His feet left at crunching sound, as he moved further into the woods. His eyes were sweeping over the forest underground. He was just about to call out the Scott, when he felt a pull in his chest. He looked up and saw the one person he didn't think he would ever see again, but also the one person, he would give his life the see just one more time, in a loving environment. Scott just stopped next to him still looking at the ground. Before he could even think, he hit Scott to get his attention.

"Mischief..." The almost foreign voice said. But before it could continue, Stiles looked him right in the eyes, and said "You have NO right to call me that anymore, you lost that right when you ran. When you left me, when you left dad and when you didn't show for the funeral". At the end of the sentence he was ready to cry. "Funeral? Who? The Sheriff?" The words were falling out of him mouth before he could stop them. With tears falling down his cheeks, Stiles was shaking his head. "No, Derek. Mom passed away 5 years ago. Dad called you!" this time Stiles was yelling as he finishes talking.

Derek looked like he was hit in the face. "I haven't talked with the sheriff since the fire. Since Laura took me to New York." Derek looked more and more disturbed as he talked. "I found it wired you never called, and…" Derek stopped talking, and took out his phone. He went to blocked numbers. "NO!" He yelled, while his eyes briefly flashed blue. "Why?" the question sounded broken.

"What is going on here? Do you two know each other?" Scott's question seamed out of the blue. Both Derek and Stiles had forgotten him. "He knows you real name?" This time Scott sounded wounded. Stiles and Scott meet about 7 years ago. They were 9 and Scott had just had his first major asthma attack. Over the years they had become like brothers. The only think Stiles never had shared with Scott was two secrets, one his, and the other one he now had a right to, a secret he needed to know now to survive.

"Yes." Was Stiles' short answer. Which shock Scott's mind. The same Stiles that could not answer a yes or no question without explaining his reasoning, the same Stiles there couldn't keep quite under movies, because he has to many thinks going through his mind. That Stiles just gave a one-word answer and did not look like he would say more.

Derek gave his phone to Stiles, the number and the date for the blocking of it was plane as day. The date was a day after the fire. "If she was here I would kill her!" Stiles words sent a shock through Derek.
"Well if she wasn't death, I would help you." Derek words made Stiles take a step back. "Death?" came Stiles' much smaller voice. "It was her? The halved body?" Stiles looked sick. Derek took small and cautious steps toward Stiles. It felt like eternity before he could touch Stiles, but as soon his hand was against Stiles' chin, Stiles throw him self against Derek. Stiles' body was shaking with the tears slipping freer from his eyes now.