canaan, a small town in California entirely off the map, the only person spared was a Banshee who when the Wild Hunt came…it's said the full force of her powers was unleashed. It was removed…"

"April 8th 1987," Derek said without needing prompting, remembering everything Stiles told him, even the most useless things, like circumcision…now that he hadn't needed to know every detail about. He might have left Beacon Hills, but Stiles had always kept him up to date.

"1987?" the President frowned, swallowing, "Wasn't that during the blowout with the Floo network?" Dozens of wizards and witches had died, and millions of Muggle fireplaces had exploded, with pieces of those deceased wizards and witches, an arm, a leg, a foot even part of a scalp.

"We had it contained, why would the Wild Hunt need to come?" Daisy asked, pale and shaken.

"We must have been too close," Javier murmured, reeling over the fact that the Wild Hunt had been through twice! Twice! Without them any the wiser. "We should begin planning soon, are you finished?" he asked Chris.

"Get me a proper pen and I'll be done sooner," Chris told them, "Half of my writing is blotted to hell and you're not going to be able to read it!" honestly, what the hell were they doing with ink and quills anyway? It wasn't like the Victorian age! They'd moved on from that time, at least most of them.

"Ah," Aleshia standing up, she opened her black suit jacket and removed one of her pens, and made her way over to him. "I think you'll find this suitable." She did a lot of work in the Mundane world, and thus had an odd assortment of Mundane items. Secretly she loved the assortment of pens available. Gold, silver, green, yellow, speckled ink and all the colours in the rainbow. It was a guilty pleasure she had; it was much better than buying lots of pots of different ink that just go everywhere. Luckily the ones in her jacket were black and navy and perfectly normal.

He wasn't kidding about the ink splodges, there were many and horrendously big. She hadn't seen so many since she began teaching her youngest child, five-year-old at the time how to hold and write with a quill. A small pang of amusement shot through her; it didn't make everything she was hearing any easier though.

"Thank you," Chris said, subdued, no matter where he went, he always felt unwelcome. Even amongst the hunters, thanks largely to his father. Who disliked the fact his son wasn't as 'bloodthirsty' as his daughter or himself for that matter. Not that they'd really cared, he hadn't been important, just another foot soldier whose greatest accomplishment was to give birth to the next Matriarchal Argent. Seeing as Kate didn't seem to want to settle down or worse have a kid. Thank god for that, no child deserved to have a mother like that.

A few moments later a genuine smile appeared on his face when she returned with a tray of food and drink for him. with a single simple "Eat!" a tone of voice one never forgets as being the tone of a loving mother trying to get their child to eat when he or she was being stubborn.

Truthfully, Chris had lost his mother a long time ago, she died before Kate was eight-years-old, because he recalled the very last birthday party she had was when she was seven. Shaking off those thoughts, heart sinking, there was no use in thinking such thoughts.

He was giving them up, all of them, for Allison. She could hate him for letting her mother be killed if she liked, it did not matter as long as she lived. In the background Stiles memories continued to play out, shuddering just hearing his father's voice.

Finding out Isaac, Boyd and Erica had been bitten or approached by Derek. Scott trying to convince them all not to go ahead with it. Only for Boyd to tell Scott in simple terms, he was the reason why he wanted the bite. Scott had gone from being an asthmatic looser to a popular athlete on the first line. Dangling something like that in front of a teenager? Well, of course, he'd take the first opportunity he could to agree.

The new Headmaster's subtle threats, the watching, the video equipment. The school being taken over by Argents and nobody seemed to really care or notice.

"It's little wonder how he knew who everyone was," Harry said, "The Video's, shifters and werewolves' eyes flare while being recorded or having their picture taken." Still incredulous, not one person wondered what the hell happened? Didn't the Headmaster and secretary have family? The chances they took, they just didn't care at all did they?

Derek closed his eyes, feeling stupid, groaning in despair. He'd made sure they kept their heads down, no showing off…and it had been for naught. They hadn't told him that cameras had been inserted everywhere on the school grounds. If he had he would have told them to get out of there, that they were compromised.

With the memories being from Stiles' point of view, it was difficult – but not impossible – to keep up with what was happening. Peter, Derek or Stiles usually added a comment now and again, such as Jackson Whittemore being the first of Derek's Beta's.

They got their first glimpse of him while the memories showed Stiles treading waters for hours, keeping up a fully grown paralyzed werewolf up and from drowning. For what they realized was for nearly three hours! His magic had to have been giving him the stamina to aid him. A normal human would not have been able to do this.

"A KANIMA!" came the cries of a dozen of the council members, clearly well aware of what Jackson Whittemore was. "Difficult to deal with those, magic just repels of them, much like dragons' skin."

"It was indeed," Peter agreed pensively.

"You are very self-conscious, aren't you?" Javier said, "You honestly believe nobody would want you around unless you were useful. Every incident where you feel threatened, you always make little comments about being needed. The worst part is, you were just as lost as the rest of them." Hopefully it had been soundly beaten out of him by now with such a close pack.

Sebastian's claws emerged just a tad, as he refrained from smothering his son. He wasn't sure what damage had truly been done to him, and whether it could be fixed. He would do his best though, to ensure that his son knew he was loved. By the moon how had he and Talia failed so thoroughly?

Stiles' eyes shuttered as he thought on what the wizard had just said. He'd never thought of Derek as self-conscious for a long time. Then he believed it was just about his looks and people using him and thinking he was dumb. He hadn't really thought about it in the way the wizard just said.

"Psychiatrist?" Peter deduced; head cocked to the side.

"That is my day job yes," Javier smiled, "I work with both Mundane and Magical children although, I do see adults. Children are where my speciality lies." He'd been noticing that Derek felt like he'd be thrown aside if he couldn't contribute. Felt the need to threaten and state they wouldn't get anywhere without him.

Derek hearing Scott calling for help, and telling Stiles to open the mountain ash trap meant for the Kanima. Which, is exactly what Stiles eventually does, and Derek was off like a shot and the entire plan went to hell.

"Derek rushed off to save Scott, and in the ensuing struggle, Derek accidentally bit Victoria Argent who was trying to kill an innocent werewolf whose greatest crime was dating her daughter." Stiles explained, "As I came to realize, the Argent's live up to a code, and commit suicide if they were bitten before they turn. Stop snorting Peter! It's not funny!" Stiles grumbled his own lips twitching madly.

"I think it is," Peter said wryly, "Two for two when it comes to that family, hypocrites." He ignored the curious looks he got at his proclamation. They would find out sooner rather than later.

The next memory had all of them straightening up in alarm.

"Oh, no!" Stiles said, flushing a humiliating red.

Stiles being dragged through the Argent kitchen, where a girl his age was, Allison Argent, Stiles best friends' girlfriend, passed the kitchen then shoved down the stairs into a basement. He wasn't the only one, Erica and Boyd were down there too, having been fooled after leaving their Alpha, Derek for a 'new pack' only to run into the Argents and end up electrocuted and tortured for information. Stiles received the same treatment at the hands of hunters. At the end of the day, he was to serve as a message to Scott McCall of all people, he was attacked as a message.

It left the council members shaking their heads in disbelief, it did strengthen their resolve though. They were going to take out parasites like these men, who thought torturing and harming children was the way to go. "Is there any saving the children of hunters? How long as the girl been exposed to the supernatural and she's already impassive to the point of unfeeling over this happening in her home." Daisy questioned cautiously. It was not something suggested easily or lightly.

Chris clenched his fists, "She was grieving," he said tears in his eyes, but the fact she was just a little girl and so very alive eased him. "I…didn't tell her what really happened, it was really my fault she got like that for a bit. You don't understand the affect my father can have on people. He can manipulate you and you'd never ever be aware you were manipulated. He finds you at your weakest and makes you think he's helping you get strong, all the while moulding you to be what he wants. She didn't stand a chance against him…but she broke free, she became better than the rest of us." he said vehemently. "She wanted to make the Argent name good again, to save people, to save those who could not save themselves."

"How many others are just like her? the hunter lifestyle is like a cult," Daisy pointed out, "There is no guarantee that the memory charm lasts forever, so it is a concern of ours."

"Not all children elect to become hunters," Chris confessed, "Some…walk away, they might be willing to raise the children." No child deserved to die because of their parents, so if they did intend to save the children, then he would suggest what he could. As long as Allison survived, he didn't care…was that wrong? Probably, but he'd given up caring these past six years, except for the people in this room that were his pack and Allison naturally.

"Are there any more memories left?" Javier asked, glancing at the President who waved his hand and the memories began to play yet again. Apparently, it was a yes, hmm he did look to be around fifteen to sixteen years old, which meant they might be there for a while.

They watched Lydia Martin manipulate Stiles with her womanly wiles, she knew what she wanted and was going to use anyone she could to get it. At that age it was concerning, especially to Javier to see her using sex and her features to get what she wanted. It didn't bode well for her future, let's just put it that way.

The drive and smashing into the Kanima, watching mouth agape as Scott forced Derek into biting Gerard Argent. Despite the fact that Derek blatantly did NOT want to do it. Peter's reappearance, between Peter and Derek they injured the Kanima until Lydia got through to the stubborn boy. Turning him once and for all, from a Kanima to a Beta werewolf, as he should have always been. Watched as Gerard slunk away while everyone was distracted.

Watched the scene as Scott didn't even once glance at his best friend, before he took off with the Argents. A werewolf willingly going off with hunters. Not even Peter, Derek, Isaac or Lydia spared Stiles a glance despite his very obvious injuries. They weren't just showing, but they will be broadcasting pain to the rest of the pack, with their super senses.

There was nothing but silence in the room as they digested this newest revelation. They had just watched a teenager remove someone's body autonomy and forced them to do something they fundamentally didn't want to do. Rape was another word for it, although a lot of people would assume it meant sex which wasn't always the case as seen here.

Most of the council had their hands over their mouth the sheer horror causing their muteness.

Jasper and Sebastian had fully transformed, if Scott McCall had been in front of them, they would have gladly torn him to pieces, the age he was…was somehow irrelevant.

A/n – I hope you are all understanding the past that comes with Teen Wolf, it's the only downside of writing a time-travel, having to reveal what happened, and the council do need to know. I'm not sure if it will be understandable to those who haven't watched it all, hell, in another 'season' spoken about and I won't know lol I never watched passed Scott becoming a 'True Alpha' I couldn't stomach it, you know I've never disliked a main character before guess there's a first for everything! I don't get how anyone could find Scott likable at all! Anyway! Yeah, if you're lost just hit me with a message or a PM either on Facebook or Fanfiction if you'd prefer 😊 I'll do all I can to help make it make a little more sense 😉 I have read enough fiction and looked up enough to know what else happened and nothing surprised me at all that Scott didn't get better if anything he got worse! Welp one more chapter of backstory then *rubs hands gleefully* I can get to the planning for the hunters now that's going to be a little more fun and I do need to bring Sebastian and Jasper into it more! And what's this about you guys actually wanting Beacon Hills to become Supernatural only (or in the know 😉 ) or we can have Peter and Harry create their own pack lands in New Orleans in the ranch 😉 R&R please!