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.

6. Chapter 6

Me: HI! If this comes out as planned it should be pretty close in time with the last one. I had nothing better to do so I decided to update.

Stiles: She lives a sad life.

Me: Shush you.

Disclaimer Here → If I owned this do you really think I would be on this site?

3rd Person POV

-December_11_2013_Night_of_the_Particle_Accelerator_Explosion-

It was cold, so cold. The cold stone slab beneath her didn't help matters. Brown hair, short with curled ends, surrounded her head like a halo. A shiver wracked through her, the tight hands on her wrists and ankles tightened even more so, keeping her from moving. Despite the hoods they were wearing she knew who they were, the 'good' kids in her neighborhood. If only their parents could see them now.

"Please, let me go," she begged them, twisting her body around.

The lace skirt of her white gothic dress brushed against her bare thighs. Long sleeves itched, scratching at her forearms and wrists. A soft whimper drew from her mouth as the leader of the group, blonde hair cascading down the front of her chest. In the leader's hand was a ritual knife, wings on the crossguard and the handle was a carving of a woman. The Goddess, they were going to sacrifice her to the Goddess. That was when the chanting started.

Exaudi nos, O dea, The carving started, beginning over her heart. Then it moved out to begin the first feather of the wing. It hurt, skin catching on the end of the sharp knife. Blood dribbled down her chest and was soaked into the white (slowly turning red) lace dress. Some of the blood was gathered into a ritual bowl, carved with wings and images of the Goddess. Continuing with the chant and the carving, the occult members lifted their heads to the sky.
Listen to humilis servi vestri,
Accipe sacrifícium nostrum,
Benedicat nos in bonitate tua
Nostra revertetur ad nos,
Lavabit in sanguine suo
Renova plenitudo vitae tuae in sempiternum
Dona nobis-

Light lit up the sky, causing the room to glow and stopping the members in their tracks Due to the shock of the sight the leader stabbed the knife down into her chest, piercing her heart. A scream escaped her lips, blood beginning to dribble out of the corner of her mouth. Cursing the Occult Leader pulled the knife out of her chest, before getting blasted backwards with a shock wave from the explosion. The shock wave seared into her body, changing her DNA even as her light blue eyes closed. Maybe it was just the trick of the light, but her iris and pupils became a bright white.

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

-Present-

This was unnecessary, but at the same time Stiles was thankful for it. Getting out of Beacon Hills, getting away from the memories. The nightmares were bad, the bags under his eyes had their own bags from lack of sleep. All the sleeping pills did was make it practically impossible for him to wake up, instead he had to suffer through all the deaths that happened and the ones the Nogitsune planned to do. In detail. He had lost track of the times he woke up thinking his entire pack was dead and their blood was (literally) on his hands. Then there came the panic attacks, they had gotten so bad he had thrown up a few times. They came with only enough warning for him to get out, but not long enough to prevent them from happening. What set him off varied. It went from the simplest things, a word or name, too seeing something (like a shadow).

"Central City Station," the man over the intercom announced.

Grabbing his bags, a duffle filled with everything he needed over the summer and a backpack that held some miscellaneous other items, Stiles walked into the station. To his utter surprise Barry was already there, someone probably made him come early. Rubbing a hand down his face Stiles came over, letting his brother pull him into a tight hug. Despite his best efforts he found himself relaxing into the hug, inhaling deeply.

"You ready?" Barry asked, "We're gonna stop at Big Belly Burger on our way."

"Do you even have a car?" his voice was hoarse, do to lack of use. While he had been talking more since Derek forced some sense into him it hadn't been a lot.

"Nope, but there is such a thing as cabs."

"What? You doing things like a civilian now?" the joke fell flat.

"Maybe I am."

A small smile, the first genuine one since he was saved from the Nogitsune, crossed his face. Just a small one, not a big one. The small ones were the most genuine, something he had learned in the short time he had been alive. Already the atmosphere of Central City, so much lighter and happier then Starling or Beacon Hills, was improving his mood. With his brother's arm around his shoulder, it seemed everything might just be okay.

The cab actually took a stop at Big Belly Burger for them before dropping them off in the city. Stiles didn't question why they just didn't have the cabbie drop them off at home, he didn't question why they stopped at the park to eat, and he didn't question the silence that wasn't broken. Instead he sat on the bench, Big Belly Burger in hand, staring at a small family that was having a picnic on the grass. They had gone to a small park and the two brothers were occupying one of the benches. Since it was a weekend there were quite a few people there, on the playground and just in the grassy area. A cool breeze held some kites in the sky.

"So, what do you want to do after we eat? Visit Caitlin and Cisco in Star Labs, go to the Precinct, go home?" Barry listed off a few options, "Or do you have anything you wanna do?"

Before Stiles could respond the air around them turned cold. His breath appeared in front of him and a shiver ran down his side. Everything froze, everyone looking at each other in confusion. The college aged girl in the family, her purple and black hair catching in the breeze showing a tattoo of wings on the back of her neck with what seemed to be a dagger going through it, stood up. Blue eyes scanned the place around them before freezing on someone in the crowd.

"Y-you can't…" the words tumbled out of her house.

Following her gaze Stiles caught sight of a teenage girl, around his age, wearing a gothic style white high-low dress. There was a tear on her chest, showing what looked to be partial wings carved in, a stab wound right where her heart was. The dress flowed around her in an invisible breeze. Eyes shone white, no iris or pupil to be seen.

"Can't what?" the girl hissed in response, stepping closer.

It seemed like she wasn't truly there, as she was almost translucent. A ghost maybe? Even Barry was in shock, but soon he snapped out of it and quickly went somewhere to get out without being seen. But Stiles knew he would be too slow.

"Sylvia please," the girl pleaded, "Don't do this…"

Suddenly there was a smoke like dog with flaming eyes. Razor sharp black teeth bared at the other girl even as the ghost, Sylvia?, came closer. The smokey dog stayed close, possibly under the control of Sylvia. Then, with a wave of her hand, the dog leapt towards the girl. Stiles reacted on instinct, grabbing the quarterstaff and lunging at the dog. It was too late, the dog landed on the girl and tore into her throat. Screams erupted around them and blood splattered on Stiles. At that same moment Barry flashed into the park. But it was too late, the hound had melted into nothingness. Leaving the dead girl behind.

"Flash," Stiles greeted monotonically.
"You okay?" Barry asked, looking around.

"Are we okay? Someone died and the person responsible got away."

"The person responsible is on a slab in a mortuary."

Sirens wailed in the distance and Barry sighed, squeezing his shoulder before disappearing. Seconds later Barry was back, returning from the bathroom just as the police peeled into the park. All of the police officers rushed around, bringing the witnesses (including Stiles) off to the side and taping off the crime scene. One of the officers, not Joe (he was on his way), called Barry over and handed him a kit to look into the evidence. Around that time Joe came in and immediately talked to Barry, too low for Stiles to hear and facing away so he couldn't read their lips, before coming over to Stiles.

"You okay?" Joe asked.

"Not really," Stiles admitted, "I was in shock and didn't react fast enough."

"Happens to the best of us."

"I should be used to this kind of stuff!" they were away from the other witnesses, who were getting talked to by other officers, "My friends and brother aren't exactly something you see every day!"

"Barry's gonna take you with him to Star Labs, you'll be safe there. We think she's a meta."

"I thought she was in a morgue."

"Stranger things have happened."

Joe clasped a hand on his shoulder before walking off as well. The girl's blood was still on him and he grabbed a cloth from one of the paramedics and scrubbed his face and hands. It was on his clothes as well but there wasn't a lot he could do for it. A paramedic was treating him for shock, he wasn't really but they wouldn't listen, while also waiting for Barry to come over and get him.

"You ready? We're heading to Star Labs, you can use one of the sweatshirts," Barry told him.

"Taking a cab?" Stiles asked.

"No, running. We need to get there soon."

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

Nothing made sense. According to the surveillance cameras in the mortuary Sylvia Ness had been in the morgue during the attack at the park. All the information on the girl that was attacked and the one that did the attacking was on the monitors. As far as he could tell the only connection was that they went to the same high school.

"What about the marking," Stiles said.

"Marking, what marking?" Barry asked.

"The carving, on her chest. What does it have to do with anything? It looked like an unfinished version of the tattoo on the back of the dead girl's neck."

Caitlin froze in the middle of her typing and looked sharply at Stiles. However Barry's mind was whirling with all this information. They had already figured out that the death of Ms. Ness had to do with some sort of botched up ritual. But learning that she could possibly be getting revenge on those that had killed her, it was insane.

"Caitlin, get in contact with Oracle or Felicity. We might need to learn more about the occult that killed Sylvia. Meanwhile, Stiles. Do you think you can draw what the mark looked like?" Barry turned to his brother.

"Um, maybe. Do you have-?" Before his brother finished the sentence Barry sped a pencil and some paper into his hands.

Without another word his brother began to work on the sketch. For a few minutes Barry entertained the idea of calling Oliver (he knows more about ghosts and such then Barry does) but then reminded himself that this 'ghost' is actually a meta-human. Somehow. Shaking off the thought Barry sat down next to Cisco and watched, re-watched, and re-re-watched the images of the park battle and the morgue.

"How is this possible?" Cisco demanded, "Does she have an evil twin?"

"No, look. Same freckles, same exact spot. The only difference is eye-color, but that could be from the meta-human abilities," Barry replied running a hand through his hair, "If only we knew what ritual the occult was doing."

Caitlin returned to the room with a soft sigh. She collapsed into the chair between himself and Stiles, who gave her a noncommittal hum. A second later he handed Caitlin the drawing. Barry looked over her shoulder and wrinkled his nose at the drawing. Spread wings with a dagger going sideways through them, cutting through the center of each separate wing. That was an interesting tattoo to get. Pulling up the picture of the carving on the metas chest, he found that it looked to be the beginning of the tattoo.

"We should send it to Felicity and Oracle, they might be able to find out about it," Barry mentioned, "I'll ask around at the precinct and run it through the Central City database to see if I can find anything."

"Doubting their abilities?" Cisco asked.

"No, just being thorough."

A snort from his brother informed him that he didn't agree. Sighing softly Barry chose to ignore him for the time being and 'helped' Cisco create an algorithm to notify them of any possible signs of Sylvia being around. It was around this time that Cisco chose her name, Ghost. Caitlin had immediately shut down the choice of Demon, reminding Cisco that she was dead and died in a horrific event. Ghost was nicer anyways and she seemed more like a vengeful ghost to Barry than a demon. Besides, he noticed the way Stiles had paled at the name Demon.

"We should get heading home. I'll leave my phone on in case," Barry told them, standing up and gesturing at Stiles.

"See ya," Stiles offered.

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

This was gonna be fun. Everything was falling into place and oh look Stiles, lover boy is here. Awe, he's begging. Eyes watering and everything. What should we do to him? Carve out his heart? Do werewolf hearts grow back? Maybe use those special skills of yours to trap him. Didn't you know Stiles? With your humanity I can manipulate the mountain ash. Isn't that just enjoyable? No, I can think of something better. Did you hear the story of Robin and the Joker? Yes. Well I'm going to tell you anyways.

Itty Bitty Robin, the second Robin of Batman, was brash and headstrong. His own mother sold him out to the Joker, his birth mother that is. And so the Joker beat the itty bitty Robin to death, with a crowbar. This crowbar in fact. However I've changed it a bit. Mountain ash, infused into the metal of the crowbar. Now let's see just how much this'll hurt.

Over and over again his hands swung, the Nogitsune taunting him in his head. Derek fell to the ground, blood flowing from multiple wounds. Bones crunched underneath his hands but yet he couldn't stop. Words spilled from Derek's mouth, forgiving him. Why was he forgiving him? He was killing him, bringing the crowbar down on his head over and over again. Skull crushing beneath his fingers. Then the dream changed.

Beautiful little Ally, standing in front of him in the same outfit she died in. Blood stained her lips, dribbling out of the corner of her mouth. The arrow was in her body. Her lips stretched into an insane smile, even as she came closer to him.

"One, two, Ally's coming for you. Three, four, Better lock your door. Five, six, grab a crucifix. Seven, eight, Gonna stay up late. Nine, ten, Never sleep again..." Allison sung, moving closer to him. He recognized the song from Nightmare on Elm's Street, "One, two, Ally's coming for you. Three, four, Better lock your door. Five, six, grab a crucifix. Seven, eight, Ya better stay awake. Nine, ten, She's back again."

Now Allison was in his face, deathly pale hand reaching out to his chest. He found he couldn't move, stuck frozen in place. The cold hand touched his chest. But she kept pushing, her hand breaking through the skin of his chest, then muscle and bones, until she wrapped her hand around his beating heart. Fingers wrapped around the important organ before yanking it out of his chest. Screams erupted from his lips and her head moved slowly, hollow brown eyes looking at his heart before turning to face him again. The smile grew bigger, showing her gums, even as she clenched his heart. It ruptured and the blood splattered on his face.

"Stiles!" Allison screamed at him, "Wake up Stiles!"

Stiles awoke screaming, clawing at the arms holding him still to their chest. Tears streamed down his face even as he numbly registered the voice speaking to him. While the words didn't register inside his head the calming tone and the rocking of his body did. Slowly his mind realized that he wasn't in Beacon Hills, he was in Central City with his brother. The brother that was probably holding onto him right now.

"Sorry," Stiles croaked, his voice sore from screaming.

"Don't be sorry, everyone gets nightmares," Barry replied, reaching over to grab a tissue and handing it to him.

Numbly Stiles wiped the snot from his nose (ew) and the tears from his cheeks. His hands shook slightly as he tossed the tissue into the trash, leaning against his brother more. Despite him being calmer Barry still hadn't released him from the hold. His chest also stung where his heart is, had he?

"You were clawing at your chest," Barry told him, noticing where he was touching, "I had to restrain you."

"Sorry," Stiles repeated.

"Stop apologizing."

Biting his tongue to refrain from apologizing (again), Stiles instead looked up through his sweaty hair (ew) to look at Barry. It was slightly annoying to see that his brother was wide awake and looking absolutely fine. Honestly he thought Barry would need /more/ sleep because of how much energy he burns in a day. It's ridiculous. Maybe he should ask Caitlin about that.

"You want to go get a glass of milk?" Barry asked, removing his arms from Stiles.

Almost immediately Stiles felt slightly cold without the warmth of Barry's arms around him. Brushing it off he nodded, slipping out of the bed. Once downstairs Stiles sat in the couch and lost himself in thought as Barry went into the kitchen to get them a glass of milk. Did he really deserve to be alive while Allison was dead? He killed her. He was a murderer. Why was anyone even talking to him?

"Stiles?"

"Allison's dead," Stiles whispered, hands shaking as he looked up at his brother.

His brother looked immensely serious as he shook his head, "It's not your fault."

"How can you say that?!" Stiles exploded, tears beginning to drip from his eyes, God he was just a weak human, "I killed them! I let the Nogitsune in, I let it in! And he killed them!"

"Stiles…"

"He used my body! My face! To kill them! I stabbed Scott with a sword! I tortured Lydia! I killed Allison, Aiden, and countless others! I killed… I killed."

Sobs broke the words in half, chest heaving with every breath. His hands shook and it was only because he managed to stop his rant that he hadn't fallen into a panic attack. Barry set the glass of milk down and walked over to his brother, resting a hand on his shoulder before hugging him tightly. Despite his better judgement Stiles melted into his arms, sobbing harshly. It took some time, a long time actually, until Stiles calmed down enough to pull away. And, like it had a cue, Barry's phone chimed with an alert about Ghost.

"I've gotta," Barry started to leave.

"Take me with you," Stiles himself was shocked to hear the words come out of his mouth, but now that they started he couldn't stop, "I can help! I know how to fight and I can do more than just a quarterstaff. Barry I'm part of a werewolf pack and I nearly beat Oliver I can…"

"Stiles…"

"Please Barry, I need… I need to do this."

There was also the minor thing about Cisco making him a costume. It wasn't exactly his fault he knew about (Cisco might have let it slip yesterday when Barry was busy with who knows what). And according to Cisco he had been making it since he found out that Stiles was getting trained by Oliver. Speaking of he should probably ask Oliver if he knows anything about espantoon's and how to use them, maybe even escrima sticks as well.

"Fine," Barry relented, "Knowing Cisco he already made you a costume."

Stiles was so not going to say anything.

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

Alright, his costume was pretty cool. He had to admit it. It didn't have the matching symbol of Barry, instead it had the mark of the Hale Pack on the front in gold. His costume was pure black, tight to him, with a gold mask to protect his identity, but had what looked to be cracks throughout it inlaid with gold. It was pretty cool if he said so himself. Add to all the special features it had to keep him safe (and the mountain ash in the suit that he could manipulate himself (courtesy of Oliver telling (ordering) Cisco to add some in) and able to withstand the extreme speeds of Barry without catching on fire. And there was a spot to put his quarterstaff.

"You all good there Spark?" Cisco gave him the name, he didn't like it that much.

"We are so talking about the name later," Stiles growled, ignoring Barry's question.

~Well, what would you suggest?~ Cisco snarked back ~You don't have any cool superpowers to name you off of~

"I can manipulate mountain ash and change my weapon into whatever I want. Does that work for you?" Stiles muttered, holding the quarterstaff in his hands as he stared at the back of Ghost.

It was obviously her, even if he couldn't see the front. The dress was the same lace pattern, the long end brushing the back of her calves. Bare feet trudged silently over the gravel, which would normally crunch if someone was actually touching it. She truly was like a ghost. Her wispy form was practically see through, dress moving in a silent breeze. It was cold near her.

"I've got her in my sights," Stiles told them.

~Don't attack yet Spark~ Caitlin said, ~We still don't know if we can even touch her~

The lights outside the house flickered and went off as she went closer. Stiles cursed silently and followed, watching her walk straight through the door. How was that possible?

"She's inside the house," Stiles said, "I'm going after her."

~Spark~ Cisco warned.

However Stiles ignored them, creeping through a semi-open window. Ghost was right in front of him, her eyes staring at him. She seemed to know he was there, despite the fact her eyes seemed sightless. A hand, ashen grey like the dead, reached out to him. Where her fingers touched his cheek felt cold, like being kissed by a corpse.

"You have not harmed me, you did not kill me," her voice sounded nothing like he expected, it sounded like music, "They have harmed me, they have killed me. I will return the same to them as they did to me."

"What did they do to you?" Stiles asked, even as her hand left his cheek.

"Unspeakable acts, they sacrificed me unto their Goddess. She is favorable to me."

"But to them?"

"She is angry. I will rain her fury down upon them."

~Spark what's going on?~ Barry asked over the comm, but Stiles ignored him.

"You don't have to do this," Stiles told her, "Killing people, it's not something you can come back from. You will live for eternity Sylvia," was it his imagination or did her eyes flash a sky blue for a second, "with that guilt weighing you down. They are suffering enough in the knowledge that they killed you."

"Then they must suffer more," with that her back turned on him and she went through the wall.

Cursing silently Stiles crept down the hall, opening door after door; bathroom, study, stairs (probably to the basement), empty room, game room, bedroom. In the bedroom Sylvia hovered over the couple sleeping there. On the male's neck was the same tattoo on the girl that died in the park. Swallowing Stiles watched as Sylvia's form solidified, the breeze blowing her dress disappearing.

"You will suffer for what you did to me Colin," Sylvia growled, her hand clutching his throat, "I will carve into your chest the mark of the Goddess, like your Leader did to me, while you watched with glee."

With the confirmation that she was now able to get hurt, even as Colin woke up screaming in pain. His wife startled awake and rolled off the bed, covering her mouth in shock at the sight of Sylvia. That spurred him into motion, rushing in he went to the wife's side.

"Go, I'll take care of her," Stiles ordered, "Flash I could use some help."

~I'm coming in~

Somehow Sylvia was ignoring them, instead using a ritualistic knife, the same knife that killed her?, to carve into his chest. The tip was buried into him, screams bursting through his lips. Without waiting for Barry Stiles swung the quarterstaff at her. A hellhound leapt into the way. Around that time Barry flashed into the room, stopping for a second before heading over to Sylvia. Instead of getting to her though a Cerebus burst into being, the three heads being enough to actually distract him.

Being in fight with a hellhound was definitely a new one for Stiles. For one they didn't really play fetch (he already tried with a random ball he found in the bedroom) and for another it was definitely more vicious than his friends. Oh, and it didn't help that the thing was basically made out of smoke. While he did get lots of hits in with the quarterstaff, it being made out of mountain ash probably helped with that, any kicks went right through.

Spinning the quarterstaff Stiles went to hit the hellhound when it disappeared. Rolling back to his feet Stiles looked around, catching sight of Barry barely managing to stop before hitting the wall. On the bed, dead, was Colin something. Stiles doesn't know his last name. Taking a deep breath, trying to get air back, Stiles glanced over at his brother.

"She's going after the ones that killed her," Stiles informed him, "Those that harmed her. She is going to 'rain the Goddess' fury on them'"

"How do you know this?" Barry asked.

"She told me," there was a brief moment when he thought he could still feel her hand on his cheek.

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

Back in civilian clothes Barry listened to Stiles argue with Cisco about his superhero name. Honestly Barry couldn't see the issue, there were worst names to get. Like Rainbow Raider for example. Maybe he should call someone else for help in giving Stiles a name.

"How about Nightbolt?" Caitlin suggested, looking like she regretted opening her mouth the second Stiles and Cisco looked at her, "I mean, his suit kinda looks like a lightning bolt in the night sky and he's the Flash's partner and the Flash's symbol is a lightning bolt…"

"It's certainly better than Spark," Stiles agreed.

"Hey!"

Before a fight could happen Barry stepped between them silently.

"So what did you guys find out?" Barry asked.

Immediately Cisco returned to his spot at the computer, muttering under his breath about Nightbolt, and pulled up a few things on the computer. Including an email from Oracle about the tattoo and symbol found on the dead body and Ghost. It was a fairly long email but Barry quickly found the important parts.

"The occult was a fairly big one in Central City, but disbanded a week after the particle accelerator explosion. They worshipped the Goddess, just the Goddess. She doesn't have another name. Basically she's this all powerful being and gave them all sorts of gifts, like beauty and wisdom and such, as long as they gave her a sacrifice on her birthday," Caitlin said.

"Let me guess, the night of the accelerator explosion," Stiles added bitterly.

"Uh, yeah. Anyways this ritual, it's pretty gruesome," Cisco picked up where Caitlin left off, "Always ending with someone dying, usually the sacrifice. It was always a girl, someone not in the occult, and she had to be pure. But their definition of pure isn't the same as what you might think. She didn't have to be a virgin, she just couldn't have any disorders or disease. Had to be at least a week after her time of month ended."

"Is it really that hard to say period Cisco? Or menstrual cycle," Caitlin snapped at him, but Cisco continued without paying her any attention.

"She had to be fertile at the time of the sacrifice, with the higher chance of getting pregnant. But she can't be pregnant. Anyways they dressed her in a white dress, the style and such didn't really matter as long as it was white. There's this stone slab that she was laid on, held down by four members of the occult, that has symbols on it. During the ritual she has to be awake, or else it doesn't work. They carve the symbol of the goddess on her chest, over her heart, and gather up the blood in a special bowl. All the while chanting in Latin. It roughly translates to 'Hear us oh Goddess, listen to your humble servants, receive our pure sacrifice, bless us with your goodness, return to us our pour, bathe in her blood, renew your ever fulfilling life, grant us our youth, live your will through us.' Once the symbol and chanting is finished they," Cisco coughed slightly, "They um do some unspeakable things to her before ending her life with a slice to the throat. Once the blood is gathered up in the bowl they bring it to the statue of the Goddess and dump it over her. Then they thank her, each member kissing her feet, then the ritual is over."

Stomach turning Barry felt sorry for Ghost. Sure the ritual hadn't been completed with her, if the stab wound to the heart was any indication. But she had obviously known what had been going on, what was going to happen to her. Especially if she was getting revenge on everyone that had harmed her. Which would mean…

"According to Oracle," Caitlin started, "They never had more than eleven members."

"We know of two deaths right now," Cisco continued, "Maybe if we can check the autopsies of the bodies in the morgue and hospitals and find anyone with the tattoo."

"It's summer, so all the college kids are back home. It'll make it easier."

"I've gotta get back to work," Barry sighed checking the time, "Call me if you find anything. Stiles?"

"Coming."

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

The Pack knew what they were doing probably wasn't the best idea, but getting separated from Stiles was hard for them all. It didn't help that Ethan and Isaac had left, Isaac joining Argent in France (and by default Jackson). Who knew where Ethan went. However Derek found himself, and the pack as well, missing Stiles company. It did help that Derek had an old college friend that lived in Central City and offered to host him at her house. Kira, Lydia, and Scott rented a house for the summer, thanks to Lydia, and were choosing to live there. However Derek had agreed to take her up on the offer, there was no way he was living with three hormonal teenagers in a house. Not again.

"Hey Caitlin," Derek greeted, sending his friend a charming smile.

"Nuh uh, no flirting," Caitlin replied, brushing some of her brown hair out of her face, "I get enough of that from Cisco."

"The geeky nerd friend with the long hair?"

"He tried to name a new meta human Demon and a newer hero Spark," Caitlin sighed as she led him to the car, "I vetoed it."

"Demon?"

Tossing his bags into the back seat, Derek got in the passenger seat next to Caitlin. The car turned over and Derek heard the low hum of the engine that would go unnoticed to a normal human. And by normal human that meant people like Caitlin, Stiles was by no means normal. Speaking of Stiles Derek could smell him on Caitlin, which meant that the human of the pack knew Caitlin. This was going to be interesting and Stiles was definitely going to be pissed (maybe) that the pack had followed him.

"So, I hear you're back in Beacon Hills," Caitlin broached, "Barry's brother lives there."

"Stiles?" Derek cut straight to the point, "He's a friend, I guess, of mine. It's been a hard year for everyone."

"You know him?"

"He framed me for my sister's murder Caitlin, yeah I know him."

"Sorry…"

The guilt wafting off of her made Derek feel bad. Sighing Derek turned to face her.

"We're pretty good friends now. I don't think he fully trusts me but he doesn't really trust anyone," Derek told her, "It's a defense mechanism. Scott, his best friend, trusts everyone."

"Opposites attract," Caitlin reminded him, "Just look at a magnet."

Snorting slightly, Derek shook his head. That was such a Caitlin thing to say. This was why he missed her, not so much the constant nagging about doing his work (not that he didn't do it). It was more the enjoyable company and how he didn't have to force himself into talking to her. Almost like with Stiles, though Stiles talked so much that Derek didn't feel the need to jump in often.

"Really Caitlin?" Derek said.

"Shut up."

They pulled up to her apartment and Derek grabbed his bags. Once inside Caitlin started telling him where everything was and where he could stay (she did have a guest bedroom). The evening was cleared for them just to catch up so they watched sappy chick-flicks and Derek did not tear up, nope, not at all, not once. Chinese take out boxes in their hands as they ate.

"Do you mind me asking you a personal question?" Caitlin asked, shifting on the couch.

"Depends on how personal," Derek replied, raising an eyebrow.
"If you could… change something in the past. Would you?"

"What's this about?"
"Well, I recently… discovered that the Flash. He um, if he can go fast enough he can go into the past and change everything without us knowing. I just… if you could do that… wouldn't you save your family?"

The immediate thought that came to mind was yes, he would tell his younger self not to trust Kate. To stay away from hunters. Get his family out of Beacon Hills, or at least warn them about what Kate was planning to do. Have someone that can break mountain ash lines in there, in order to be able to get them out. There was so much he just wanted to do, to change in his past. But did he really want too? If he prevented that from happening Scott wouldn't have gotten bit, he would never have met Stiles, or learnt about Malia, Malia would actually still be a coyote right now. He wouldn't have met Caitlin, or met Isaac and his other beta's.

"I don't know…" Derek replied, "I wouldn't have gone to New York if I had. Then I wouldn't have met you, or the rest of the pack."

"Barry probably wouldn't have ever met Stiles if he saved his Mom. His Dad didn't really think too kindly about the Stiles' Dad," Caitlin stabbed a piece of her chicken, "When he got cleared of all charges and found out that Barry was in contact with them, it didn't really go over too well. Tried to say that the Sheriff was trying to replace him as a father. Barry still loves him, I mean it is his blood father, but I don't think he sees him in the same light anymore."

"Sometimes your heroes aren't as they seem, can't stay on the pedestal you've created for them."

"One mistake, one time they act human, and their image collapses like a card house."

Derek refrained from commenting, instead eating some of the Chinese. He knew this all too well. Not only had he created a pedestal for Kate all those years ago, but he had done the same to his mother. Now, from some of the things he had learned, she wasn't the woman he thought she was. While he still loved and respected her, he admitted that she was also human (at least partially).

"Does Stiles seem different to you?" Derek couldn't help but asking, looking over at Caitlin.
"You of all people can understand how grief can change a person," Caitlin responded, looking over at him, "His friends have died."

Glancing up at his friend, Derek conceded the point silently in his head. While it wasn't exactly an answer, more like an avoidance, it did answer it partially. He certainly wasn't the same person he had been before all the deaths, before his family, his betas, Allison, Aiden. If Stiles or someone else in the pack, died he doesn't know what would happen.

Something vibrated and Caitlin picked up her phone. Eyes widening she rushed into the other room, calling someone.

"Barry! There's only one left alive. The others have all died from various things, car crashes, overdoses, gang violence. This is her address. Take Stiles with you, he seems to be the only one that Ghost doesn't want to kill."

What the f- is going on in Central City?

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

The suit was comfortable, and warm. Which was good because this house was freaking cold. The plan was for Barry to stay outside and let Stiles try to talk some sense into Sylvia, or Ghost as they kept insisting to call her. It was better than Demon but she was still a human being. A dead one maybe but human.

"Why are you following me?" the melodic voice of Sylvia came from behind him.

"You can't keep killing people Sylvia," Stiles said, turning around. This time he was sure he had seen the blue flash of normal eyes, "You're no better than them if you do this."

"They were going to rape me," Sylvia said, her white eyes glowing with anger, "They carved into me, they held me down. They killed me. I am better then them. I will not rape them. I will kill them."

"How about we don't do any of that?" Stiles started when she moved closer, nose touching his. Now he understood the phrase Jack Frost nipping at your nose. It certainly felt like it, "Okaaay."

"I don't want to hurt you Stiles, I like you. Don't make me hurt you."

"I can't let you keep killing these people Sylvia," there it was again, a flash of blue. But it was gone just as soon as it came.

The quarterstaff slipped into Stiles hand, even as Sylvia cocked her head to the side. Was she listening to some speaking? White eyes locked onto his, a cold hand touching his cheek gently. Before she floated away, the white of her lace dress disappearing around the corner. Without any idea of what else to do Stiles raced after her.

"Sylvia please! You can't do this!"

~Should I grab them?~

"Leave Sylvia to me. There's still some humanity left inside her, I can sense it," Stiles told him.

~I hope you know what you're doing Nightbolt~

"So do I," Stiles muttered.

Skidding around the corner Stiles felt the wind of his brother's speed brush past him. At least Catherine, the woman this house belonged to, was out of there. Now all that was left was Sylvia. Inside the bedroom Sylvia floated, right above the bed. No one was in it but yet she stayed.

"I'm listening," Sylvia said, white eyes staring into his soul.

"Wow, okay. Umm, I know what they did was horrible and they deserve punishment. But if you keep doing this, killing people, you are going to sink to their level. Believe me I know," he desperately hoped that no one was listening over on the comm, "I have killed people Sylvia. Innocent people. They may not be innocent, god knows how many people they've killed before. But Sylvia you were gifted these abilities, living beyond your body, to do something better. Bring them to justice, don't take it into your own hands. Maybe you could even help us bring down this occult, keep them from doing it again. Just don't keep killing."

"All ghosts have an obsession, mine is to bring those that harm to justice," Sylvia had her eyes narrowed at Stiles, "No matter where they are. This dimension or another, this plane or another. I will bring them to justice."

"Justice isn't killing them! Justice is bringing them to the rightful authorities."

"I am the authority."

Was he losing her? Stiles really couldn't tell. But there seemed to be another color in her eyes then just the plain white. He desperately hoped that it was a good sign. If it wasn't he was fairly certain he was about to die. He really didn't want to die.

"You really aren't Sylvia. Maybe for the dead you are, but they're still alive. Let them live out their lives, in jail."

"They won't be alive for long." There was some blue and black in her eyes, this meant he was going on the right track.

"No, they won't. Eventually they will die, everyone dies eventually. But you can't play God just to get your justice on them quicker! You have eternity Sylvia! You have an eternity to live, what's a few years? Take your revenge when they come to you naturally."

Sky blue eyes stared right at him and Stiles knew he had gotten through to her. But before he could fully relax her eyes gleamed white and she solidified. Nails transformed into demon like claws and Stiles yelped as she lunged at him. What looked to be a dark aura surrounded her and Stiles swung the quarterstaff at her. It connected to her side and she howled in pain and swiped at Stiles. Dodging quickly Stiles did a move he saw Nightwing do on the news once, doing a backhandspring and kicking her in the jaw. Her neck snapped back and for a second Stiles was scared that he had broken in her neck. That fear was quickly put to rest when her head snapped back forward, the fury on her face spreading the dark aura around her.

"Uh, I think we might need an exorcism," Stiles said into the comm.

~Why?~ Barry asked warily.

"Can I have some backup too?" Stiles barely dodged her next swipe, watching as the dark aura around her started taking the form of wings.

A split second later Barry was by his side, helping Stiles to his feet as the quarterstaff followed his command and returned to his hand. Spinning it in his hand Stiles stared at Sylvia as the wings finished forming, a soft curse spilling from his lips. Understanding dawned on his brother next to him.

"The Goddess…" Barry gasped.

"How do we unpossess a ghost?" Stiles demanded.

~I'll get back to you~ Cisco replied.

"Please hurry…"

"Stupid mortals," that was not Sylvia's voice, this was hoarse and grating on the ears, "You may have convinced Sylvia to wait, the idiotic girl, but I am not patient. They denied me the proper sacrifice all those years ago, I will kill them for their incompetence. Starting with you Nightbolt."

"Already died once," he ignored the angry 'what?' from his brother, "Don't fancy doing it again."

"We are so talking about this later," Barry growled.

Two hellhounds formed by the side of the Goddess, her eyes glowing brightly. Barry suddenly flashed away to battle one of them while Stiles remembered that only the quarterstaff worked on the hellhounds. Cursing his brother silently for charging in headstrong Stiles used the mountain ash in his suit to create another staff. Spinning the two in his hands Stiles waited for the second hellhound to come to him.

~I can't hit the dog!~ Barry exclaimed over the comm.

"It's supernatural, you need mountain ash!" Stiles responded, spinning and knocking the hound out of his way with the staff Oliver gave him.

~How am I supposed to get that?~

"Maybe from your amazing little brother who can control it?"

Without even looking Stiles tossed the staff he made seconds before in Barry's direction. It was gone a second later and Stiles fully focused on the hound intent on killing him. While he didn't want to kill it he was starting to wonder if it was the only way. The smoke like dog growled deep in it's throat and leapt at him. Stiles got tackled, seemed like the dog could become solid if it wanted, and he tried to roll to the side. Saliva dripped from the dog's mouth, falling onto his face. Each drip burnt like he was in the depths of hell. Taking a shaky breath Stiles willed the quarterstaff to get a sharp end, before he stabbed it into the dog's side. The yelp physically pained him, even as he watched the silver blood pour out of its side and coat his suit and hand. The Goddess howled angrily, the dog dissolving on top of him. Tears clouded his eyes, even as he threw the pointed staff at the other dog. It hit its side, killing the other as well.

~Stiles!~

Ignoring the shocked tone of his brother, both staffs returning to him, Stiles turned to face the Goddess. While anger seemed the most prominent emotion, Stiles could see the underlying respect. He didn't want the respect from the Goddess. The staff he made returned to its mountain ash form and imbued itself into his suit once again.

"Stiles Stilinski, you surprise me," the Goddess said, staring at him, "I see you are willing to do what is necessary."

"I will kill you to protect the people of this earth," Stiles growled, ignoring the look his brother gave him, "Either let Sylvia go and never return to earth or I will destroy you."

"What can you do to me you little pest? I am a Goddess!"

"Stiles…"

Taking a shaky breath Stiles reached into his pocket, summoning the mountain ash into his hand. Belief. That's all he needed. Tossing the mountain ash into the air it surrounded the Goddess in a circle. She laughed, a mocking horrible laugh that sounded like nails on a chalkboard, eyes narrowing on him.

"That's the best you can do?" the Goddess asked.

Even Barry was confused, staring at him. But Stiles clutched his hand tightly, believing with all his might. Sylvia had to be in there somewhere. It had to be working. The dark aura around the body of Sylvia Ness started to flicker, the white eyes switched between blue and white. Horror filled the Goddess' face and she stared at Stiles.

"What are you doing?" Goddess demanded.

"Bringing Sylvia back," Stiles growled.

"You can't bring a dead person back to life!"

"I'm not. Just giving her back control."

A bright light surrounded the body of Sylvia. When it was gone the blue eyes of Sylvia Ness stared at them, the Ghost of Central City. She was in her translucent form but gratefulness covered her features. Stiles broke out in a wide smile.

"It worked!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Did you kill the Goddess?" Barry demanded.

"No," Sylvia cut in, "He banished her to her own realm. Thank you."

If the relief that covered Barry's face was any indication, he thought Stiles had actually killed the Goddess. Um no. That's about as easy as killing, I don't know, Superman. Actually, no. That's pretty easy. He doesn't have a good analogy. But let's just leave it at extremely difficult.

~Flash, Nightbolt. What happened? We lost contact!~ Caitlin called over the comm.

"It's all good. Just had a bit of an issue with an angry entity," Stiles replied, staring at Sylvia.

"We'll be back in a second," Barry promised.

~You better~

Stiles fully faced Sylvia. The poor girl looked horrified, staring down at her hands. With a soft sigh Stiles looked over at Barry, who gave him a slight nod before leaving the room.

"I killed, all those people," Sylvia whispered, "I mean, they killed me. But I still killed them."

Pulling the comm out of his ear, Stiles slipped it into his pocket. This was a conversation that he didn't need prying ears for.

"Take it from me. It wasn't your fault. They used you, yes, but you didn't do those actions," Stiles told him.

"I let her in. I was angry. She asked for me, to use me and my abilities, in order to help me get revenge on them. I said yes."

"It's not that different here. I was possessed, just two weeks ago. A little less than that. I killed my friends boyfriend, my best gal friend, and countless others. And I let him in. He was going to kill one of my friends, Malia. I couldn't let that happen so I let him in. He didn't kill her, but he killed almost my whole town."

Stiles was reminded at this moment that Sylvia was forever a teenager. Just seventeen years old. Cold arms encircled him, hugging him tightly. A second later she pulled away, smiling brightly. There was a murmured thank you before she slowly faded away.

"I'll take care of the Goddess, keep her in her cage," was the last thing he heard.

Returning the comm into his ear, Stiles met his brother outside the house. No words were exchanged, Barry grabbing the back of his suit before speeding them away.

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

Stiles wasn't sure if he was grounded or what. But his pack was there, waiting at the West house for him. For some reason Barry thought that some time with Oliver would do him some good, having already called up the archer. Now Stiles was seriously considering bringing the pack and begging Roy to be there (the dude was currently under the radar as he was supposedly dead and hanging out with another dead dude) exercising shirtless. Just to see the packs face. He would need Felicity to take a picture of course but this plan would be one of the better ones.

"You're going to Star? You just came to Central a little under a week ago," Scott noted.

"Well, I promised my trainer," there was no way he was telling them that Oliver was the Arrow, "That next time I came to Central I'd come visit Star to spar."

"Star is six hundred miles away!" Kira exclaimed, waving her hands, "How are you planning to get there so fast."

"Uh, train. It'll only take around an hour or so."

"We came to Central to be able to be with you Stiles," Scott said, "And now you're going to Star!"

"You know you guys can come. Ollie won't care, I think Felicity already told him to be prepared for that."

And if she hadn't Stiles can text him on the way. It's not like they wouldn't follow him on the next train anyways. If they didn't it was going to be a pretty big shock.

"Really?"

"Yes really Scott. Now go pack up some stuff, I'm leaving in five."

Everyone rushed around and Stiles shook his head. Sometimes he wondered about them.

An hour and fifteen minutes later they were in Star City, getting driven to the Queen household by Diggle. Already Stiles had texted Roy, who agreed unsurprisingly and was already at the Queen's, and Oliver, who already knew about the Pack tagging along. Stiles was also expecting a sneak attack, from both Oliver and Roy, and had warned the Pack not to attack if that did happen. They agreed, albeit reluctantly, and Stiles climbed out of the car and gave Diggle a strange look.
"They're planning something aren't they," no reply, "Thanks."

Pulling out the quarterstaff, ignoring the glares given by the two werewolves, Stiles crept inside and opened the door. Jumping out of the way when an arrow came at him.

"Do I have to remind you what happened the last time you shot me?!" Stiles shouted into the room.

As expected there was no reply and Stiles cursed softly, looking around the small entrance area. There, a vent. He scaled the wall, ignoring the weird looks from the pack, before opening the vent. Waiting for a few minutes for anything to get set off, Stiles deemed it safe. But first he waved the staff in a few times, checking for a motion sensor. It was a good thing he did too as a smoke bomb went off inside the vent. Cursing Oliver silently Stiles grabbed a bandana out of his pocket and covered his mouth before climbing into the vent. Before he turned any corner he waved his staff in there. However there were no more traps. He pulled one of the grates into the vent, listening for any sound. Nothing.

Dropping down behind the couch Stiles checked the area around him, using his senses. Someone was behind him. He whirled around and got his strike blocked by a staff.

"Hey Thea," Stiles greeted, twirling around and swinging for her leg.

"Long time no see," Thea returned, blocking that attack as well.

They traded blows, neither managing to hit the other. Eventually Stiles managed to hook the staff behind her legs and knock her to the ground. Thea fell with an oof and Stiles put the staff to her neck. She blew a piece of hair out of her face.

"I yield," Thea sighed.

"Gonna tell me where Ollie is?" Stiles asked.

"No."

"Worth a shot."

Stiles left Thea there, rolling his eyes when she sprawled herself out on the couch with a magazine. Creeping around some more Stiles eventually came across Roy, with his back too him. There were a few things he could do in this situation, but he chose to just leave Roy alone. The dude was shirtless and currently practicing with his knives. Stiles sooo did not want to fight him right now. Besides, he had been hanging out with one of Batman's kids. It would be best to gauge his moves first before actually fighting.

Moving on Stiles eventually found Oliver, well more accurately Oliver found him. An arrow whistled by his ear and Stiles immediately turned in that direction, raising his quarterstaff in defense. Unluckily for him Oliver was in the rafters, away from where Stiles could actually fight him from. So far he hadn't practiced with any long range weapons, all short range. Oliver was so going to get on him for that later.

"Barry's gonna be pissed when he finds out you were shooting at me again," Stiles called to him, watching Oliver as best as he could.

"Unless I actually hit you he won't care, much," Oliver replied, dropping down besides him.

"Can I yield now or do I actually have to fight you?"

The response he got was a swing from Oliver's bow. Ducking Stiles sighed and jabbed with the quarterstaff. It was easily blocked. The two traded blows, Roy coming in at one point just to watch. Stiles spun around and tried to hit Oliver in the side, but that was also easily blocked. Spinning the quarterstaff Stiles jabbed and swiped, getting blocked at every turn. Feinting to the left Stiles swiped to the right, grazing Oliver when he dodged. Slightly off balance now, Oliver managed to swipe Stiles legs out from under him and put his foot on his neck.

"You win," Stiles grumbled, pushing Oliver's leg off his neck.

"You were close. If you kept your balance you wouldn't have lost," Oliver told him, helping him to his feet.

"What the hell was that?!" Scott exclaimed, looking between Oliver and Stiles.

"Sparring," Stiles suggested with a shrug, before grinning at Roy and giving him a hug.
"Is that Jackson?" Lydia asked.

"No, it's his clone. But cooler," Stiles replied.

That got him hit. But it was so worth it. Thankfully Thea had come to his rescue with a picture of their faces, that he was soooo sending Isaac and Jackson. Jackson to see his reaction at him hugging his clone and Isaac just cause. It would be worth it.

Me: Almost ten thousand words… wow. Okay umm, plot is slowly moving forward. And I am referencing other DC superheroes but I don't think I will actually bring them in. And if I did it would only really be Red Hood (aka Jason Todd) because him and Roy hang out a lot in the comics.

Stiles: Yeah, she is kinda obsessed with Jason right now.

Translation of Latin Words: Hear us oh Goddess, Listen to your humble servants, Receive our pure sacrifice, Bless us with your goodness, Return to us our power, Bathe in her blood, Renew your ever fulfilling life, Grant us…

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