There Was Two Of Them

by ItstheBookworm

Six years before Stiles birth there was Camden Barry Henry Allen-Stilinski, also known as Barry Allen. Before Stiles was born, Henry Allen fought Claudia for custody of Barry. He won. A few months later Stiles was born. Sixteen years later, Stiles found a file the Sheriff has about his half-brother. The same day, miles away, Barry is struck by lightning. Fate causes them to meet.

5. Chapter 5

Me: So many good reviews! I feel so loved! So umm, there is a time skip in this chapter. Mostly because it's gonna be difficult for me to set up for the Nogitsune without totally messing up every single thing.

Stiles: She just likes writing insane people.

Me: Shush you.

Disclaimer Here → I got nothing.

3rd Person POV

A few weeks later Barry was woken up by his phone ringing. This was an uncommon occurrence because just about every single person he knew (even the villains) were sleeping at this time. Even Oliver slept at this time, which showed that everyone else was asleep. In his sleep addled state he didn't even check to see who called him.

"Hello?" Barry muttered groggily.

~You're Cam… sorry Barry right?~ a feminine voice asked on the other line, a muffled voice calling out to her angrily and in response she shushed them.

"Who is this?" the sleep was fading and he moved to sit up more in the bed.

~Sorry, I'm Lydia Martin. I'm a friend of your brother.~

Now mostly awake Barry remembered Stiles talking about her once. Even admitting that he had a crush on her, while it was no longer there, but they were very close. Once he even compared her to his sister, but made him swear on his life never to tell her.

"Is he okay?" Barry asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes while checking his alarm clock. It was four in the morning.

~Ummm, not really. How much has he told you about Beacon Hills?~

"Not a lot. Why?" The knowledge that his brother was not okay woke him up completely, without coffee.

~Okay, I'm going to tell you but I think it'd be better to do in person. How soon can you get to Beacon Hills?~

Biting his lip Barry weighed the pros and cons. While acting like a civilian would keep his secret better, there was the other fact that Stiles sounded like he was in trouble. If he was in trouble then there would be no time to worry about his secret identity. Besides, they couldn't be that dumb not to put the pieces together about Flash showing up in a small town at the same time the half-brother of the Sheriff's son showed up.

"I'll be there in," he did a quick calculation, "thirty minutes at most."

~How are you going to get here so quickly? Aren't you in Central?~

"You'll see," Barry was slowly getting out of bed, knowing how the sound of the wind could make it difficult to hear him.

~Alright… meet us at the Sheriff's station?~

"Will do."

Hanging up Barry quickly packed up some clothes, stuffing them in a backpack, before rushing to Star Labs. To his surprise Cisco was there, typing furiously on the computer. The rushing of the wind didn't even startle him, the papers billowing up around him. With a small sigh Barry looked over at Cisco, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I have some stuff I gotta do at Beacon Hills, think you can find someone to cover?" Barry asked, rubbing a hand down his face, "There's something going on with Stiles."

"Yeah, umm.. Maybe we could call in Roy? He recently went on his own way. Joined some anti-hero or something, one of Batman's," Cisco looked up, "I can try him, no promises the person he's been with isn't gonna follow."

"As long as Roy can keep him in check."

Giving Barry a mock salute, Cisco went back to his typing. Whether he was asking Roy through email or if he was going to call him was unknown to Barry. With a small thanks, Barry rushed to Beacon Hills. The speed force flowed through him, giving him an extra push. Around him the roads blurred, the landscapes shifted. Soon enough he passed a sign that reads, BEACON HILLS. The town was darker than Central City, but still had more lightness than Star City. Or Gotham for that matter. However it was close.

The Station seemed to be one of the lighter places, yet it still seemed rather bleak, Barry noted as he walked in wearing his civilian clothes. Every single one of the officers had grim looks on their faces, including some of the teenagers that he vaguely recognized. They were all people he had been shown by Stiles before, some of them appearing in more pictures than others. Their names escaped him, but it seemed that they knew his. A strawberry blonde haired girl, her name started with an L but he couldn't remember what it actually was, came over to him.

"Barry?" She asked, her voice the same as the one over the phone.

"Yeah, now what's this about Stiles?" Barry demanded.

"It'd be better if we talked about this in the Sheriff's office," a boy, clearly a new leader, with a crooked jaw replied. Scott if Barry remembered correctly.

The ragtag group made their way into the Sheriff's office. His Dad's office. Swallowing Barry tried not to make eyesight with him. While Stiles had implied that he and his dad should talk, Barry still held some resentment towards him. Why hadn't him and his mom taken him in after his biological Dad had gotten arrested. Instead they left him too Joe. Like getting rid of baggage.

"Camden," he greeted, but Barry didn't look right at him, instead looking at the evidence board behind his head.

"I go by Barry now."

The board was clearly missing a few key pieces, some that probably should have been found at the crime scene. Brushing a stray piece of hair out of his eyes Barry glanced over to those around him. A redhead girl (the name, it was on the tip of his tongue), a dark haired female with the same callouses on her fingers that Oliver had (Allison maybe?), a japanese girl wearing Avenger's leggings (she appeared in a lot of the same pictures of Scott), Scott himself, an older male with a stubble (Derek, Stiles talked about him a lot), and lastly a boy around Scott's age with a scarf… it was like eighty degrees outside.

"What's going on with Stiles?" Barry demanded.

"There's some things you need to know first," Scott said, tapping his fingers against his thigh, "Not everything is like it seems. The supernatural is real, myths are real."

Already Barry knew about this, Oliver had talked to him about some of the things he had learned in his five years missing. Once he had let slip about some beings he had met in that time. Since then Barry had tried to find a logical reason for it, but without something to use to study or a willing volunteer to perform some tests on (with Caitlin's help) he hadn't been able to find anything. Then metahumans appeared and Barry wondered if this was around the same explanation as to the supernatural.

"Okay," Barry urged Scott on, "What does that have to do with anything?"

Scott glanced over at Derek, looking for help. Following his gaze, Barry also looked at Derek. Noting how he just stared at Scott expressionlessly, before sighing and looked over at Barry. With a soft sigh Derek looked towards Barry, his face shifting and changing. Shock took over Barry, even as the teeth elongated, eyes glowed, and sideburns grew.

"Werewolves?" Barry yelped, "Stiles is mixed in with werewolves?"

"Him and Allison," so Barry was right about her name, Scott continued "Are the only humans in the pack. We thought Lydia," her name did start with an L, "was human but we were wrong."

"Banshee," Lydia said helpfully.

"I'm a kitsune. Only Isaac, Scott, and Derek are actually werewolves," Kira added.

However for once Barry was still trying to catch up. His little brother was part of a pack of werewolves. One of the few humans of the pack, one of two actually. The idea of that was just, too much. This whole time he thought his brother safe, his little brother safe in Beacon Hills. He was wrong. Oh was he wrong. A pack of werewolves, that was almost as bad as being in Gotham while the Joker was around. Okay, maybe not that bad. But it was nearly there. Especially if the dangers they were dealing with are on Joker level bad.

"Stiles is possessed by a japanese trickster spirit, a Nogitsune," Derek said, arms crossed over his chest.

Okay, maybe it was worse than Gotham.

"I'm the science guy, not magic or supernatural," Barry reminded them, "If you want supernatural knowledge you should've talked too Ollie."

"Look, we know you know the Flash," Lydia cut in, her eyes blazing, "The Flash saved Stiles from whatever it was, returning him home later. Peter and Derek recognized the scent on Stiles and on you, Derek can confirm it."

"Smells like him," Derek agreed.

"You know someone not natural Barry. We need your help getting him here."

Batman would like these kids, natural detectives. Even if they weren't one hundred percent right. It would probably be best never to introduce them, he would try adopting all of them within a second. Didn't matter if they had parents or not, okay Tim might be a special case. But these kids knew who that he had a connection with the Flash, figured it out. Not completely but close enough. Honestly they probably could figure out all the secret identities of the superheroes if they really wanted too. But that doesn't matter. Sighing softly Barry ran a hand through his hair.

"That has a scientific reason for it, his powers at least. Werewolves, nogitsunes, witches, whatever else there is. They don't," Barry replied.

"I need people, who experience this kind of thing," Sheriff Stilinski, the man who raised him for six years of his life, said.

Out of the corner of his eye Barry caught sight of Derek looking over at him. Blinking rapidly, jaw tightening, Barry chanced a glance at him before looking back at the Sheriff. Everyone here needed the Flash to help them, who was he to deny them? This wasn't science, to his knowledge, but this was his brother. Solidifying his resolve Barry nodded, crossing his arms. Everyone relaxed, Derek's head hanging down in relief. Just what was the connection between the werewolf and his brother?

"Good," the Sheriff breathed, "Here's the plan."

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

Back at the Arrow cave Oliver was 'training' Laurel (against his better judgement), when the phone rang. It had been happening more and more recently (just why had Roy had to give his number to some of his 'friends'?) but he still answered it. Deciding to finish this up quickly Oliver swiped at Laurel's legs while bringing his fist down on her neck. The Canary collapsed with a thud, rubbing her neck. Wiping his face with a cloth Oliver picked up the phone and answered it without checking who it was.

"Oliver," he grunted into the phone, patting his face.

~Ol-Oliver?~ Stiles voice said breathlessly over the phone ~I need hel-help. I'm in o-over my he-head~

Almost at once the Arrow appeared, eyes flashing at the tone in the voice. Even Laurel noticed, glancing over at him with concern. Her fingers freezing over the keyboard Felicity looked over at him.

"Where are you?" Oliver demanded.

~Ol-Ollie help me…~

"Stiles where are you?! Describe where you are."

Without needing instruction Felicity began to trace Stiles' call. Static came over the phone, breaking up the words.

~...dow bui… ...ry Oliver~ the call dropped.

Cursing Oliver threw the phone at the training area. Due to the padding on the ground it didn't break, which he didn't know if he was glad about or mad. Turning towards Felicity the woman turned around in her chair, looking immensely proud of herself. Relief filled him, but he refused to show it, instead he grabbed his bow (already in costume) and headed to his bike.

"Coordinates already sent," Felicity called after him.

A hand was raised in acknowledgment. Swinging his leg over the bike Oliver peeled out of there, heading in the direction of Beacon Hills.

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

The plans were set in motion. Already the Arrow was due to arrive any moment now, in time with the rest of the others. Of course he wouldn't show his face, Stiles' memories told him that, until after scooping out the scene. He wouldn't find anything, except him. Oh it was so nice to be out again, it's been centuries. The door getting knocked open irritated him somewhat, didn't they know what stealth was, and so was all the weapons pointed at him. Boring! Oh look, Daddy is here too. With the Argents and oh, look, the screaming in his head got louder. Does itty-bitty Stiles like the werewolf? Isn't that a treat.

"If my son, if he's in there, he'll let me put these cuffs on," Daddy said.

This is gonna be fun. Skinny wrists out, cold metal biting his skin. If only Daddy dearest knew just how easily it would be to break these handcuffs. Crying now Stiles? Now that's just pathetic, even for you. Fine, no handcuffs. Even with the triggery Argents around. Ally only has a taser, pitty. He was hoping for a gun. The handcuffs snapped in half as he yanked his wrists away. Begging Stiles, you're getting even lower. A taser shot at him, but he easily grabbed it and pulled the string, head tilted to the side. What did she think he was going to do? Take the bolts. No, definitely not.

Dropping the taser to the ground he looked towards the sound of a gun getting taken out. There it is, the gun. Just what he wanted. Poking some of his tongue out he swayed, staring down the cold metal of the gun. Looking right at the poker face of the elder Argent. To his right Derek tensed up. Looky here Stiles, your feelings are returned. It's just too bad that you'll never get to act on them. Oh don't cry, you'll see him again soon. Or maybe not, you'll be going to Hell. He's going to purgatory.

"Argent listen to me," oh look Daddy dear is trying to protect us, "Don't do this."

"Why not?" Argent is hesitating is he?, "Werewolves, Berserkers, I can easily add a Nogitsune to the list."
Awe, acting all brave. And looky here Stiles, your boyfriend is moving closer. Is he going to jump in the way of the bullet for us? Oh now Daddy is taking out his gun? Is he going to shoot Argent. Oh this is even better than what he had hoped for! Maybe he should just sit back and enjoy the show.

"You're not going to shoot my son."

"You said it yourself Sheriff." Cocking his head to the side he stared at Argent, wondering just what he was going to do now. "That's not your son."

"Put it down. Put it down."

Let's add some more to this. Now just where was Flash and Arrow. Maybe they'll add some more chaos into the mix. A glimpse of green caught his eye and he smirked. There is Arrow, now let's make this real.

"Dad, he's gonna shoot me," adding the tears was easy, letting just a small bit of Stiles show. The fear in his voice, "He's gonna kill me Dad."

"Don't listen to him."

"Put it down. Now! Do it. Put it down!"

Oh Ollie, aren't you gonna do something. The arrow was back, he heard it go. But why wasn't he shooting. Too bad, that would have been fun. Now let's try to get the hunter to shoot him.

"Shoot me," he whispered, ignoring the yells of Daddy dear at Argent, "Shoot me."

"Dad," Ally darling said.

"SHOOT ME!"

It was chaos and it was oh so sweet. Screams coming from every direction, yelling at each other.

"SHOOT ME!"

"Strife…"

An arrow sprang through the air, catching the gun and yanking it from Argent's hand. Even as Allison screamed at them to listen to her. Too late darling girl, his power was gaining. The Arrow jumped from the rafters, landing next to lover boy. At the same time the Flash streaked in, skidding to a stop next to Ally. Good. The whole gang is here.

"This is what he wants," Flash said, vocal chords vibrating due to the others being there, "Us to fall apart at the seams."
"What are you talking about?" Arrow demanded, "It's Stiles."

"Oh no, did no one inform you?" a smirk was covering his face, eyes gleaming as he stared at Arrow, "Stiles isn't here right now. Rain check?"

A growl was the only response he got. Too bad, he was hoping Ollie was going to shoot him. But that wasn't truly what he wanted. Moving his neck in an inhuman way he stared at this bodies brother, waiting for him to say something. The Flash stepped closer to Arrow, not crossing over Daddy dearest.

"Stiles is possessed by a Nogitsune," Flash informed him, "I got called in by Barry." Oh look, a subtle hint that they didn't know his identity, wonderful. "Why are you here?"

"Stiles, or I guess the Nogitsune, called for help," Arrow growled, "It was a trick."

"Not really, you aren't here to fight me. You're here to protect me."

At that moment the sun went down. Now this was his plan. At once everyone sprang into action, weapons out or shifting into werewolf form. Oni broke through the window and the fight started. A streak of lightening rushed around, but the Oni easily kept pace with the fastest man alive. Pity. Arrows from Ollie and Ally flew through the air, Derek fighting close next to him. Stiles was screaming for his friends in his mind, cursing up a storm. Such a dirty mouth.

The chaos of the fight gave him a perfect opening to escape. He took it.

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

Honestly Barry didn't want to know how they captured his little brother. After the fight with the Oni Stiles had disappeared and hadn't shown his face for a few days. Oliver had also returned back to Star, after a promise to give them all the information he possibly could on Nogitsune's and reach out to a few of his contacts to learn more about them.

Duct tape covered his brother's face, already having been taken off once already. No one was willing to take it off again either, especially not Barry. The things his little brother had said… It just wasn't him. Taking a steadying breath Barry looked over at Scott, who was pacing. The reason was fairly obvious to Barry. What they had to do was just, not something he wanted to think about. Going inside someone's mind, it was mind rape. The only issue is, they had no choice.

And since they thought he was only connected to the Flash he couldn't call in someone else, like J'oon, to come take a look. A more stable connection then stabbing claws into the back of a person's neck. It was, insane! Inhuman! But it was also the only way to do it. J'oon didn't know Stiles, no one in the League did except for Oliver and himself. He'd like to keep it that way for a while. That was around the time he noticed Scott looking at him.

"I wanna wish you good luck over there, but I'm also scared of what you might find," Barry said, moving closer to Scott.

Judging by the way Scott looked down, eyes uncertain, it hadn't helped much. But slowly his resolve strengthened and Barry smiled slightly, the claws stabbing into Lydia and Stiles' neck. A gasp tore through the young Banshee's throat and Stiles' stiffened. Then the two sagged, Derek and Peter keeping Scott steady.

Oh how he wished to be able to see inside their minds, know what was going on inside. Occasionally their breathings would change, a slight twitch in one of their arms. But otherwise there was nothing. It was almost like they were in a coma. After a few minutes Barry sat down, elbows on knees as he stared at them.

The connection broke without warning and Stiles lunged forward, gagging. Barry rushed over to him, at human speeds, and held him up. Free hands tore off the duct tape and black smoke poured from his mouth. Then rags came out of his mouth, dragging them out. Horrified Barry scrambled backwards, staring at the rags that were getting pulled out. Dark smoke poured around it and seconds after Stiles stopped puking up rags a cloth covered hand appeared. A soft scream escaped Melissa's lips (and was it good to see her again after years (though he could have done without the hug attack)) as a figure climbed out of the rags covered like a mummy.

The figure started clawing at the cloth covering him, trying to peel it off. Before anyone could react, Barry's mind moving too fast for him to fully process what was going on completely, the rags on the head fell off, revealing Stiles. Tears covered his cheeks and Stiles collapsed onto the ground, biting his lip hard and hugging himself.

"Stiles," Barry whispered, hugging him tightly.

Almost immediately Stiles clung to him, even as Scott knelt down between the two and rested a hand on the younger's shoulder. In his arms his brother shook with silent sobs. The rags that he was wearing rubbed against his arms uncomfortably, but right now his brother needed him. So he dealt with it and held Stiles close, rocking his slowly. No one wanted to say anything but they all were thinking the same thing. What if this wasn't actually Stiles? A DNA test wouldn't show anything.

"Let's get you cleaned up and out of those rags," Barry suggested softly.

A soft nod was the only response he got and together the brother's got up. Scott ran off to go get Stiles some clothes while Barry brought his brother to the bathroom. Loitering by the door as his brother went inside, Barry bit his lip.

"You gonna be okay?" Barry asked.

The only response he got was a quick nod, probably not a good sign. Loitering a bit longer, Barry eventually left when Scott returned. While he was better at emotions then a lot of his other hero friends, there were some times that he didn't know what to do. Now was one of those times.

"How are we sure it's actually him?" someone hissed, probably Peter.

"I know Stiles," Melissa said, "That is him."

Barry leaned against the wall, watching the argument. He'd cut in when needed, but now was probably not the best time.

"We can't know. The Nogitsune is called a trickster spirit for a reason," Argent added.

"Then where's Lydia and Stiles' clone?" Barry said, stepping in once he noticed that both the other Stiles and Lydia were gone.

"Stiles wouldn't kidnap Lydia. The Nogitsune would," Derek agreed.

At that moment his phone chimed. Sighing softly Barry pulled it out and winced at the SOS from Cisco. Great, now was just the perfect time he had to go.

"I gotta go back to work. Threats to get fired. Call me if you need anything," Barry told them, backing up, before looking at the Sheriff, "If Stiles needs me just call. And remind him he's always welcome at Central."

There was a stiff nod from the Sheriff and Barry stepped out of the house and went a good distance away before flashing back to Central City. Zooming into the cortex, Barry skidded to a stop. Within a second Cisco was by his side, apologizing profusely.

"Dude it's fine, Stiles is somewhat okay now. I told them to call me if they needed help," Barry said, brushing off Cisco, "Where's Roy and his friend?"

"That's the thing, they need help," Cisco replied with a sigh, "Red Hood, who is completely badass by the way and won't give me his identity which is not cool, made a rash decision and they kinda sorta got kidnapped."

"I'll go help, give me their coordinates."

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

The memories were pressing against him, even as he drove them towards the trap for the Nogitsune. Less than twenty-four hours earlier he had seen the Oni kill Allison. On his orders. Well, not his orders but the Nogitsune. The thing with his face. The thing that he could see every action of. Not his thoughts, but what he was doing. What he was saying. To keep their plan safe he had them blindfold him and cover his ears. There was no way he wanted the Nogitsune to catch wind. He knew enough to piece together what was going to happen. But why were they trusting him? He killed countless people, Allison. He had done things no one should be redeemed from. The whole time he had seen it all, begged for the Nogitsune to stop. But he wouldn't.

"Stiles," Scott whispered from the passenger's seat, "We're here."

Reaching under the seat he grasped the end of the quarterstaff. Not even the hum and tingles filling his weak body made him feel better. Just seconds ago he killed Ally. Next might be Scott, Lydia… Derek. The mere thought made him shiver, forcing it aside. His body was practically shutting down right now, but he held on by sheer will.

"Let's kill this son of a bitch," Stiles growled, pulling out the staff and getting out of the car.

For once Derek showed concern and Stiles remembered that the Nogitsune wanted to kill him next. Clutching Derek's sleeve as the older male put a hand on his shoulder, Stiles stared at him with desperation. A soft squeeze was all he got but Stiles turned to Aiden and Ethan, who nodded in return. What he was asking needed no words and the two former alpha's had a grim look of determination.

"Be safe," Stiles told Derek.

One eyebrow rose in response, "I could say the same to you."

Recently a new addition had been added to his quarterstaff, silver. Deaton had Stiles manipulate the mountain ash wood, which took more out of him then he cared to admit, so that melted silver could be added. This way it could hurt more than just creatures that reacted to mountain ash. He had to admit that the quarterstaff looked cooler now. The silver embedded in the wood showed in cracks, looking like a lightning bolt struck it. After testing it a few times, which also drained some of his energy, Argent eventually admitted that it could kill an Oni. As long as he got a good hit in.

"Let's go," Scott pulled on Stiles' arm, even as the former alpha's stood still.

"He's coming," Stiles whispered, getting pulled away.

His attention was split between what was going on and what the Nogitsune was doing. It took him some time to realize that he was in a snowy clearing with Oni and the Nogitsune, wrapped like a mummy. But, that wasn't right, the Nogitsune was outside with the other three.

Then the fight started. Stiles spun and used his quarterstaff, fending off the Oni. Even while his attention was split between the fight with the former alphas and the fight here. Snow made it harder to fight, blinding his sight with white. The quarterstaff spun in his hands and he made new moves on the spot, using them to his advantage. Around him his friends fought as well.

It was only when Aiden got stabbed, saving Derek, that he snapped out of it. A scream was wrenched from his lips and without thinking he spun and grabbed the katana that an Oni dropped on the ground and held it in his hands. Before holding it to his stomach. Everyone froze around him. Then he noticed a desk nearby, and slowly lowered it. The school?

"You've lost the game," the nogitsune rasped, "You have no moves left."

Thinking quickly Stiles weighed the katana in his hands. It was worth it, for Allison. For Aiden. He had hurt too many people already. This was no time to be a coward. If it meant the end to all this, he would do it. For them.

"Yeah I do," Stiles replied, he just hoped he was right, "A divine move."

Then he tossed the katana to Kira and picked up the quarterstaff. Once again Lydia rushed to his side, helping hold him up. God he was so weak, all he was doing was holding them back. They knew now, it was fake. So they walked through the crowds, getting slashed at. But they held on. For Allison. For Aiden. They had to do it.

And they did. Watching himself die was hard, even if it wasn't him. He still felt it. The pain on his shoulder from where Scott bit the Nogitsune, the feeling of dying. Turning into dust from being a thousand years old. It was too much, he passed out. For a few seconds. A red hoodie was propped beneath his head. It felt weird, he felt like he had died. And a part of him had, maybe. They were connected. But he was still here, he was still alive. It felt wrong.

"Oh god Stiles, I thought you were dead," Lydia whispered.

While he might not be, but everyone else was. Was it wrong that, when they went outside, Stiles felt relieved that Aiden had died instead of Derek? Relief at knowing that Derek had survived superseded the grief that Lydia felt about losing Aiden. Maybe the Nogitsune had changed him more than he thought. And that scared him. Lydia cried in his chest but he felt nothing for Aiden's death. Instead of staring at the dead body he stared at Derek. Derek who didn't even notice the stare, too busy staring at the one that saved his life.

Almost a week later his Dad found him in his room, numbly taking down the board. What he said didn't fully register in Stiles' mind, instead he numbly stared at his father. Worry covered his entire face and Stiles quickly finished, leaving the house with the quarterstaff moments later. His feet followed the well known path to the old Hale house. That was where he trained. Creating new moves, new motions, and new tactics with the staff. It was where he stayed, ignoring lunch. He worked through it. Attacking the ground and trees, practicing the moves and honing his skills. This was never going to happen again, not one his watch. It wasn't difficult to change the mountain ash quarterstaff into different weapons. Due to it being made out of mountain ash he could manipulate it to do what he wanted.

Soon he was practicing with espantoon, after googling a few videos to learn the proper stance and some moves. It was different then a quarterstaff, awkward in his hands. This would take some time to learn, time he didn't have, but he wasn't going to stop practicing.

A branch breaking caught his attention and the weapon returned to a staff as Stiles went into motion, swinging the staff around in a high arc to bring it down on their head. Before it came down all the way a hand caught his wrist, closing tightly around it. Then using Stiles' momentum to bring him into their chest, holding him there tightly.

"That's no way to greet a friend," Derek said into his ear, causing a shiver to run down Stiles' spine.

"You shouldn't sneak up on me," Stiles replied softly, shifting slightly in Derek's grasp.

"I broke the branch on purpose."

A blush was bright on Stiles' face. Derek hadn't let go yet. Squirming slightly Stiles coughed. Like he was burnt Derek let go of Stiles and the teenager stepped away blushing slightly. Holding the quarterstaff loosely, Stiles looked over at Derek.

"Your dad said you had disappeared, didn't come in for lunch," Derek offered with a shrug, "Brought some food."

A fast food bag was lifted up to show. Nodding slightly Stiles walked over to the porch silently. Judging by the crunch in the leaves, Derek was following. The two sat in comfortable silence, Stiles picking at his food. In a couple of days the school year ended for summer, finals finished tomorrow. Even with all the homework he made up Stiles wasn't looking forward to his grades. "Everyone's worried," Derek told him, "You missed the funerals, you've been out here practicing every day since you were cleared to leave the hospital. And that was the first sentence you've said since you got back."

Avoiding the conversation seemed to be the best option here. Instead of answering Stiles put a fry in his mouth, curly fry obviously, and chewed. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the concern on Derek's face. Then he set the bag aside and stood up, gesturing with his head for Derek to come into the clearing with him. Without an argument Derek followed. Squaring up to the werewolf Stiles got into position, quarterstaff in hand.

"Stiles I'm not goin-," he was cut off from an attack by Stiles.

Dodging it on instinct, Derek looked over at Stiles. In response he rose an eyebrow and attacked again. For a while Derek just dodged before pressing back on Stiles. This time Stiles didn't hold back, spinning the quarterstaff and lunging, sweeping the quarterstaff under Derek's legs. The werewolf greeted him in turn, attacking full force, completely shifted. Locking in combat helped Stiles relieve some stress, but soon they ended with Stiles' foot on Derek's chest with the quarterstaff pointed at his neck.

"You done now?" Derek demanded, looking slightly embarrassed at being beaten but hiding it under frustration.

Stepping away Stiles nodded, returning to a more relaxed position. Rubbing his neck, Derek watched Stiles. With a soft sigh Stiles gestured for him to get on with it.

"You should head home," Derek told him, "At least let him know you're okay."

He's not okay though. Not that he'd admit it to anyone. It took him nearly passing out on the first day of practice to admit it to himself.

"Stiles."

The nod satisfied the wolf, who disappeared seconds later. Gathering up the rest of his stuff Stiles drove home.

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

The call from his Dad troubled him. It was only recently that he actually returned to calling his adoptive father Dad, but he also recently realized that as much as he loved his biological father the Sheriff was more of a Dad than he ever was. But that doesn't really matter. It seems that Stiles had started to deconstruct, becoming more and more recluse. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Barry remembered making the promise to let Stiles stay with him in Central. While he didn't regret it he did wonder how he was going to care for his teenage brother. Teenagers were difficult, not to mention traumatized teenagers. Joe wouldn't mind hosting Stiles again, he liked the kid and had agreed to Barry's offer of having Stiles stay there the summer, but who knew what trouble would follow. Having two Stilinski kids (even if one is only half due to the same mother) under one roof could only spell trouble.

"Hey Barry," Iris said, entering the room, "You look troubled."
"Stiles is staying here the summer," Barry looked up from the file he was reading, "Two of his friends died recently and Dad thinks that getting him out of Beacon Hills will help."

Sympathy filled Iris' face, "Is he okay?"
"Physically yes, mentally and emotionally not so much. He saw them both die."
The logistics on how he saw Aiden die was lost on Barry, a mental link?, but he knew Stiles had witnessed it.

"When is he coming?" Iris asked.

"After school tomorrow. Dad is sending him on the train and I'm supposed to meet him at the station," Barry ran a hand through his hair, "Might visit Ollie with him at some point."

"Sounds like fun. I gotta get back to work, see you later Barry."

"See ya."

Recently Cold had escaped prison (again) and at the most recent crime scene there had been another note, for the Flash of course. Most of the police officers had brushed it aside, it had been inside the wallet so they assumed it was a love note from an admirer of the Flash (the victim had been a female and was in a coma from getting shot by the cold gun) but Barry recognized the handwriting and paper. It was from Cold. He had swiped the note and added it to (personal) evidence. Recently the notes had become more and more common. He could fill up a scrapbook with the amount of them. All flirtatious and implying a big heist soon to catch the Flash's attention.

Soon Flash the most recent note said we will meet again. Bring your best, I don't want to be disappointed.

If Oliver saw these he would throw a big hissy fit, which was why he was never ever ever going to see these, and go into a huge lecture about villain etiquette. Like Barry didn't know about Cupid, or Nyssa, or any of the other villains that flirted with Olier. Honestly it was ridiculous how hypocritical Oliver could be at times.

"Allen!" Singh snapped at him, "Where's that evidence?"

"Snart's case is being processed, currently working on the recently found body case," Barry replied.

"And?"
"The girl has been identified as Sylvia Arelie Ness, seventeen years old, born January 9th. Father died of prostate cancer when she was six, mother deployed overseas to fight in the war. Lives with her aunt, recently deceased in a car crash two weeks ago. She died December 11, 2013. The night of the Particle Accelerator explosion. Declared missing a week later." Barry moved towards the evidence board, where all the photos of her body and the things found with her were taped up. "There's a stab wound where her heart is, a carving surrounding it. Currently the carving is going through databases in order to find the meaning of it. Looks incomplete, probably because of the explosion. Probably an occult ritual of some sort. There was a ritual knife found near her, covered in her blood. She didn't die there, was carried and buried. Probably trying to keep from being found. If it hadn't been for the rise in rain we probably wouldn't have. Hadn't been buried that deep either, which is how her body had been unearthed. A ritual bowl, stained with her blood. Probably trying to gather it for some sick reason. That's all I have so far. A lot of evidence has been wiped due to the rain."

"We'll find them Allen, good job."

After a clap to his shoulder, Singh disappeared out the door. Sighing softly Barry looked back at the pictures of the dead body. Her hair was to her chin, the ends curled slightly, matted with dirt. Eyes were closed, but sunken in due to how long she was dead. Almost two years ago. All color in her skin was gone, just a grey ashen color. Even the three beauty marks on her left cheek had lost some color. It was sick, what they had done to her.

Me: So, setting up for quite a few things actually. Also, there's a scene later in the video with Allison again. I have a few ideas about how I'm gonna do that scene. One is kinda mean and will require another metahuman or something else (like a poisonous gas). But if you guys (that actually read the author notes) have any ideas about how to do it give me some suggestions.

Stiles: She's mean.

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