John had left the room to breathe, it was all too much for him his son finely has returned to him but he has no memory of who he is. Derek felt for the man as he moved to sit on the bed where Stiles was now warped up in a red hoodie and he seemed happy snuggling down in the fabric. "I know you don't remember us, but know we care about you." He said as the teen pretended to not to listen to him as he happily warped him arms around himself. Derek sighed and looked down into his lap "I know I should have told you this but I care for you more than I should do and I had ran away from those feelings." He looked back at Stiles who was now looking at him "I wished I hadn't." He whispered looking into the amber golden amber orbs who looked back at him.

Stiles got to his knees and tilted his head to him before he reached out and placed his hand on the wolf's chest right above his heart and smiled softly at him and then moved a little closer to him and rested his head on Derek's shoulders. The wolf froze for a moment before he warped his arms around Stiles and kissed the top of his head and Stiles made a happy purring noises against Derek's neck and Derek closed his eyes as he held him "I really do care for you Stiles and I hope you do understand. I won't leave you again I promises." He whispered as Stiles held hugged him like he did his father.

It took a couple of days before the hospital release Stiles and while John was thrilled to have him home Stiles still didn't know who he was letting know who John and Derek were all the teen knew was his name was Stiles and both the wolf and the older man loved him. Derek and John took him back home where the sheriff offered Derek the spare room. It hadn't been used in years but with a bit of airing and dusty Derek will be comfortable. They watched Stiles as he entered his bed room and looked at the pictures thes on the wall to the books spread out across his desk "Sorry if it looks a little messy, I don't know where half of this stuff belonged…" He stopped and looked up at Stiles who had picked something up off the floor and looked at it and ran his fingers over the comic book before he walked over to the book shelf and placed it on top of a small pile of other comics. John felt his chest tighten as he watched his son place other items away before the boy turned to look at him with a shy smile "A….Are …do you remember?" He whispered, the kept the same shy smile before he walked over to John and hugged him.

He didn't want too many people finding out Stiles was back at least until he understood what happen to him. Derek kept a watchful over the teen and it seem Stiles enjoyed having Derek around it made him purr and almost chirp at the wolf. John would be worried but he didn't care too much as long as Stiles smiled. The nightmare didn't help if Stiles slept on his own he would wake up screaming and he would either had to sleep in Derek's room on with John and a couple of times Stiles would dragged Derek into John's room and into the bed so he could be comforted by the two people lying next to him.

The Sheriff and the wolf looked at each other with embarrassed look as the teen curled up like baby and went back to sleep "We will not speak of this." John mumbled tiredly as he laid back down

"Agreed." Derek sighed as he laid down onto his back and closed his eyes …this could not get any weirder…he thought as he drifted back off to sleep. Knowing by morning Stiles would be curled up against him and he would be spooning the Sheriff's son in the sheriff's bed…yep it can…

Deaton turned up a week later to check Stiles over, the teen sat in the living room reading a book John was glad that Stiles at least could read they haven't tried written yet but they don't think that would be an issues. "Has he spoken a word?" Deaton asked John as the sheriff handed him a coffee, the vet took the hot cup with a smile and then looked back at Stiles

"Only when he screams in his sleep." John tells him as he sips his coffee "He had nightmare worse than before." John muttered, Deaton nodded remembering the sheriff telling him about Stiles nightmares from when he was child but they seem to have stopped that is until Scott become a werewolf and there was a whole load of new nightmares. "It seems his memory is coming back…slowly." He adds, while rubbing his eyes

"I'm still running tests on what the blood and the liquid that Mellissa got for me." Alan said, as he sipped his tea "I would like to exam Stiles more to check him and run some more tests." John nodded and rubbed is head

"I want to see where Derek found him, but I rather not leave Stiles on his own."

"I would like to go to." Deaton said as he looked at Stiles who made a noise as he looked up at the wolf who walked into the room and handed him another book.

"Parrish." John said "We just have to make sure that Stiles is comfortable around him."

Later on….

A couple of things happen when Jorden turned up one he wasn't alone and two the hell hound was knocked down onto his back and had a hissing dark fox on top of him. Everyone froze as they looked down at Stiles and Jorden. The hell hound eyes flashed up at Stiles as the fox growled down at him "Parrish!" John warned

"Don't worry I'm not going to hurt him." He said as his held his hands up to the teen and titled his head letting Stiles sniff his skin before growled softly before standing back up and going over to John and cuddling into his side

"Can I ask what was that for?" Parrish asked as Derek helped him stand up. Lydia stood there watching Stiles with tears filling her eyes as she moved closer to her friend

"He's checking you out." Derek said

"Ah." Parrish said as he looked at Stiles who was looking at Lydia who was talking softly to him "It's a little unsettling seeing him like this. But I am glad he is home." He watched as Stiles hugged Lydia and sniffed her neck before smiling at her

"We just need you to watch him for a while." Derek said as he grabbed his jacket

"Sure we can do it."