Is This The World We Created

Chapter 13

Noah had ordered the police van to the Hale mansion, the only one they had as a matter of fact. Also ordered one of his fellow deputies to bring a car, he'd need one to keep working. God only knows what he was going to say to the Sheriff. My kid hotwired my car and crashed it into the burning Hale mansion? It sounded bloody incredulous just saying it. Although the likelihood of the Sheriff being interested was low, he supposed. Since he was retiring, there would be elections held for a new Sheriff soon enough. He had actually been contemplating throwing his hat in the ring for the position. Now, after what he'd seen today…with his son, he wasn't sure what the hell to do.

The drive back to his home was silent and deeply uncomfortable. Noah had so many questions circling his mind. He didn't even know where to begin if he was honest. Everything he'd seen! Talia Hale turning into a wolf and attempting to attack his son! Various Hales turning into creatures of the night, eyes flashing blue and red and golden.

Let's not forget his son, his little boy, did this make him magical? Or was the thing possessing him giving him that magic? What had they said? He honestly for the life of him couldn't remember. He'd had buzzing in his ears from watching a woman turn into a wolf. Shock, he freely acknowledged, but for some reason, the shock wasn't as deep as it should be.

He'd never seen him so quiet either, glancing in the rear-view mirror. Finding him wrapped in the arms of Derek Hale. Derek Hale! Who his son hadn't even known before today…at least he hadn't ever mentioned him as far as he could recall. Which he would have done if he had known him of that there was no doubt. Stiles told him every single little detail of his day. He was a little chatterbox.

"So…" Noah cleared his throat, the car idling outside his home, "A wolf?" his tone weak and shaken.

"Sheriff…" Derek murmured, only to cock his head to the side, listening to Stiles correcting him, "I mean Deputy, everything will be explained. You have my word." He promised his solemn gaze didn't sit well on the face of a fifteen-year-old kid.

The familiarity of the tone Derek used…spoke volumes. Noah shook off his cop thinking. Right now, he didn't want to notice everything, but burying his head in the sand was out of the question too. With a resigned sigh, he got out of the car and opened the back door letting his son and Derek out of the car.

Jogging up towards his door, he opened it, allowing everyone to begin piling into his home. Talia going first, she was wearing nothing but her husband's sweater, her clothes had shredded when she changed. There was absolutely not hint of shame on her, and none of the family so much as blinked at her state of undress.

He wasn't sure how this was going to work. His decision to let them stay had been out of politeness and decency. Especially after hearing that the fire had been anything but an accident. He blanched as he entered his sitting room to find all the furniture except the TV and the stand all disappearing before his eyes.

Then a massive mattress was conjured and covers and throws soon joined it. He stared agog at the scene in front of him. Swallowing thickly, a bleat of a sound left his lips. The kids though, all excitedly clambered onto the mattress looking for all the world happy to have a sleepover. Children were resilient like that though.

Noah looked around until he saw his son, just his head peeking out between Peter and Derek Hale. He'd murdered people today, bad men, yes, ran them over in a bid to protect people. God, how was his son going to live with that? As if losing his mother wasn't bad enough, how did he deal with this?

Harry was kneeling down, running diagnosis on the children with silent concern. Their coughs sounded rather harsh, but he found that they were doing okay. A little smoke inhalation but nothing concerning. A simple spell did the trick. He felt eyes boring into him every move he made, felt more keenly when he checked someone he recognized over. It was a much younger Cora.

"Well, I can see we're all going to get on like a house on fire," Harry said wryly, standing up, staring right back at Talia.

Furious snarls left every single werewolf except Peter and Derek's lips.

"What? It would have been worse," Harry protested when Peter jabbed him in the chest with a clawed finger. "Too soon?" he sighed, agreeing but his gaze never left Talia's refusing to submit to the woman for a second. Even to look at his mate.

"A decade too soon," Peter said dryly, but understanding all the same. Unfortunately, Talia didn't know Harry, didn't trust him. So, he was seeing both sides, and the shock of them all almost dying was probably a bit too much.

She looked away first, when Noah Stilinski shoved a pair of jogging pants at Talia with a silent order for her to put them on. He then proceeded over to Derek and handed him something to wear. One of his BHPD sweaters and a pair of shorts with drawstrings. Hopefully they would fit him, nothing of Stiles would fit the teen, his son was wearing clothes two sizes smaller than his age.

Harry scent curdled when he glanced at the children, yeah, he shouldn't have said that. Not even to rile up Talia Hale, who he detested after all he'd heard of her. She wasn't fit to be a leader, what she'd done was…horrendous. The children were huddled together, for warmth and comfort. The smell of smoke and burnt clothes and flesh still burning his nose.

"What is going on Peter?" Talia demanded, eyes flashing as though that would get her an answer.

Peter flashed his own eyes back, reminding her that she was no longer Alpha. She answered to her younger brother and son now. That single show spoke of dominance, a shift in power without him having to utter a single world. Every single man, woman and child – werewolf or not – were Omega until he accepted them into the pack by acknowledging them as pack and not just the familial pack bonds. Which would naturally fade in time if they weren't in close proximity.

"I'm the Alpha now," Stiles growled wrapping himself around Peter like a limpet. With a wicked grin on his face, wiggling until he found a comfortable position from his post on Peter's back. They had done it, they'd gone back in time, they'd come far further than they anticipated. They'd saved the Hales and thus saved Beacon Hills…and soon they would save the world from what they'd created. His genuine ten-year-old emotions – not to mention his ADHD – which caused twitchiness getting the better of him. His magic still had to settle down, he was filled with the brim with power and he could feel Beacon Hills. He could feel everything and it was overwhelming.

The werewolves gaped at Peter and Stiles, not at the words that had just come out of his mouth. No. It was the shocking fact that Peter was allowing anyone near his neck. Only the really young pups were let off with that, the rest of the time Peter would never allow it. Hell, he rarely turned his back on anyone that could prove a threat to him.

Talia's face became indignant at what she perceived as being mocked by a ten-year-old. Narrowing her eyes in on her brother and son, their scents giving off fond amusement and a little bit of exasperation but it was barely there. How did they know this kid?

Peter and Derek both snorted, and Peter's grin turned wry seeing the redness crawling up his nephew's face. They could blame the power rush, every Alpha went through it, the surge…was like nothing else. This time Peter and Derek had felt it without a cloud of rage and grief clouding them.

"Right, I'm going to go and get some clothes and for all of us," Sonya stated firmly, "Anyone still have their phone?" wanting to know who she could still keep in touch with. All the while checking her pockets for her own phone, which held her cards and any money she carried.

"I do," came the voices of only two Hales.

Stiles watched her with a curious look on his face from his perch on Peter's back. She was pretty, looked more like Peter than Talia but the Hale genes were strong in all of them. She was human he realized in silent awe, she didn't have the grace the others did, his abilities were beginning to settle, he realized. He was beginning to see auras; he instinctively knew what it was. He hadn't realized the Hale pack had that many humans in it though. Then again, Peter and Derek or even Cora didn't often mention their families.

The werewolves gave her a look that suggested 'why' but it was somewhat subdued with the shock of all that happened.

"You'll need clothes, we can't stay in these and it wouldn't be right to make our host uncomfortable." Sonya informed them.

"Ohhhhh, I get it," Stiles muttered, "Huh,"

Peter turned and glanced at Stiles, cocking his brow in silent query. Stiles arms were thankfully, not too tightly wound around his neck. Judging by Derek's scent though, he realized what his mate was referring to.

"Derek once said that the human members of the pack reminded them of their humanity," Stiles explained without a single word needing to be spoken. He thought it was just a saying, but the way they'd looked to her for answers spoke volumes. "I just thought it meant being careful not to use their strength."

"That too," Peter murmured, ignoring Talia's blue eyes glare. Not surprised the least to see her eyes supernatural blue. She'd fought and killed to keep the territory safe. As was her duty as Alpha. She'd just failed all other possible ways.

"Is anyone going to tell me what the hell is going on?" Noah finally, finally lost his patience. Standing at the doorway, hands on his hips looking ready to explode. Bad enough his son had commandeered his car, wrecked it, killed three people and now he was climbing Peter Hale like a bloody monkey.

Stiles stiffened, grief pouring off him in droves. He'd gone to such lengths to keep his father out of the supernatural business. Yet it had blown up in his face, his father still managed to end up enmeshed in it, and it had gotten him killed. His belief had proven itself right. Two sides were warring within him, wipe his mind and let him remain oblivious but he knew he couldn't do that…plus, it wouldn't just be the three of them. Between Derek, Peter and Stiles, they'd tried so hard to keep his dad safe. Ignorance had nearly cost him his dad just as much as knowledge had. If not for Scott though…his dad would have been just fine. To think he'd been worried about hunters back then hurting his dad and not Scott of all people. Scott hurting his dad had never came into it.

"Sher-Deputy Stilinski, thank you for having us for this evening, if you would wait just half an hour…we'll tell you everything." Peter explained patiently, treating Stiles father with more kindness than he normally exhibited for humans that weren't 'pack'. "For your patience I'll ensure you get a double cheese bacon burger with a large helping of fries."

The poor deputy froze, almost drooling excessively at the mention of a rare treat. Eyeing Stiles to see if he would argue and stop him from getting a very rare treat. He'd had maybe three or four burgers last year, none this year.

"You can even have dessert," Stiles chimed in, he'd need it.

The Hales just looked confused as hell, it wasn't a good look on them at all.

"Apple pie, ice cream and cream!" Noah nodded decidedly, still waiting for Stiles to deny him one of life's simple pleasures.

"One beer," Stiles declared, giving him a gimlet glare.

Noah narrowed his eyes on his determined son, "I don't know about that, you're clinging onto a man old enough to be your father. I think I should be allowed a whiskey at least." Knowing that it was going to be a long, long night.

Stiles snorted, "Should have gone with magic pops," he declared, shaking his head wryly, "Would have gotten you a lot more leeway. Fine one whiskey, one beer but that's it."

Peter pursed his lips, but they relentlessly twitched until he was smirking. The familiarity of it was soothing, it was more familiar to him than his pack…which just made him feel gutted.

"Let's go!" Noah declared, gesturing for the Hale that said she was going shopping. He didn't know her name unfortunately, he did know that she was likely Peter and Talia Hale's sister. "Before he changes his mind!" Noah whined under his breath as he made a dash for the car.

The Hales couldn't help but laugh softly at his words even though they were confused.

Noah came back moments later, "There are two bathrooms available, both upstairs…all I ask is that the master bedroom remain…undisturbed while you use its bathroom." Grief overwhelming him momentarily, he hadn't touched his and his wife's room since she passed. "I'm sure if the kids go first there will be something of Stiles that will fit."

"Thank you," Sonya said, touching Noah's shoulder in comfort. Her husband Ryan already following at her back. Trusting the rest of the pack to watch over their children. Moving over to Peter, eyes twinkling brightly, "You'll make a good Alpha." She declared, before scenting him, grinning at the giggle that left the young boy attached to Peter like a limpet. "Thank you, both of you," she added to Harry and Stiles genuine and raw gratitude and grief clouding her features. She didn't know them, it was obvious Peter and Derek did…she owed them, not just for the life of her husband and kids but the entire pack.

Harry nodded, "You're more than welcome," he replied sincerely.

"I'll go get my pyjamas," Stiles reluctantly released Peter, for some reason he didn't want to let any of them go. Was it the shock? The pack bonds? Perhaps both. Either way, he knew he didn't want to be away too long. "Nobody's getting my marvel ones!" he declared as he ran up the stairs as quickly as possible, even as he spoke, he could feel the strain the pack bonds were undergoing.

"Peter…who is he?" Jasper asked, staring up at the ceiling, if he didn't know any better, he'd think the kid didn't know about their extra senses.

"He's just without shame, he knows," Derek informed his grandfather a fond look on his face. This was the most carefree he'd seen Stiles in over six years. Hearing the mutters of 'damn it not the marvel ones!' apparently unable to find anything else. He was almost wolf like with his possessions, he disliked anyone getting their hands on it.

"My red hoodie," Stiles murmured suddenly, amusement and grief warring within him. He'd been wearing it the day his dad died, it had been completely saturated in blood. Stiles in his rage had torn and ripped it to shreds after one of them said they'd try to get the blood out. He'd declared he wanted his father back not a damn stupid hoodie. Neither Hale had been offended, they knew it was the grief talking. Zipping it on, he grabbed his pyjamas and began making his way downstairs.

"I'd offer to make you something eat…but I don't think you'd much like meatless burgers and turkey bacon," Stiles continued, "Although I make it taste really nice you guys need your meat, especially recovering from Wolfbane smoke." Even the human members could be affected by wolfsbane, it was a wonder none of them had been taken to the hospital. Thankfully though the basement had provided shelter while the smoke rose up. The fire hadn't had a chance to burn any of them too badly. From what he had observed only Talia and Peter had been burnt trying to escape the fire.

Things had changed, Cora wasn't supposed to be in the house when the fire happened.

Stiles blinked at the sight of the dubious looks the Hales wore at his pronouncement. Not that it was obvious, Stiles was just very good at 'Hale speak' which by the way was totally a real thing. "Here, these should fit everyone," smiling sweetly at Corey Hale, ten months old and human. "Except you little cutie!" bopping her on the nose.

Only to freeze when he realized something, "The Argents aren't the only ones here, the bloody Calavera's are here!" smacking his forehead, how could he have forgotten about that? "We know they go to the house…"

"I'll know if anyone gets close," Harry informed them, staring out the window, everything about him screamed impatience. "I have wards up that will alert me."

Peter moved towards him, leaning his back against the window, "Are you alright?" noticing the claw marks and scars Harry used to have were gone.

"Patience isn't my forte," Harry admitted, turning slightly to face him, "There is a lot to be done. Getting people to believe me might be difficult but not impossible. You realise this is going to completely change the supernatural world as you know it?"

"You mean the magical world is going to take more prominence in the supernatural world, yes, I gathered." Peter said pensively, scooping Corey into his arms closing his eyes and inhaling her scent. It was nothing like he remembered it to be. It was so, so much better. Dorea and Aaron soon joined their little sister and huddled around Peter. Without their parents, they naturally gravitated towards their Alpha. The presence of their Alpha was unmistakable, they might not fully understand by they knew things were changing.

Everything felt like a wonderful dream…one glance at Harry then Derek and Stiles he saw the same plainly written across their faces. They felt as though they were about to wake up any given moment back to that reality.

Even werewolves and magical being could suffer shock. Just hours ago, they'd been forced into their own younger bodies. It was hardly surprising that they weren't quite right yet. Their minds and bodies need to play catch up with their new reality. Especially Derek and Peter…who suddenly had their family back.

It wasn't something they'd contemplated while determined to come back in time and save the world from itself.

And that, that was why they had been found worthy.

-0

It was an hour and fifteen minutes before they all sat down in the kitchen. Everyone scrubbed clean and no longer smelling like smoke and wolfsbane. The house smelt of hot greasy food, Noah even hunted out Stiles' old high chair for Corey to use. Despite the situation and the fact most weren't particularly hungry, everyone dug in.

Although Laura wasn't eating much, leaning against her mother still reeling over everything. In the span of a few hours her entire life had changed. She'd just a few hours been next in line for the Alpha powers, her mother was Alpha, she was strong and secure in her place in the pack. Then Derek had some sort of attack while playing Basketball, and within a blink of an eye he'd changed. He'd demanded to know the time and date from her…spoken to her in a way he'd never done before. Then he'd changed into wolf form before changing to Beta shift when he couldn't get over the wall. The boys were never able to full shift. Her mom said it was a special gift female Hales were gifted with. Then suddenly out of the blue, her mother lost her Alpha powers to Peter! And she was out of the running to be Alpha. She wasn't forgetting what the boy had said to her either. She refused to believe it though, she'd never do what he'd implied.

Stiles was making rather obscene noises around his burger and curly fries, both of which he had stuffed in his mouth. Noah was in heaven eating his so much so that he didn't even give Stiles a single reprimand for the way he was eating. Six years they'd gone without their favourite food, nobody could blame him. They hadn't lived in sanctuary getting proper food and nutrition like Harry and the rest of the groups of supernatural he'd saved.

Once they were done, Noah made an aborted move to begin cleaning up, only to have his son wave his hand and all the empty cartons, chopsticks, wrappers disappeared. The plates and cups floated over to the sink and began washing themselves.

"It seems your eyes will always glow white when you use magic," Derek told Stiles, "Like little galaxies, white with swirling blue like stars."

"It comes to easy now," Stiles admitted with awe, "I'm not even the slightest bit drained." Like he got when he made the runes of whichever hideout, they were using the past six years. Which reminded him, he would need to begin putting up protection runes onto his house.

Noah just stared at his son as if he couldn't understand.

"You're connected with the Nemeton, as you should have always been, she will give you knew knowledge, powers as you grow and come into your own." Harry informed him, "You have unlimited potential, and if we do what we set out to do, you'll always remain that way. I'll need to cleanse the Nemeton though, and you best come so that you can do it, it will need periodic cleansing. That Druid should have been doing it…is the tree whole?"

"It wasn't before…but it is now," Stiles said after closing his eyes, the knowledge coming to him as the Nemeta spoke to him. "The magic is healed the tree, and enabled the Nemeton to get rid of the Nogitsune." Voice wavering just a bit as he said that word. Not as affected as he used to be.

"A Nogit…a Nogitsune?" Jasper rasped out, blanching in shock. "There was a Nogitsune in the Nemeton? How is it that our Druids never knew?"

"It's funny, do you always refer to them as your Druids?" Harry asked, cocking his head to the side.

Jasper looked at Harry, unsure of who or what he was…was he a Druid? Had he returned with his son and grandson? Was he the spark?

"I think introductions are in order…" Peter said smoothly, able to read his father like a book, deciding to go around the table, "Jasper Hale, my father, used to be Alpha, Sonya, my oldest sister, she's human, she's married to Ryan, my brother-in-law, a werewolf, Beta, they have three kids, Aaron, Dorea and Corey the two eldest are werewolves, Betas, and Corey is human. Talia, firstborn werewolf, and used to be Alpha, and her husband Sebastian Hale, used to be Alpha mate, and their children Laura, Beta, Derek, Alpha, Cora, Beta and Bastian their youngest and human. Aunt Maggie, Beta, Uncle Dom, Beta and his child, Laila Hale and her two children Dominic Hale, human, Britta Hale Beta."

"This is Deputy Noah Stilinski, and his son Stiles Stilinski and our new Emissary and resident spark," Peter said with unsufferable smugness. Unsurprised by the explosion of sound that new piece of information evoked. "And not to forget Derek's mate."

Jasper just sat there stunned, his grandson was mated to a spark? Go away for a few months then this happens? Nobody thought to tell him? Not his son? Not his grandson? Unless…it had all occurred in the future after the fire?

"And this is Harry Potter, the Alpha mate, and my mate," Peter informed them, leaving the best for last. "A Wizard." Their bond was as strong as always, regardless of whether they'd mated in these bodies or not.

"There's only one Hale missing," Stiles said softly, one person who had just as much right to be there as the rest of them. That shouldn't have been given up for anything, not with the creature blood rushing through her body.

Peter sobered, "Yes," he agreed, brow furrowing, it was 2005, when was the accident that claimed Malia's family? It had happened when she was nine, just nine-years-old. It may not have happened yet.

"What are you talking about?" Jasper stared blankly at Stiles, the only Hales missing were gone forever. Dominic, Laila and himself all lost their mates. If not for the children then they would have all gone feral long before this.

"There's no need to pretend," Peter said bitterly.

"Um…Peter…I don't think they do know," Stiles said, staring at the utter incomprehension on their faces, only two people wore looks of utter squirrelness on their faces. Talia and Laura, Laura had known, of course she had, as the Alpha in waiting.

Noah Stilinski gritted his teeth; it was loud and grating in the silent room. His scent filled with frustration, he wanted answers goddamn it! He'd been patient, it was required while trying to get answers from suspects but he was so done right now.

"Dad has a Tate case crossed your desk yet?" Stiles asked, his mind trying to calculate when it happened but for the life of him, he couldn't remember exactly when.

"How do…" Noah gasped at his son. "You really need to stop going through my files, Stiles! They're private!"

"How long?" Stiles asked with urgency, heart pounding.

"Three weeks, five days," Noah told him, baffled by the urgency in his tone.

"Who is Tate?" Sonya asked, staring between Noah, Stiles and Peter whose claws were out and imbedded in the table, sadness exuding from him. He had hoped perhaps to prevent it, to stop Malia from attacking her adoptive mother and sister…killing them the attempt on her life, the full moon, the first change…she should never have been adopted by strangers let alone the Mundane.

"Malia Tate Hale, Peter's daughter," Stiles said with a stubborn jut to his chin, eyes boring into Talia Hales with disgust.

Every adult shook their head, "Peter didn't have a daughter," it was impossible, they would have known surely.

"Yes, he does," Stiles declared firmly and stubbornly, "Ten years ago, Corrine? Malia is a result of that…Peter had his memories of her stolen from him. Malia was then put up for adoption."

"Talia…please, tell me you didn't," Jasper choked out, standing up, unable to sit near his daughter, pacing and back and forth. "By the moon who had I trusted the pack to!" he exploded furious with himself. He thought he had trained Talia better than that. "No wonder the Nemeton stripped you of your powers! If it didn't I certainly would! What were you thinking putting a child with our blood up for adoption?" he rounded on her claws out the urge to shake sense into her strong.

"You've risked exposing the supernatural to the ordinary!" Ryan reprimanded his sister-in-law blanching for a few moments before relaxing realizing he wasn't talking to his 'Alpha' anymore, no she was a Bata, his sister-in-law. It was going to take some getting used to. "By the moon! She could have transformed and killed half the town without an anchor without foreknowledge!"

"Mom did what she thought was right!" Laura defended her mom.

"Not half the town, just two people," Peter retorted bitterly, not surprised by Laura knowing as much as he should have been.

Sicknesses crawled up the adult's throats, first time transforming was difficult knowing it was coming, prepared with an anchor. "The family," Dom commented, slamming his eyes closed, "She killed her family?" he guessed, "Oh, nephew…" sick to the bone, what had his niece done? What had she condemned a child to?

"Her adoptive mother and younger sister, their car is actually in the goddamn preserve! Along with my daughter who's in coyote form!" Peter snapped, slacking his hand on the table, for years he'd known and been unable to scream and shout with the culprit dead. Now she was alive…and quite frankly…he didn't want to shout and roar, he just wanted to hear her admit she was wrong. "Almost a Decade she spent as a coyote! Alone! Unable to transform back because of your decisions! Feral! Answer me this did I consent to you wiping my memories of my daughter or did you catch me unawares? Remove them as I struggled and pleaded with you?" snarling through fangs as he stared down his sister furiously.

Talia stood, disliking anyone especially her brother towering over her, "It was for her own good, her mother wanted to kill her and her father? A selfish manipulative man, she wouldn't have stood a chance against you. After what you did to Derek…I knew I'd made the right call." Talia hissed, bombarded on all sides with disapproval, disgust, anger and judgement. It wasn't scents she was used to being directed at her.

Peter recoiled as if he'd just been physically struck, staring at his sister was if he'd never seen her before.

"By the moon, Circe help this pack…because with you controlling it, you'll bring it to its knees," Talia stated, standing proud and tall, "If you care about your family, you'll cede control back to me."

Peter barked out an incredulous laugh, "And you say I'm manipulative?" Peter said with a sneer, he felt like he'd been…recalling a better sister right now with her being dead. Had she always been this way and him unable to see it? After all Talia had been the 'golden child' unable to do no wrong. He'd never once scented anything resembling what the pack felt towards her right now.

"Regardless of whether he cedes control as you say, you'll never be an Alpha again, Mrs. Hale," Harry spoke, having spent the better part of the family drama writing letters and bringing out everything he'd brought with him. Which was everything. He'd left copies though, but apparently there would be no need, there was no doubt that the future had already changed the moment they made a move. "The Nemeton has made it so. You might underestimate just how powerful she is, but make no mistake, the current Alphas and the Emissary of Beacon Hills does not." She'd figure it out herself, if either Derek or Peter tried to give her the Alpha powers it would simply disappear.

"And mom, don't ever blame Peter for my actions again. Yes, he suggested it, but I was the one that enacted it." Derek stated firmly.

"You aren't an adult!" Talia brushed off his words, his concerns, treating him like a child.

Stiles was beginning to realize just how easily a time Kate would have had gaining Derek's attention. Even amongst pack, there was barely any attention paid to him. Back then it must have been difficult, Laura as Alpha getting all the attention on one end, and his very human brother getting the rest of the attention.

"Mom was just doing what she thought was right," Laura insisted, stubborn and resolute just like her mom.

"Talia…Peter changed subtly nine-years-ago, with this new information I now understand why," Jasper said, staring at his daughter with a deep heart-breaking sadness. "When you removed his memories, you blocked his bond he had with his daughter…and his wolf became malcontent as a result. Which put his psyche, mind and control in dangerous ground, thank Circe we can fix it." Basically, informing Talia that she was directly to blame for what had occurred. He'd stupidly thought that Peter was just getting more and more angry at him, and that was how Peter was with him alone.

Derek and Peter stiffened, glancing at each other, seeing what happened that night all those years ago – but not yet happened – through new eyes and new perspective.

"What would have eventually happened?" Stiles asked, but despite asking, he had a knowing look on his face, he looked gutted.

"It's difficult to say, nobody has been insane enough to take a child away from its pack, their parent! Let alone remove their memories!" Jasper cried out exasperated. Seeing the look on Stiles face, he paused before continuing on, "But I would imagine it would have been a steady decline into insanity…"

"And without an anchor?" Stiles asked.

Jasper flinched at the imagery, licking his lips, "Feral, completely feral, wouldn't recognize his own family if they were in front of him."

Derek was left reeling over that latest revelation, feeling sick to his stomach that the mom he loved so much…had wanted to be just like was inevitably responsible for everything that had happened. Peter's suggestion, Paige's death, which led to Kate…then Laura's death…him being forced to kill Peter. It wasn't all on his mom and Peter, he'd long ago accepted his own responsibility, had forgiven himself for all he'd done once upon a time.

It was a sombre reality they were having to digest, families huddled together in their own units. Sebastian hadn't stopped hugging his two youngest children. Bastian and Cora, seeking familiarity and safety in their father's arms. They were more used to going to their father for help or comfort. He was always there, Talia – their mother – was often away negotiating peace between packs.

"Stiles…start talking or I'll change the password for the internet that you'll never think of, taking your computers and books and I'll hide them." Noah threatened.

"1234 and the locker room at the sheriff's office…and I know all the combinations, sorry pops," Stiles said been there done that. "Look…this is going to be really hard to believe, but I'm from the future, Derek, Harry, Peter and I were…all from the future."

"Oh, part of him will believe you," Harry said, peering at Noah, rubbing at his eyes, the aches and pains making themselves known. "You knew about the supernatural world, didn't you? You've been getting a whole lot of déjà vu, haven't you? Your memories have been wiped considering the size of the block I'd say you knew for over a decade. It's why he'll believe it rather quickly its ingrained."

"I can't see anything," Stiles blurted out, worry coming to the fore.

"No, its wizarding magic," Harry explained, shrewdly, "I think MACUSA will prove fruitful if I enquired about you,"

"There's no way, dad wouldn't have been able to keep a secret like that from mom and I," Stiles declared.

"The block is over a decade old," Harry informed them, taking the sails out of Stiles wind. "Oh," was all the Spark had to say in turn. "Can it be removed?" if the block was over a decade old, it had been long before he was born.

"Yes, but before we remove them, I'd like to speak to MACUSA, somewhere I'll be going very soon…as riveting as this family reunion is…there's work to be done." Harry sighed, he was exhausted, magically, and physically not as fit as he used to be, in a body that felt ill-suited, with the weight of the world – literally – on his shoulder. He could see by the way the others tensed that they too were reminded of their new goal.

"How long? And why?" Maggie asked, although he had a good idea of what had been the cause of it. The Nemeton had revealed a lot while it spoke to them earlier. Glancing at her nephew, who was now the Alpha, one of the four, then her mated nephew-in-law Harry. "How many of us survived that…the fire?"

One by one the Hales glanced up at Peter, Dominic and his daughter Laila who was cuddling her son and daughter tightly. Sonya and Ryan and their three children, only one oblivious to the uncurrent of the situation going on. Jasper who honestly didn't look like he wanted to know, but eventually copied his sister's – Maggie – stance and looked up in question. Sebastian pressed Cora and Bastian's faces into his chest, pressing his hand against their ears in a futile attempt to protect them. Talia flinched, a great reminder of how much she'd failed them, unable to save any of them tonight.

And for the first time tonight, an unsure look graced Laura's face, as she glanced at her mother, as if in desperate need of direction.

"Peter was the only one thought to survive the fire," Stiles commented lightly, sympathetic but not pitying them. "Derek and Laura were not in the house at the time."

"Thought to?" Jasper asked shrewdly, claws emerging and retracting constantly, showing his loss of control.

"Cora survived, Laura grabbed Derek and ran, leaving Cora on her own…she eventually made her way to New Mexico to a pack that allied with the Hales." Stiles continued on.

"As for why…simple, the end of the world…the Nemeton." Which all circled back to Talia's bad decisions. How could she have let Deaton cut down the tree? To destroy the Nemeton?

"I…I need some fresh air!" Jasper choked, suddenly feeling stifled it felt as if all he was hearing came back to his apparent bad choice in Alpha for the Hale pack.

I was so looking forward to writing this chapter but when I got to it? Ugh it was impossible to write! like seriously! Too many people I think! Will Derek remain in Beacon Hills as it's alpha along with stiles and Peter/Harry end up in New Orleans (where the sanctuary was, the home Harry turned into one anyway)? Or will the group remain together? In New Orleans or Beacon Hills? Or will we see one of the other Hales become Alpha? Anyone that isn't Talia? once all is said and done of course...where will they find Kate Argent? Will she be judged or outright killed? will all the hunter families be killed? Mass extermination or will MACUSA go a different route and obliviate them all and their long histories just wiped out within seconds? As for Malia...will she be taken back to Tate? Or will we have him dead in this and leaving the way free and clear for Peter to gain custody? hmm timeline...timeline...timeline will Duke end up dead or will his eyes be healed and he be given a second chance for all the good Harry knew he was capable? Has he already gotten to Ennis or Kali? sooo many questions so little time! R&R please