Notes:

Hello, my friends, it's been awhile I'm not going to lie I wasn't really motivated to write this story. I wasn't really motivated to write at all.

September was supposed to be a happy month for me because it is my birthday month. But I had a shitty birthday so it sucked.

My classes have been really hard so far. And honestly, I have no time. I have to read 3 books a week. And it's a lot. I like to read fanfiction. I could read it all day long but 19-century literature is not my cup of tea. I mean I'm somewhat enjoying Frankenstein but I'm sorry, Persuasion, by Jane Austin does not make me feel anything, it does not draw me in. I just can't get into it. I like it because I had to read it anyway but they're not the books that I would pick out. I might've picked up Frankenstein because I like supernatural shit but yeah that's it. I had to read A Telltale Heart yesterday and I feel like I'm back in high school. That is like the one Edgar Allan Poe story that every high school makes you read.

But anyway I wrote this chapter, and for all the people who guessed last chapter, y'all guessed wrong. Except for like two people who guessed right. But then they changed their answer and then they just got even worse wrong. You know who you are. I might have confused you and I probably am the most to blame but still. You were wrong it is not who you thought it was.

And for all the people who want to bring in Jackson and Isaac, it's not happening. There is no logical way why they would come into the story. Isaac is a whole problem himself because apparently he appears in the originals but I forgot about that. But there's no way that Jackson is going to come. He doesn't even like Stiles. And Stiles is the protagonist of the story so if there's no real logical way why they would come to him, then they aren't going to.

Sorry to rain on all your parades, but that's how life is.

There may be name typos... I'm tired and editing is hard.

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*Flashback*


"I could look for Stiles. But I don't think it's a good idea to get other hunters involved unless you want your friend to end up dead. Unless you trust another hunter that you know completely, I wouldn't put anyone else on the task. But I'll ask around and start seeing if I could track him down. If I find him, do you want me to let him know you're looking for him, or do you want me to just tell you where he is?"

"Just tell me where he is, I'll go find him."

"No problem..." Chris says he hangs up the phone.


*Present*


Chris POV:


Hmmm. So Stiles is going to school. I thought he was kidnapped or something. Did I hear wrong? I could call Scott right now, but maybe I should investigate myself first…


A month later, on a random day while Stiles and Hayley were goofing around between classes….


Hayley POV:


"Hey, Stiles, why did you pick French in the first place anyway? Our school had tons of options." I ask curiously, yet with an ulterior motive.

"Hmm, well, for a few reasons, I guess. One is I never knew French before, so why not. I also took Spanish in high school, and I didn't want to retake it. I want to learn something new. But some of the main reasons is because a lot of war on werewolves is written in French. And I thought it would be better to know French, so I didn't have to Google translate it every day. And an old friend of mine whose family originates in France. And they had a bunch of bestiaries in French, and the pain from my high school days made me want to at least learn it to help." Stiles rambled for a while.

"Oh, so you know someone who's from France?" I ask this time more straight to the point.

Stiles looks up from the book he was writing in; he's apparently making a book all about supernatural creatures he's met.

"Yes… why?"

I shook my head,

"Oh, nothing really. I was just curious. Maybe I should go to France after college, you know, see the world." I say, chuckling.

But at least that was good. Stiles does have a friend from France. His birthday is in a month so let's see how this plays out. At least it will really be a surprise party, not something dubious. I'm sure Peter will know about it. I'll ask him closer to Stiles' birthday.


Two months have passed…


Stiles POV:


It's my birthday today. I was initially planning to buy myself a birthday cake, and you know, share it with Peter. But that was utterly vetoed by Peter, and he told me to come home later. He said he had "stuff" to do at home and I should come back later. I'm not a child. I can see a surprise birthday in the works. But if this is what he wants, whatever. I have more important stuff right now.

I got an email reply from that Kitsune that Eleanor suggested to me. We've been commuting for a few days, and we've decided that during the summer break, I would go to meet him in person so he can evaluate my overall understanding; then we could go from there because he lives in the West Coast, which wouldn't be a problem if I was still living in Beacon Hills. But since I am not and I am currently on the East Coast, we are far away from each other.

But we're figuring it out, and the summer months are not until a few months, so I got time. He gave me this worksheet, I kind of feel like I'm taking another class, but it's things I should practice doing, and if it works out, he can more clearly tell what kind of Kitsune I am.

I told him about the electricity thing, and I briefly explained about the whole Nogitsune thing. I told him I would much rather have that conversation in person because as straightforward as it is to write down everything that happened on paper, it's more susceptible to getting seen by someone I don't want to see it. Because they're such things as hackers and stuff. I don't know if there would be hackers wanting to look at supernatural stuff on my computer specifically, but you know, just in case.

I don't need anyone to hold that against me, not too, unlike what Theo tried to do. I'm paranoid, sue me, a lot of people have tried to kill me in the past few years; if I wasn't paranoid by now, I'd be an idiot. And despite what other people say, I am not an idiot. Doing idiotic things does not make someone an idiot.


Peter POV:


(Same day, at the same time, but at home)


"Okay, you all wanted to do this, so stop arguing and just put up the damn streamers," I say, glaring at Lydia and Hayley.

Who both just met each other today. Lydia was going to come over earlier, but I told her to wait till Stiles' birthday so she could surprise him. Because Haley gave me the idea for a surprise birthday party. Which I wasn't really going to do, but she was adamant that there was going to be one, so that's what's happening right now.

I managed to get Stiles out of the house, but the suspicious look he sent me before he left means he knows what's going on, but I guess he'll play like he doesn't; at least when he sees Lydia, he'll be shocked. Because she emailed him yesterday that she wasn't going to make it this month in preparation for this party.

Lydia also told me that Klaus will be coming by. She said he might not be here for the birthday, but he's going to stop by and say hello. I don't know when they became best friends, but whatever floats their boat. Personally, I don't care. As long as they all decided their own living arrangements and I don't care.

I've gotten used to living with styles I don't think I can handle living with four people. I am not as young as I used to be. Of course, I'm still in my prime, no matter what Stiles tries to make, what he thinks are funny jokes about it.

Hayley bought a bunch of streamers and balloons while Lydia went the opposite route and bought so much cake. Not that she brought more than one cake, but she got like cupcakes and a bunch of other stuff we did not need. Stiles' plans for his birthday were so simple. I did buy styles a gift.

But I was just going to give it to him and maybe pick up a cake. But he said he was going to do it, so I was just gonna give him the present. But I guess this is fine too. It was a stressful year; a party isn't a bad thing.


Stiles POV:


I was given a text by Peter that said I can come home whenever I feel like it. So I got in my jeep, and I just drove back home. I was trying to make my face in the mirror to look shocked so that I could fake-looking shocked.

Because I assume Hayley thought this up because Peter didn't seem like the type of person to throw a surprise birthday party for someone. So I was at least going to try to show that I was surprised for Hayley's benefit.

I parked the jeep getting a parking spot behind the bar. And I slowly walked up to the apartment on the second floor. I could hear from outside noise on the inside, and I put my key in really slowly and turn it, so that gives him enough time to surprise me. But, funnily enough, to my unknown surprise, when I open the door, Peter and Haley were not only there, but so is Lydia!

She totally tricked me. I was so happy. She told me that she would be away and she wouldn't be able to come for like another month. I was stunned I didn't think they were going to get me, but they did.


"Lydia! What the hell? You tricked me! I should've known, but it wouldn't have taken you a month to take a test. Man, thanks, guys!" I say, smiling hugging Lydia and Hayley.

"I like what you did with the place. very festive." I say that sarcastically as I can.

It looks like a Party City threw up inside here. There were just so many decorations, with such an extensive variety, but none of it really fit together well. But it was nice. It is going to be a nice memory to be able to think back on.

It is also a bonus that apparently Hayley took offense to that and was trying to explain that, no, it was perfect, all the while Lydia was rolling her eyes and Peter was sighing in the corner of the room and facepalming.

Two hours past, we said happy birthday, cut the cake and opened the presents they got me. Lydia bought me a bunch of books on the supernatural. She said she tried to find the most realistic ones. Haley bought me a pair of dog ears because she would joke that she could always imagine me with dog ears when I would give her puppy dog eyes, so she bought me a pair.

They were my accessories for the rest of the party. Apparently, they were battery operated and could move. Honestly, it was hilarious. Peter got me a gift certificate for a mechanic shop. It would pay for a new engine, which I tried to give back to him because it was a lot of money, but he didn't take it and said it was a birthday gift and I can't take it back. It was going great for a good two hours.

"Hey, Stiles, did you get that present from your friend from France?" Hayley asks.

I was confused as I didn't know what she was talking about.

"What, friend?"

"You remember you told me about that friend that you had that they wrote a bunch of books in French about werewolves and you said you wanted to learn French because you wanted to read them and they lived in France."

I remember that conversation. But that is not how that conversation went.

"Y eah I said I wanted to learn French to read the books better, but my friend doesn't live in France anymore. They passed away a few years ago. Why would I get a present from them? Why did you even think I would?" I ask, even more confused.

"Wait...So you don't have a friend that lives in France?" Hayley asks, sitting up.

"Well, I know a few people who live in France but none that would give me birthday gifts. And none that you would know. Again why are you bringing this up?" I ask, wondering where on earth this is going.

"Shit. Uhhh, well, don't kill me, but a few months ago, your phone was ringing. You were outside doing something with Peter, and I didn't want you to miss the call, so I picked it up, and some guy was on the phone saying he was from France and that he was coming to your surprise birthday party. He kept asking me where you lived, but I obviously didn't tell him because I didn't know who it was, but I may have mentioned our school. But then when you told me that you knew someone who lives in France, I thought you were talking about that person, so I forgot to ever say anything about it." Hayley said slowly, frowning, and growing guilty by the second.

"My phone, why would you have my phone?" I ask as I shuffle through my phone on past phone calls to see when I got a call from France.

"No... not that phone, it was a phone that was sitting in a box. I thought you forgot to unpack it." She said, but I paused.

My old phone? The phone that anyone from Beacon Hills could've called me on? Fuck. I ran out of the room and into my bedroom. I pick the phone up and out of my drawer on the side of my bed. I had stashed it there because I wasn't going to use it. But I didn't want to get rid of it just in case I needed to call someone and I forgot their number even though I really forgot phone numbers.


I searched through the numbers but had called, and I saw an unknown number that called. Or at least somebody blocked their number purposely. If I had known about this when it happened, I might've been able to trace the call to know who it was, but now it was virtually impossible. I was slowly panicking inside.

I f it was Scott, he would've been here already. So I'm crossing him off the list. He wouldn't have waited until my birthday. He would've been standing in front of the school waiting for me. My dad can get into contact with me. I gave him my new email. So it wouldn't have been him, and he wouldn't have tried to play it off as he was someone else. I can't think of anyone. And all the people I know from France don't really like me enough to throw a surprise birthday party for me.

I would say nobody I know would throw a surprise birthday party for me. At least not anyone that would call me on that phone. Scott might've done that when we were still friends but definitely not anymore. I mean, if he did or surprise birthday party for me now, I couldn't trust it to not be a surprise murder party where I'm going to be murdered by everyone who thinks I'm somehow evil. Or I'm somehow being controlled into being evil, or whatever they've made up that's complete and utter bullshit.

I walked back downstairs while dialing the number. I doubt they were going to pick up, but I might as well try. As I got back downstairs, surprisingly enough, the person on the other end of the phone didn't pick up, and Peter and I recognized the voice right away.

"Hello? Who's this?" Said the gruff voice of Chris Argent.

In surprise I squeaked and shut the phone, hanging up.

Hayley's eyes sparked with recognition, "That was the voice of the guy who called. Did you figure out who it was?"

Peter growled a little bit under his breath while muttering the name, "Argent."

"Argent? What's that?" Hayley asks.

"Not what, who. It's the surname for a family of hunters, more specifically werewolf hunters." Lydia says, sitting straighter.

"Hunters? Why would hunters have your phone number? Oh my god, did I just give hunters our location? I am such an idiot." Hayley says, grabbing her head in her hands.

"No, we're okay. We are okay! Chris is at least sane. Why would he want to find me? That is a question I need the answer to." "Well, the worst-case scenario would be because of Scott. In which case, we better move again, so we don't have to deal with all that entails. Best case scenario, he wanted to throw you a surprise birthday party and obviously needed to know where you were to do that." Peter sassed, still obviously not over the whole murder of his whole family thing.

Which I totally wholeheartedly agree with. But I could at least appreciate that Chris is not as insane as Kate and Gerard were. But if he is working for Scott, I can see all the possible downsides to that.

"There's only one way to get answers," I say, planning to just redial his number one more time and hope he picks up again.

Lydia grabs my phone out of my hand, and it closes it.

"While I agree with asking him firsthand. I disagree with you being the one to call. Let me call him on my phone."

She then takes out her cell phone and dials Chris's number.

"Lydia?" Chris's voice says over the phone.

Lydia had no need to put it on speakerphone because all of us werewolves in the room could hear her clearly without needing to do that.

"Yeah, Hi. Can you talk for a minute."

"Sure what's up."

"I heard that you were looking for Stiles." Lydia left the question open to see what he would give.

"I am looking for Stiles. Scott asked me to look for him because he can't find him. Do you know where he is?" Chris asks.

"I do know where he is but I will not tell you."

Peter and I were both motioning to Lydia to stop telling him that she knew where I was. But she wasn't listening; apparently she had a plan that she didn't tell any of us.

"Why?" Chris says hesitatingly.

"Do you know why Scott is asking you to look for him?" Lydia asks again.

"Scott asked because he said that someone was controlling Stiles and that he needed to help him. Is that not what's going on?" Chris asks.

"Astute observation there. That is not what going on. Scott is crazy, I don't know what got him thinking that Stiles is being controlled by someone, but he is not. He is perfectly sane and happy. Or at least trying to be if Scott wasn't hunting him down for some weird reason. I'm sure you are in contact with Scott more than I am. Since I'm not speaking to Scott anymore. But whatever agenda they are on, something is not right."

Chris was silent for a while listening to everything Lydia had put out there. Funnily, enough he agreed with Lydia to an extent.

"I thought something was weird as well. I wasn't there for what happened, so I don't know the whole story of why everyone hates each other now, but when Scott was asking me to look for Stiles, he told me he was going to ask other hunters to look for Stiles. Which confused me, because if he were to put other hunters on Stiles, he wouldn't get Stiles back alive. He told me that he knew some other hunters that were "friendly," but I tried to warn him that no matter who he asked, other than me, they were probably going to try to kill Stiles. But I couldn't shake him from what he was so adamant about. So I've been trying to look for Stiles. I wanted to find him first to see what was wrong if there was anything. Then depending on my answer I would either warn him or take him back to Beacon Hill's to be fixed." Chris said.


I grabbed Lydia's phone and put it to my ear.

"Hey, Chris. I don't really feel comfortable meeting. At least not right now. And I am not going to meet Scott no matter what you make of me. I don't know why Scott is hell-bent on killing me, but I thought he understood that werewolves can't be cured. I'm a werewolf. I don't know why he can't except that, but he can't. If you can figure out what exactly Scott is planning, I will meet with you in person; otherwise, just don't get involved. I already know you know where I am in the general vicinity, at least. And I would ask that you don't tell Scott, but I can't really control you in any way, so please don't tell Scott, and we Will be good." I say, handing the phone back to Lydia, who finishes the conversation and hangs up.

Now I'm tired and sleepy, and I just wanna retire for the night when the doorbell rings.

For a split second, I fear that it was Chris or Scott or someone I didn't want at the door. But it was another surprise because standing at the door was Klaus.

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Notes:

I jumped around quite a bit, it may have been confusing with the time skips but currently in the story were in the month of April. At least Stiles' birthday is in April so just count backward if you need to figure out when things happen.

Anyway, that's all. I'm sorry it took so long to update I just really wasn't in the mood. I wasn't in the mood to do anything. My favorite website that I read my manga off of got shut down and inside I am slowly dying. Because besides fanfiction I read manga and my favorite website got copyright striked and I'm so sad. Even though it's already been like a month I am devastated still.

And I'm going to weep forever because now I have to read my manga on like three different websites that I think are probably giving my computer viruses.

Some semi-good news is I might be moving soon. I'm not gonna be moving far just one state over but the house is gonna be a little bit bigger.

Maybe, I don't know if it's gonna happen. It's in the works and currently, the workers are snails so it's moving very slowly.

Anyway thanks for reading peace out.

**Omg this chapter was 7 pages, I got so used to writing long chapters**