Me: So someone suggested ColdFlash and I'm all for that, maybe even just an underlying suggestion, however in the video there are a few scenes that suggest Iris/Barry. Yet it doesn't outright say it. I might talk to MadWolfHunter and see how he feels about it. In the end this might be my story, but the plot idea and multiple scenes from this are his creations and I don't want to ruin his overall vision.

Stiles: Sterek, Sterek, Sterek.

Me: However Sterek is the main ship in this (and the main ship from the video as Barry literally goes back in time just to save Derek) so that is not changing.

Disclaimer Here → I love this idea so so much but I can not claim credit for it… likewise with the characters.

3rd Person POV

The next morning Stiles was officially introduced to Barry's job. Needless to say he thought it was awesome. Barry solved the cases for the police officers, he was like a detective! The official term might be CSI but Barry seemed more like detective then anything else. Also, it didn't take a detective that there was some sort of connection between Barry and the Flash. What it was yet hadn't been clear to Stiles. However he wasn't a researcher for nothing. It barely took him a week to figure out that Oliver Queen and the Arrow were the same person. Yeah, he knew. His mom used to call him 'her little Sherlock' before she died. No one had called him that since she died however. But that's off topic. There was some sort of connection between the Flash and Barry, the timing was also fairly accurate in making it seem like Barry was the Flash. However there wasn't enough evidence for him to fully believe in it yet.

"So this is what you do all day?" Stiles asked, spinning in circles in Barry's spinny chair, "Collect samples from crime scenes and go all Sherlock Holmes on it and solve the crime!"

"I wouldn't say Sherlock Holmes, I'm not a detective Stiles," Barry replied, looking up from the microscope, "I'm a CSI, I analyze the samples collected and… I'm boring you aren't I?"

"Nope, I just have really bad ADHD and don't have my Adderall," Stiles kept spinning in the chair, "It's at home."

"Why didn't you bring it with you?"

"Spur of the moment coming here."

Digging his feet into the cement ground Stiles slowed down and stopped. For a few moments the world spun around him, vision swimming, before it returned to normal. Blinking owlishly Stiles focused on something off to the side that was covered with a dark sheet. It seemed that Barry had gone back to his microscope, a pencil and paper next to him. Standing up Stiles cocked his head to the side and stared at the sheet.

"What's this?" Stiles asked, looking back at his brother.

"Hmm," Barry looked up and noticed what Stiles was staring at, "That's nothing."
"If it's nothing why is it covered?"

Suddenly Barry was by his side, face tight. A quick glance to Barry let Stiles know he was seriously considering something. There was a slight hesitation in his movements as he tore down the sheet covering the board. Pictures and string covered the surface, push pins and pieces of tape holding them up. Shock filled Stiles and his eyes scanned the pictures, noticing a newspaper clipping of Henry Allen getting arrested by the police. Pieces of colored string connected things between pictures, reminding Stiles of his own board back at home.

"I used to look at this board every day, lately I haven't looked at it as much as I should," Barry sat down on the spinny chair, crossing his arms in front of him and shifting slightly.

"That's okay though, you were onto something," Stiles replied.

Studying the board Stiles moved a string between two pictures. Those connections were stronger than the one before. Stepping back Stiles looked over at Barry, a small smile gracing his face. Barry's eyebrow was risen as he stared at the board, noting the changes that Stiles made. A second later Barry moved to look closer at the board. Stiles watched him silently, glancing behind him.

"It makes sense right?" Stiles asked, "He was seen at the same crimes scenes and the way he worded things in his statements seemed to leave things out. That and in the first picture he had a ring and the second the ring is gone, but there were imprints on the second body that matched the markings on said ring."

Stiles took a deep breath and stared at Barry. Shock covered Barry's face as he studied the pictures, noticing the details Stiles mentioned. A second later he stepped back, respect covering his features. Proudly Stiles grinned at him. Then Barry's phone rung and he left in a hurry, fudging up an excuse on the spot. It was such utter bs that Stiles considered following him, only to use Barry's laptop to bring up the news feed.

~A helicopter cam focused on two robbers on the ground, one wearing a parka and the other what looked to be an old fire-proof jacket. In their hands were guns, one shooting out flames and the other cold air that turned everything to ice. Seconds later a streak of lightning appeared. Both robbers turned their guns on the streak of lightning, which dodged at what seemed to be the last second.

"It's the Flash!" the news reporter exclaimed in shock, having been silent otherwise.

There was a flurry of flames and ice, all going after the lightning. Each time the Flash dodged, only getting hit once. Police officers surrounded the scene even as the Flash continued in on his fight. The news reporter was saying things but had long since been put on mute. On the screen the Flash ran circles around the two, which only made it easier it seemed for the two robbers. Then the Flash paused, seemingly listening for instructions maybe? Lightning surrounded him as he vibrated, dodging out of the way. Insults were thrown, angering the two robbers. Both guns shot at the Flash at the same time. Even before it happened Stiles knew what he was doing. Running between the two, connecting the blasts and ultimately throwing the two away from each other. A second later the Flash disappeared~

Stiles exited out of the news report and looked down at his list as to reasons why Barry was the Flash. The list had three things already, three things was a pattern. A fourth just cemented it. Sighing softly he set the pad of paper back down and turned the spinny chair towards the door. Counting down softly Barry ran back into the room, kicking his smoking shoes. One of his eyebrows rose as Barry walked in.

"One is an incident, two is a coincidence, three is a pattern. Like to know what four is?" Stiles asked.

"Uh sure…?" Barry replied, slowly moving closer.

"Well, Dad said a warrant but I think four is proof. Like to read my list?"

"About what?"

Stiles tossed the pad at him, crossing his arms over his chest. By this point he was almost one hundred percent sure it was Barry. Okay, that's a lie. He knows it's Barry by this point. Just as confident as he is in Oliver Queen being the Arrow. Barry looked at each of Stiles' reasons as to why he would be the Flash.

"Oh, and that's only the strong points. Ones that there is no doubt about, I have more minor ones," Stiles said, "Like your shoes and clothes smoking right now. I'm assuming that's because of intense friction or speed maybe?"
"Stiles… Look you can't tell anyone," Barry replied, gripping the pad of paper tightly, "It's too dangerous. They could get hurt or worse…"

"I'm not unable to protect myself Barry," Stiles hissed at him, "I'm the Sheriff's son."

"Against meta-humans? Stiles…"

"We can talk about this later."

With that Stiles brushed past his brother. Not only was this probably one of the worst places to talk about this, half the police officers didn't exactly like the Flash, he kinda owed his Dad a long overdue phone call.

***********TWDCF**********

This was wrong, all wrong. The boy wasn't supposed to come here. All his plans were ruined. Not only would the Flash be too distracted with his long-lost brother, this long lost brother would ruin the future! Unless, he could get this brother out of the way. No, that wouldn't do. He's too important to the timeline as well. Killing him would just ruin everything.

"Gideon, show me the news article," he ordered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Gladly."

So far it was the same article, in the big picture at least. However there was one difference, a minor one. But it was a big ripple when it came down to the flow of history. Growling deeply Dr. Wells slammed his hand down on the console, glaring at the News Article. It had changed! That stupid boy had ruined it! Had ruined the future! Stiles Stilinski was never supposed to come to Central.

What to do? How could he fix this? The future had changed, his future. It was possible he could cease to exist. But what could he do? Killing the boy wouldn't work. No… killing wouldn't work. His fingers drummed against the console. Hmm, it was possible. Maybe, just maybe, that could work. A small smirk appeared even as his mind went through the possible variables. It would be oh so easy too. But to get it into action. That, that would be the hard part. But oh would it work splendidly.

He left the room, the article glowing faintly in the background. The writer's name had changed. No longer did it read as Iris West-Allen. Instead it was some random name. One that hadn't existed in the original timeline. He should know. There is no Ellen Snart.

*********TWDCF********

The talk didn't end up happening for almost a month. Since the day after Stiles confronted Barry he had to return home, to his dad. While Stiles had invited Barry to come back with him, see his dad. Barry had refused. His own reasoning sounded flimsy for him, but Stiles hadn't pushed. Instead his brother had exchanged phone numbers and then drove off. Nothing really changed, except for the occasional texts. Usually it was just random stuff, Stiles complaining about homework and asking for help on weird problems when it came to chemistry. But then suddenly the texts tapered off, coming in once a week rather than every other day. However Barry didn't find it weird, teenagers would be teenagers. Stiles was probably busy with school, lacrosse, and just overall teen drama.

Then Oliver showed up, at one of his fights. An arrow had cut into the man in front of him and the Arrow had given him a wink before disappearing. Now he was standing with Dig and Felicity, waiting for Oliver to show up. It was Felicity that broke the silence, but not with what they were doing here. No, it was something a bit more surprising then that.

"I heard you found out that you had a little brother!" Felicity exclaimed, "That must've been exciting. Caitlin told me, asked me to look a bit into his past. Sorry that must seem weird. She just wanted to make sure that it wasn't some sort of meta trying to get close to you. He's not by the way. Was in Beacon Hills when the accelerator exploded."

"Felicity, breath," Barry grinned slightly, "And that's good to know."

Oliver walked onto the porch, moving into the light near them.

"Don't get too attached to him Barry," Oliver said, "If he finds out about you…"

"Already figured it Ollie, apparently he knew about you within a week of the Arrow first showing up. And no I didn't tell him." Barry changed the subject before Oliver could snap at him, "What brings you to Central?"

Without uttering another word Oliver passed over an evidence bag. As Felicity explain Barry studied the boomerang inside, using his knowledge as a CSI to piece together the information. Brow furrowing he noticed the sharpened edges and the almost non-existent blood stains. This had been used a lot as a weapon. Even cleaning the blood off of the weapon hadn't removed it all, there was still some stains from it. Holding the boomerang to the light also showed some imperfections in the metal.

"We were going to tell you we were coming but someone…" Here Felicity cast a small glare at an unaffected Oliver. "Insisted we didn't need to bug anyone."

"Barry has his own issues to deal with," Oliver replied evenly.

"You just helped us apprehend our latest baddie," Barry said, "My plate is cleared."

"Great, it's settled then," Felicity interrupted before Oliver could, "It's his city. We can use his help."

"Meet me at Star Labs? Cisco and the others are probably wondering where I disappeared too."

Barry sped away before they could agree or disagree. Returning into his civilian clothes he noticed that there was a new text there, from Stiles. Knowing it would be a few minutes before the others arrived, even if they disobeyed every single traffic law, Barry opened it.

From Stiles:

You wouldn't happen to know anything about Darach's do you?

Darach's? What was this about? Maybe a school project. Not that he remembered anything in school about Darach's, or even anything he did in his spare time. Maybe Oliver did, Oliver knew weird stuff like that, but that still seemed really far-fetched.

To Stiles:

School project? Sorry I don't know anything about Darach's. I can ask a few people if you'd like.

The answer was almost immediate.

From Stiles:

Something like that.

Before Barry could reply Team Arrow entered the cortex. As usual Oliver looked grumpy, however Diggle and Felicity seemed in awe. Putting his phone away, he could answer Stiles later, Barry greeted them. Without another word Caitlin grabbed the boomerang from Felicity and began running analysis on it.

"Barry," Oliver said tightly.

"Look Oliver, you can get on me later. Now though we're just trying to help," Barry replied.

Felicity gravitated to Cisco on the computers while Diggle toured the cortex. In his pocket his phone buzzed and Barry pulled it out of his pocket. Another text from Stiles. His brow furrowed, even as he heard Oliver exhale exasperatedly. Eyes widening at the text Barry nearly flashed out of there that very second.

From Stiles:

It's here. Barry he's here!

"I've gotta… go." Barry was practically vibrating with fear.

"What's going on?" Oliver had immediately became alert.

Barry flashed away without responding.

*********TWDCF*********

Dropping his phone to the ground Stiles stared out of the window of Derek's loft. Across the way was the man in yellow, red eyes just staring at him. Usually red eyes filled Stiles with some sort of comfort, as that was the same color Derek's eyes got when he went all werewolfy. But now he just felt unease. Seconds before his brother flashed in, which was weird he'd admit, the man in yellow disappeared.

"Stiles!" Barry exclaimed, skidding to a stop next to him.

"He was right there," Stiles whispered, pointing to the building across the way, "I swear."

Barry looked out the window, despite the fact that the Man in Yellow was no longer there. For a second Stiles thought that Barry wouldn't believe him, despite the shaking of his hands. What was he doing here anyways? Beacon Hills was a bit away from Central City, obviously not that much of an issue for speedsters but still.

"He left right when you came in," Stiles said his voice shaking, "As if he knew you were coming."

"He probably did," Barry replied sighing, "You good?"

"A little freaked out but I'm okay."

Suddenly a voice appeared and Stiles jolted.

~Hey what's going on? You okay?~

"What was that?" Stiles demanded.

Glaring slightly at Barry when he waved him off Stiles glanced around. It was kinda weird being here alone but the others were currently breaking into a bank and who knew where Peter was. Speaking of he was supposed to be on call in case of a disaster. Rushing back to the desk he noticed that the radio was flashing red.

"I'm here," Stiles said breathlessly.

~Great~ Derek growled ~Not like we've been waiting~

Barry continued his vigil at the window, eyes narrowed at the building. Stiles glanced over at him before shrugging and responding to Derek.

"Stop being such a Sourwolf," Stiles responded without thinking, "Now tell me where you are."

~Just entering the vents. Can't sense anything~ Scott cut in.

"That just proves there's something up at the bank."

At the window Barry straightened up before disappearing. Papers blew all over the place and Stiles had to slap his hands down to keep them from moving to far. Glancing around Stiles frowned deeply, hearing a phone ring. It wasn't one he recognized.

~Stiles~ Derek hissed over the radio.

"Sorry," Stiles replied before looking down at the maps, "Third right then go straight until you find a downwards vent. Continue going down until you reach the wall."

~Then?~ Derek asked

"Punch the hole," Stiles replied, the phone ringing once again.

Grabbing the phone off the table, Stiles looked it over. It was Barry's most likely. Joe was calling him. Wrinkling his nose Stiles considered his options. While it was probably an invasion of privacy, Stiles also knew that Joe would probably worry anyways. Sighing softly Stiles eventually just answered.

~Barry!~ Joe exclaimed.

"He's out right now," Stiles replied, "It's Stiles."

~Where is he?~

"He didn't exactly tell me where he was going. He just kinda ran off."

~When he comes back can you tell him to call?~

"Sure…"

There was no goodbye before Joe hung up. Pulling the phone away from his ear he set it down. Something was obviously going down at the bank but there had been nothing from the pack. Seconds later Peter came in the room, his eyes narrowing as he sniffed around. Stiles ignored him in favor of waiting anxiously from some kind of talk from Barry or the Pack. Constantly scanning both Barry's phone, his own phone, and the radio. Seconds later a howl tore through the air and the two left in the loft stiffened.

"That was a howl," Stiles commented, looking over at Peter, "Why was there a howl?"

"I don't know Stiles, what do you think?" Peter responded dryly.

"I didn't need a reminder on why I don't like you."

That was when his phone rang, Scott's face appearing on the screen of his phone. Before he could grab it the screen changed to a missed call. Sighing softly Stiles grabbed the phone and checked for any other communications from the other members of the pack. There wasn't anything. Once again he sighed and checked around.

"Who was here earlier?" Peter asked, "I can smell them."

"Doesn't matter," Stiles replied evenly, ignoring the way his hands shook with anxiety.

"Ozone, fear, leather…"

"Peter stop."

"Some smoke."

"PETER!"

There was a blur of red lightning, followed by some yellow lightning. The two streaks ran after each other, flying across the room with papers flying everywhere after them. Due to the shock of their appearances Peter shifted, eyes turning an icy blue and claws elongating from nails. The beta werewolf shifted in front of Stiles, blocking him from view. Fear wrapped itself around Stiles' lungs like a vice, squeezing the breath out of him. Eyes fixated on the streak of yellow lightning. Seconds later an arm entangled itself around him, a roar from an angry werewolf, and the scenery around him blurred.

Wind flew across his face and Stiles wondered briefly which one grabbed him. The Man in Yellow or his brother? Then it all stopped, he was deposited in an unfamiliar place. The floor beneath him swam, or was he swaying? As his vision cleared he realized that he didn't know anyone there.

"Barry," someone growled.

"Sorry, I had to get him out of there…" Barry responded, his hand on Stiles' shoulder, "You okay there?"

"Crap… Peter. He's gonna think you kidnapped me and set… does anyone have a phone I can use?" Stiles shook his head, vision clearing.

Around that time he looked up and realized that there were more people there then he realized before. Okay, the only one he actually recognized here was Oliver Queen aka the Arrow. Everyone else was a total mystery, except Barry of course, and he wondered why he hadn't met anyone here. Blinking slowly he looked at his brother who handed over Stiles' phone, when he grabbed it from the table Stiles didn't know. And it was ringing… great Peter had his phone number. Or maybe he stole it from Derek, probably stole it from Derek.

"Hello," Stiles said answering the phone.

~Hello? You were just kidnapped!~ Peter replied harshly.

"Awe, didn't know you cared." That garnered him a few weird looks from the unknown people but he ignored them. "It's cool Peter, I know him."

~Of course you know the freak speedsters~

"I know you Peter, I think you're weirder."

~What do I tell the pack? Where are you?~

"Uh… I don't know." Stiles ignored the last question. "Is the other guy gone?"

~He left after you did.~

"Good, I'll call them later… or have them call me. I don't care. Bye," Stiles hung up the phone, ignoring the angry voice telling him not to hang up.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Oliver talking harshly to Barry. There was an occasional gesture in his direction which clued him into the knowledge that they were talking about him. Which left him with the four others that he didn't know. Rubbing the back of his neck Stiles grinned awkwardly at them, silently cursing Barry for leaving him alone. It was starting to get old.

"Uh, hi?" Stiles offered.

"How do you know Barry?" the tall bodyguard type asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" a blonde girl with glasses replied, "He's Stiles."

"No, not really."

So Barry had told them about him? He was somewhat touched. But mostly felt slightly awkward. They knew him but he didn't know them. Would that reflect bad on Barry? Maybe.

"Uh, I kinda… don't really know who you guys are?" Stiles said, wincing slightly.

"Sorry, I'm Caitlin," the girl in the labcoat said, who had mostly been standing there.

"Cisco," he had a Star Wars shirt on and that instantly made him okay in Stiles' book.

"Felicity," the nerdy blonde said, giving a small wave.

"Dig," the bodyguard grunted.

Nodding slightly Stiles looked around the room he was in. It was very laby in his opinion, not that laby was a word but he didn't really care. Computers were near the front, facing the center. That was where Felicity, Caitlin, and Cisco were sitting. Dig stood behind them, watching Stiles carefully. There were a few side rooms with a bunch of tech Stiles was itching to touch. Not that he knew what most of them did. TV monitors were mounted on the wall surrounding the Flash suit. All in all it looked very laby.

"So why did Barry leave suddenly to go find you," Oliver asked, crossing his arms as he entered the room.

"Ollie," Barry said with an exasperated sigh.

It didn't seem to discourage Oliver who continued to stare at Stiles with an unflinching glare. Sweating slightly Stiles glanced over at Barry, who looked resigned and just gestured at him. Licking his lips Stiles looked back at Oliver and reminded himself that he faced off worse things, including an insane alpha, Gerard Argent, a bunch of hunters, a kanima, and now an Alpha Pack and Darach. Yep, he has faced worse things. But that did little to help his anxiety.

"The Man in Yellow… he umm…" Stiles glanced over at Barry again, "He showed up across the street of a friends house. Just staring at me. I texted Barry and um…"

"I brought him here to keep him safe," Barry cut in glaring at Oliver.

"You showed him your identity! All you did was put him in more danger!" Oliver roared.

"Okay I already pieced together Barry. You I knew within a week," Stiles pointed at Oliver, "Now I can protect myself. It's not that hard. Now get that stick out of your ass and stop yelling at my brother!"

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Judging by the way everyone was staring at Oliver as though waiting what he would do, no one yelled at Oliver enough. If Stiles was going to be in the same room as Oliver for long periods of time that would change. Not that Stiles couldn't keep his temper but some people just caused him to snap. Maybe he couldn't beat Oliver in a fight but he didn't care. Respect flickered across Oliver's face before a grin broke out and he clapped Stiles' shoulder.

"That shows balls," Oliver said looking over at Barry, "Maybe Stiles will rub off on you."

The hand on his shoulder disappeared and Stiles relaxed slightly. But the stare returned and he wondered why the earth wouldn't swallow him whole. Oliver was a little scarier than an alpha. Just a little.

"You're scrawny kid. All it would take is one punch and you'll be down," Oliver told him.

Once again the anger appeared, "Give me my bat and I won't be so weak."

"Do you want to test that?"

"Oliver!" Barry and Felicity chorused.

Silently summing up Oliver, knowing that there was no way he could beat him by sheer brute force, Stiles looked at the gruff face of the hooded archer of Starling City. It would be difficult, but not anymore difficult than a Kanima and Alpha. Maybe if he could just keep Oliver coming at him, dodging?

"Why not? But I don't heal as fast as my brother," Stiles replied shrugging.

"Stiles!" Barry exclaimed.

"Tomorrow, four o'clock. Maybe Barry will stick around after his training session to watch," Oliver replied before walking away.

"Wait, what training session? Oliver!" Barry chased after the archer.

What did he get himself into?

********TWDCF********

Lots and lots of research on the Arrow, brief clips of him fighting, researcher on the man behind the mask. Five years on an island in the middle of nowhere, who knows what he learned there. After hacking some top security he learned even more, knowing that Oliver hadn't been on the island the entire five years. Getting trained by the russian mafia and a few other places as well. Rubbing a hand across his face Stiles found stuff about the League of Assassins. Great, he was going against an ex-assassin and ex-mafia member. Though he was fairly certain you couldn't technically be an ex-mafia. Once again he wondered what he got himself into.

Stiles came by fifteen minutes early, sneaking into the little shack like warehouse thing and finding all the possible places Oliver could hide some things and disappear himself. After disabling a few traps, setting another off, Stiles found a little hidden perch and watched Oliver train his brother. It was a bit of a shock seeing Oliver shoot Barry with two arrows, in the back, before pulling them out without a bit of remorse. Here was too hoping Oliver remembered that Stiles didn't heal like his brother. Shifting his hand into his pocket where a bottle of mountain ash rested, Stiles wondered if he could possibly use it against Oliver. According to Deaton the limits were his belief. Or was that about this mysterious Spark that he couldn't find any information about, the only things that showed up was Merlin and witches.

"Where's Stiles?" Barry asked, as it started getting near his time for the spar against Oliver.

"He's here," Oliver replied, "Probably taking time to actually scan the perimeter and case in the new surroundings."

"I feel like you were subtly insulting me there."

"You can't prove it."

So there was no use hiding against him, maybe he could take a shot here? Was there even anything here he could use to at least get a hit on Oliver. To use the mountain ash he needed to be closer but he didn't really feel like getting any closer unless he absolutely had too. Scanning his surroundings he found an arrow that had been in one of the traps Oliver had set. Allison had taught him a bit of archery. The trap had been a crossbow and that was easier for him then the type of bows Oliver used, they were kinda fancy. Notching the arrow Stiles took aim, making sure not to hit anywhere that could kill him or permanently injure him. Starling City kinda needed the arrow. His shoulder would work, keep him from shooting but it would heal within a few days. Maybe quicker if Star Labs had some sort of special thing to speed up the healing process. Then he pulled the trigger.

There was a quiet twang and the arrow soared through the air. For some reason Barry didn't notice it, or maybe he did and just assumed that it was actually Stiles. But while Barry didn't move Oliver did, notching a bow and releasing the arrow. It split the other arrow in half and hit the wall near Stiles. Flinching away Stiles nearly fell, before cursing silently. No use beating Oliver in his own game. Guess he'd have to think more like the Slytherin that Peter totally is. While he personally hadn't been sorted into Pottermore yet he was fairly certain he'd be a Slytherin as well. Crap he hadn't had any Adderall to take today… but maybe this could be used to his advantage.

"Nice try Stiles," Oliver called out, "I'm assuming you found my traps then."

Stiles didn't respond, that would only let Oliver find him sooner. However he needed to move anyways. It wouldn't take long for Oliver to figure out where he was. Stiles moved out onto a rafter, scooting along. While it wasn't the quickest nor the coolest way of moving on a rafter, it was the safest. Stiles had like no balance. It was practically non-existent. Footsteps entered the little shack thing and Stiles pressed himself against the other wall, slowly getting to his feet and inching alongside the roof. Oliver's head didn't move but Stiles knew he was scanning the area, trying to find him. Holding his breath Stiles continued to scooch slowly, making the least amount of noise possible. Chains hung near him and he briefly considered being Tarzan but decided it was best to play it safe.

"I know you're in here Stiles," Oliver called out, still scanning around. Slowly inching higher in his search, "You're smart, but you can't hide forever."

Stiles was now right above Oliver's head, holding his breath still. Slipping the mountain ash bottle out of his pocket Stiles dumped some in his hand. This was all about belief. He believed that the mountain ash will keep Oliver's senses dull enough not to find him unless he wanted him too. That it would keep Oliver in that circle and keep his arrows from shooting at him. Tossing the mountain ash into the air it fell in a circle around Oliver.

"What the?" Oliver asked as he looked down at the mountain ash at the ground, "Mountain ash… how?"

Stiles dropped down from the rafters and landed next to Oliver. Hair fell into his eyes and he brushed it away, looking up at Oliver with whiskey colored eyes. A small smirk graced his face and he gestured at Oliver to come towards him. While he was curious as to how Oliver knew about mountain ash, he also wanted to see if his belief was strong enough to work. However Oliver didn't even seem to notice him, still studying the mountain ash surrounding him.

"How did he even get some?" Oliver muttered, "You do realize this won't affect me right?"

Stiles snickered softly and came closer. Yet Oliver didn't seem to notice him. Oh this was funny. If only he had made a bet with Oliver. Maybe the others had. Hmm, he should ask. Information from Oliver would be good, maybe he knew about the Darach. If he recognized mountain ash he definitely should know something at least.

"I would disagree," Stiles said, knowing that now Oliver would notice him, "Mountain Ash is about belief. Yes it works against the supernatural, but if I believe enough it will work on non-supernaturals as well."

The slight glaze over Oliver's eyes lifted as he caught sight of Stiles. Shock flitted across his face before recognition dawned. This was too good. He hoped someone was filming this. Probably not and most likely no one would believe him if he said he caught the Arrow. Seconds later Oliver notched his bow and tried to shoot him. It hit the mountain ash barrier and fell down.

"Impressive," Oliver muttered, shrugging.

"I can't believe you actually tried to shoot me," Stiles deadpanned, "I might be related to Barry but I don't actually heal like him!"

"Arrow to the thigh never hurt anyone."

"I think it would hurt."

A second later Stiles was hit in the thigh with an arrow. The chains shuddered and even Oliver winced. Stiles cursed softly. Of course he missed a trap. He wouldn't be Stiles if he didn't. It didn't hurt as bad as Gerards torture or the various injuries he got rough housing with the other beta werewolves. However it was still in the top three worst pain he has ever had in his short life.

The pain started from where the arrow pierced into his thigh, nerves sending the pain throughout his body. It was sharp and lingered, searing itself into his body. Then his leg buckled, sending him to the ground in pain. Blood seeped into his jeans and he growled angrily at Oliver. Seconds later the mountain ash circle around the archer dissipated. Stiles' hand wrapped around the arrow shaft and he yanked it out of his leg, tearing pain exploding around the wound. As Oliver approached Stiles tore off a piece of his shirt, wrapping it around the wound to staunch the bleeding.

"I hate you so much and I am so getting you back for this," Stiles growled, "I would say sleep with one eye open but I'm fairly certain you already do."

"You did well." Oliver wisely stayed just out of reach of Stiles. "But there's always room for improvement."

"I missed one trap."

"And if it was aimed any higher you would be crippled for life."

If Oliver was any closer he would have an arrow in his shin right now. For a second Stiles wondered where Barry had disappeared too. Surely he would be yelling so hard that Oliver would be covered with spit right now. Deciding he could yell at his brother later, after just about everyone in Star Labs tore into Oliver, Stiles gestured Oliver over.

"You. Help me up," Stiles ordered.

"Are you going to stab me with my own arrow?" Oliver asked.

"I'm considering it."

Maybe that was the right answer since Oliver hooked an arm under his shoulder and helped Stiles to his feet. After testing his leg (OWWW) Stiles decided it was best to lean heavily against Oliver. This was going to be a very painful trip back to Star Labs. His revenge on Oliver would have to wait though, as it was best when Oliver never saw it coming. While Stiles wasn't the most patient person, this was worth waiting for.

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As entertaining as it was to watch Oliver look fearfully at a very angry short nerdy blonde, aka Felicity Smoak, Stiles was in desperate need to ask Oliver how he knew about the supernatural and mountain ash properties. If Oliver had any idea or knowledge about the Darach he needed to know. According to Scott there had been another sacrifice, another virgin, taken. And Stiles was officially freaking out as he was a virgin. While he might not be in Beacon Hills anymore he was still scared as hell. And Barry was not helping as he refused to leave his side. Yes he was shot with an arrow but Barry had been shot with two. TWO ARROWS! And yes, Barry did heal faster. But Stiles had been hurt worse… that was a lie he had never been hurt worse. There had been worse pain, but never had the injury lasted this long. Except for that time he broke his arm, he still blames Scott for that.

"Barry I'm fine, it's just a scratch," Stiles said.

"Actually it's a puncture wound, not a scratch," Caitlin told him helpfully from where she was getting pain meds.

"Not helping."

Crossing his arms Stiles glared over at Barry. This was just suffocating. Caitlin had said he would be healed within a couple of weeks, with a full recovery in a little under a month due to the special pills she gave him. There was no need for Barry to be smothering him this much. Thankfully Cisco distracted Stiles from Barry mothering him by asking the all too obvious question.

"So I'm guessing by the injury Oliver won?" Cisco asked.

"I missed one trap, one," Stiles grumbled, "I nearly got him too. I had him trapped."

"Really, I don't believe that," Diggle said joining in the conversation.

Surprisingly it was Oliver that backed him up, "As much as I hate to admit it, he actually did. Kept me from finding him or attacking him. If he hadn't missed that trap he would've won."

"How many traps did I miss actually?" Stiles asked, even as Felicity joined Barry in mothering him.

"Three. Another arrow under the worktable, the one in the chains, and a net on the other side of the room."

Stiles cursed and leaned back against the pillow. Of course he missed some, especially the obvious ones. That did explain the net though, but he just assumed it was to catch anything that fell through. Shows that he shouldn't assume anything. Then his phone rang, distracting everyone.

~Stiles!~ Scott exclaimed through the phone.

"I know about it, Derek texted me," Stiles replied.

~He did? About the third sacrifice?~

"Yes he did. Catch up Scott."

~Well have you found anything about the Darach? I went to see you at home but you weren't there… Actually where are you. I didn't see you at school today either. Assumed you were sick…~

"No I haven't found anything yet. Same place I was last time."

~Oh… Tell him hi then. I'll talk to you later… oh we umm… found Erica. She didn't make it. And Derek has another sister he hasn't told us about. Bastard.~

"We'll complain about Derek later. I've gotta go. Bye Scotty."

~Bye Stiles~

After hanging up, wasn't he popular?, Stiles kicked Barry and Felicity out of the room. While the others, except Oliver surprisingly, had left during the phone call, those two had stayed. Their mothering was a bit too much and Stiles wanted to talk to Oliver alone. Judging by the raised eyebrow Oliver knew that as well.

"What do you know about the supernatural?" Stiles asked.

"Depends on your version of the supernatural," Oliver replied.

"Something that can't be explained by science. Something that you would find in myths and legends, like ghost. Werewolves."

Silence. Maybe Oliver was trying to figure out his answer, maybe he was trying to figure out why Stiles was asking this. There was nothing on Oliver's face that could indicate what he was thinking. Nothing to show he was even surprised by this question. Anxiety pooled Stiles. Maybe he was pulling at a loose strand.

"Why do you want to know?" Oliver asked, finally responding to Stiles.

"My town, we have some… unexplainable phenomenons. I think I've figured out what it is but it's… impossible," Stiles rambled, thinking of everything in the past, "Well, I have proof for the past stuff but what's going on now… I can't explain it!"

"Proof you say? Stiles I've seen some crazy stuff. Look at your brother."

"Yeah but that has a scientific explanation! This is just… supernatural. Oliver I'm part of a pack of werewolves."

"But you're human. Otherwise you couldn't control the mountain ash."

"You don't seem shocked that I'm part of a pack of werewolves."

As though realizing this could take a while Oliver sat on one of the not so comfy chairs. He steepled his fingers in front of him and leaned forward.

"I've met a few werewolves in my time," Oliver replied softly, "Including a blind one, an alpha, named Deucalion. I'm not sure how blind he truly was though."

"You've met Deucalion?! He's terrorizing my alpha, trying to get him to join his pack," Stiles exclaimed.

"Be careful around him Stiles. While he has the same weaknesses as other alpha's he is stronger and has a higher resistance."

"What do you know about Darach's?"

The sudden change in topic clearly startled Oliver. However he didn't let it last and soon returned to a neutral mask. Yet his legs shifted, showing that he was uncomfortable with this subject.

"Enough, why?" Oliver replied.

"I think that there's one in Beacon Hills. Already we have three deaths, a;; are virgins. Our resident banshee… who doesn't realize she's a banshee, found the first one," Stiles started rambling, "The second was my friend… Heather. I was at her birthday party, it was then she was taken. The last was yesterday. Deaton calls it a threefold death, cut throat, strangled, and a blow to the head."
"If it is a Darach you need to be careful Stiles. They're not something to be messed with." The tone in Oliver's voice scared him slightly, "She will kill you without mercy."

"Do you know anything about them that might be helpful?"

"Stay out of it Stiles."

"Knowledge comes with power Oliver! Don't you think with a Darach running around that we could use some! Maybe we can stop her!"

Without responding Oliver got up and left, leaving Stiles in the room. Falling back against the pillows Stiles shut his eyes. All he could do was hope that Oliver would come around. If he doesn't his pack is doomed. A Darach and an Alpha Pack, both something Oliver was warning them away from. Even Oliver seemed scared. Oliver didn't scare easily. God… he just. Why couldn't Oliver see it his way? See that all he wanted to do was help his friends. Just like Oliver was doing at Starling City. Like Barry was doing here.

Me: So umm… this had so much going on and I'm sorry too say that the next chapter probably will too. I'm playing with the idea of Stiles being a Spark but so far the limit to his Spark abilities will be with mountain ash only. Almost like a metahuman. I'm also considering making a metahuman just for Barry and Stiles to fight together, with help from the Pack and possibly Oliver. If I decide to make this metahuman I'll give you some information about her and her powers.

Stiles: I've seen some of this planning for the metahuman and it looks interesting so far.

Review Request Here → I will not be taking OC ideas from you guys cause I always feel bad killing them. There might /MIGHT/ be a portion of her backstory at the beginning of the chapter if I do.