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Chapter 03: Amensia

November 2003

Stiles was standing on the hospital roof, he'd followed his mother up there. He was nine and a half years old, Jessica wasn't there she was with Derek and Laura. Stiles was suddenly shrinking backwards trying to avoid his mother's hands.

"Mom, mom...what are you doing?" Stiles called looking at his mother, he was frightened she'd never done this before.

"Stiles?" Jessica voice sounded from somewhere, as she was suddenly between him and their mother. "Mom?"

"Claudia? Claudia, what are you doing?" Noah was there holding Claudia back as lashed out at Stiles around Jessica. "Jess, check your brother," Jessica nodded as she crouched down in front of Stiles and pulled him into her arms.

"I couldn't stand to be in that room any more. Not with him looking at me like that," Claudia said as she struggled against Noah's arms. Noah looked at Stiles and then back at Claudia as Stiles found himself wrapped tightly in Jessica's arms. "He's trying to hurt me,"

"Mom, he's just a kid he'd never hurt you," Jessica said as she picked Stiles up, he may have been nine and half years old but his sisters arms were always safe. "Stiles, it's okay mom doesn't mean it," Jessica spoke quietly to him as he wrapped his arms tightly around her.

February 2005

Next thing Stiles knew he was standing with Jessica in Derek and Cora's hospital room staring at the machine that was helping the older boy to breathe. Cora's arms and one of her legs was covered in bandages, but she was smiling because she knew that Laura was visiting that day. Jessica had her arm wrapped around Stiles shoulder as he started to ask questions about Derek's leg.

"Jess, what happened to it?" Stiles was pointing to Derek's right leg, what was left of it.

"You know the fire that hurt them? Derek's leg was crushed beyond repair," Jessica spoke softly as she looked down at Stiles and then up at Derek who was still unconscious.

"They had to cut off his leg," Cora mumbled, her smile disappearing as she struggled to push herself up in the hospital bed. "He's not going to be happy,"

"Core, he'll be happy that you're alive," Jessica said as she and Stiles walked over to her and Cora put her arms out wanting to be hugged.

Present day – 2013

Stiles blinked, looking at Cora with teary eyes before he found himself wrapping his arms around her tightly. He felt like he was a small child in a foreign place. Cora glanced at Scott and then at the others who still weren't used to seeing the interaction between the two. A second later and Stiles was pulling himself free from Cora's arms and frantically racing for the door. Cora shook her head as the others moved to stop him, Scott raised his eyebrow briefly before nodding as a look of remembrance crossed his face.

"Let him, he won't go far," Cora stated calmly, she'd seen it happen and the furthest he ever got was outside the door and sitting on top of whatever garbage bin he could find. "He won't go far,"

"Are you sure?" Lydia asked, she'd been witness to his panic attacks over the years but never anything like this.

"She's sure," Scott nodded, he could hear Stiles outside the clinic clambering onto the garbage bin outside. "He's sitting on the garbage bin," He remembered when they were kids after Stiles mother died whenever he started feeling overwhelmed before the panic attacks set in he'd run.

"Sorry we were late, we went back to where we found him," Isaac spoke up from where he was leaning against the door. Everyone had taken turns going out to the old First National Bank and searching for any kind of clue. Noah had cordoned off the area deeming it unsafe for civilians.

"We found a couple of flowers, that weren't there last patrol," Cora said as she fished the plastic sandwich bag out of her pocket. The bag contained three flowers and a root – forget-me-not, cyclamen and the mandrake root and flower. Neither Isaac or Cora particularly liked going to the Bank, but they would for Stiles.

"Show me," Deaton held out his hand so Cora handed him the bag before Scott was disappearing out the door and looking for Stiles.

Back at the Stilinski residence, Jessica and Jordan were attempting to convince Derek's wolf to shift back to human Derek. Jordan had gotten to the point he was covering his ears while Jessica was dealing with the wolf nudging her hand. Derek had gotten shot in the backyard, no one should have been able to see his wolf form, not with the protective spell in place. Derek's whining was getting louder and there was only so much dampening that she could do.

"Come on Der, you have to shift," Jessica urged as she put her hand gently on the wolf's head as he placed his head on her lap. "Please Der," the wolf whined and nudged at her hand again. "I can't help you in this form, you know that,"

"Is talking to him really going to get him to shift," Jordan questioned raising his eyebrow as he stood back, he wasn't quite sure about Derek's wolf form. Jessica nodded looking up at Jordan before her eyes were back on Derek.

"Yeah, and unless he shifts I can't see what's done to his legs," Jessica answered as Derek let out a whine again before they heard his bones cracking as he shifted back to human. "Slowly D,"

"Fuck," Derek growled as he gripped hold of what was normally his good leg and semi-withered on the ground. "Hand me my clothes?" Jordan obliged and handed Derek his clothes. Derek glanced down and saw that his prosthetic was cracked and fallen to the ground. "Thanks,"

"Any time, I'll go check and see if anyone is around," Jordan said before disappearing around the side of the house and out the front. "And call the others,"

"I didn't even hear anything," Jessica muttered as she tossed Derek's prosthetic to the side while he pulled on his shirt. "Can you move your leg at all?" Jessica questioned, as she helped to get him upright.

"No, feels like its shattered and hurts like hell," Derek answered, as Jessica helped him into his boxers before he looked down and saw the black goo and purple smoke coming out of his leg. "And the stump feels the same...but I don't think it is,"

"That's going to be fun to explain," Jessica said, Derek just rolled his eyes and waited for her to do whatever she was going to do. "Have to get you inside first, think you can manage that?"

Derek growled as Jessica helped him to his feet before Jordan was back and was able to carry him back into the house. Derek howled in pain as Jordan set him on the couch, while Jessica grabbed the first aid kit and a lighter. After she grabbed the first-aid kit she went and grabbed a couple of towels and a wash cloth.

At the clinic, Scott looked up at Stiles where he was sitting on the garbage bin before glancing away for a second. Stiles looked back at Scott and slowly clambered down off the garbage bin nearly falling off in the process. Cora raced outside with Isaac hot on her heals they'd heard Derek's howl. Stiles was in Scott's arms before he could say anything burying his head in his best-friends shoulder.

"We have to go to Derek now," Cora said, before she and Isaac were off running as neither of them had a car and both were used to running.

"Wait! Get in," Scott called before he lead Stiles over to Roscoe and had him sitting in the passenger seat. "I'll drive," Cora and Isaac bee-lined it for the Jeep and climbed in the back.

"Derek's hurt," Cora's voice was barely above a whisper as she glanced at Stiles jiggling in the front seat. "Stiles...are you okay?" she gently put her hand on his arm as she reached through the seats while Scott drove.

"Where's Jess?" Stiles asked quietly still jiggling in the front as he looked out the window before them.

"She's at home, we're going there now," Scott told him, taking his eyes off the road for a split second to look at him before his attention was back on the road.

"What do you think happened?" Isaac asked quietly, neither he or Cora liked hearing scared howls from any of the wolves.

"Don't know, just need to see him," Cora answered before telling Scott to drive faster, she didn't care if one of the deputies pulled them over. "Deaton's looking into what we found but he thinks Jess may know more,"

Scott drove faster, before screeching to halt outside the Stilinski's behind Jordan's cruiser. Inside they could hear Jordan asking what to do with Jessica telling him just to stand there. Stiles clambered out of Roscoe nearly falling in the process causing Cora to lurch between the seats and grab hold of his arm. Stiles moved to pull his arm away but Cora held on tighter as she climbed out of Roscoe before taking his hand in hers. Isaac climbed out after Scott, and the four of them made their way inside.

"One of you get your ass over here and take his pain," Jessica said as she finally produced what she'd been searching for inside the first aid kit.

"What happened?" Scott asked as Isaac moved to Derek, while Stiles let go of Cora's hand and slowly made his way behind the lounge.

"Wolf, me got shot in the backyard," Derek grimaced as Jessica dug the pair of tweezers into the open wound to and pulled the bullet lodged in his left femur free with a little magical help. "F..."

"Considering that the prosthesis is damaged there's a good chance there's a bullet in your right femur too," Jessica said before she noticed that the damage was higher up. "Or not...hold still," Derek nodded to Jessica to do whatever she had to as black lines travelled up Isaac's arm.

"Hurry up," Derek growled, closing his eyes as he felt her doing the same thing as before so he pulled away from Isaac and grabbed hold of Jessica. "Parrish, take Stiles upstairs to Jess' old room there should be a leg brace in there," Derek said through gritted teeth as Cora grabbed the lighter and moved it to where the black blood and smoke was coming from. Jordan and Stiles disappeared up the stairs to Jessica's old room where they found the brace that Derek was talking about.

"This is going to sting like a bitch," Cora said as Isaac grabbed a towel and thrust it towards Derek. "Use it Der," Derek shook his head before Cora stuck the towel in his mouth forcing him to bite down on it.

"Derek, I really don't know how we're going to explain this," Jessica said as Cora burned the wolfsbane out of Derek's system. Jordan and Stiles returned with the brace and Jordan handed it to Jessica as Stiles looked down at Derek. "Stiles, come here," Jessica held her hand out for Stiles and patted the spot next to her.

Scott took hold of Derek's wrist and dug one of his fingers into Derek's wrist to force the healing to start. Derek shook his head, it wasn't going to work this time. Derek took the towel out of his mouth and handed it back to Jessica. Jessica smiled at Scott before she was cleaning and wrapping Derek's stump in a bandage and then doing the same to his other leg before she helped him secure the brace.

"At least the specialist is a wolf," Jessica said as Cora helped her older brother into a pair of pants, while Stiles sat as close as possible to her. "Sti, I have to go away for a few days,"

"Where to?" Stiles asked as Jessica wrapped an arm around his shoulder and kissed the side of his head.

"Redding, it's only a couple of days with Der," Jessica told him, it had been booked in for months and they couldn't change it now.

"I'll be staying while they're gone," Cora said from her new position on the recliner with Isaac. "We can have sleepovers with Scott like when we were kids," she added smiling as she looked at Stiles and then at Scott who was still taking Derek's pain.

"You can stop with the pain taking. I'll be good," Derek nodded to Scott who took his hand off and nearly went to put it back on when Derek winced but shook his head. "Something is bugging the three of you what is it?" Derek questioned as Jordan pulled him into a sitting position before sitting next to him.

"Derek's right, spill now," Jessica as as she pulled Stiles closer she could see him fidgeting again. "Come here, we don't have to go for a little while,"

"Stiles, he's having not just a bad night but day," Cora said watching as Stiles shook his head before resting on Jessica's shoulder. "Stiles, Do you want to talk?"

"Sti, what happened?" Jessica asked quietly, briefly looking to Jordan and Derek who were talking about who knows what before her attention was back on Stiles. "Hey, hey, take my hand,"

Stiles looked around the room and then at his sister and near reluctantly took hold of her hand. Jessica smiled at him before she ran a circle on the top of his hand to calm him down. Stiles still didn't want to talk, all he wanted to do was curl up in a ball until it was all over. Looking at everyone Stiles pulled his hand away from his sister and then ran up the stairs to his room and dove under the covers.

The four wolves turned their heads towards the stairs with Derek the only one attempting to move but stopping when he felt a shooting pain. Jessica moved from where she'd been sitting on the coffee table and held her hand out to help Derek to his feet. Jordan raised his eyebrow looking to Jessica and then at the others. Derek took Jessica's hand, not bothering with the crutches as they would do him no good. A minute later and Derek's arm was around Jessica's shoulder.

"You going to be right getting up the stairs?" Jordan and Scott both spoke at the same time, Cora looked at them and then at Derek but didn't move from where she was in Isaac's arms.

"Not the first time we've done it," Jessica answered, before she was slowly helping Derek up the stairs towards Stiles room. Scott watched from the bottom of the stairs hoping that the two wouldn't tumble back down.

"Scott, it's not the first time she's helped me...I've been like this since I was seventeen," Derek said without missing a beat or a step as he hopped up one at a time with Jessica's help.

"Seventeen?" Scott blinked looking at Cora who nodded, Cora realised that Derek hadn't been home whenever Scott was around.

"The fire," Cora paused before she spoke again not sure if she should be telling Scott who really was clueless at times. "His right leg was so badly damaged that even our healing wasn't working...nothing was so they had to amputate it,"

While Cora was talking Derek and Jessica had made it into Stiles' room, with Derek sitting on the end of the bed while Jessica went into her old room and grabbed her bag. Stiles was under the covers despite the weight of Derek sitting on the end of his bed. Derek sighed a little and prodded at the lump that was Stiles, trying to get him to come out. Stiles mumbled that he didn't want anyone.

"Sti, come on. Come sit with me for just a minute," Derek's voice faltered as he spoke, all he wanted to do was pull him into his arms.

"Nuh uh," the lump shook causing Derek to sigh and lean forward and gently tug at the blankets. "Go away,"

"Stiles, we have to go. I know it's scary," Derek spoke calmly as Stiles moved to pull the blankets up again, while Derek kept hold of them. "But everyone is here to help you,"

"But you'll be back?" Stiles was quiet as he peered at Derek before slowly making his way over to Derek and sitting cross-legged beside him.

"Of course, today's Tuesday we'll be back on Friday," Derek told him, before he found Stiles grabbing hold of his arm and wrapping it around him.

"I don't like this not knowing what's going to happen," Stiles mumbled not knowing if Derek heard him until the older man pulled him closer.

"I know, we don't like it either," Derek answered, his arm tightening slightly as Stiles put his head on his shoulder. "We're doing everything we can,"