AN: Hey babycakes! How are you all doing? I hope you had a beast of a Halloween, I did. I was a slutty bloody cop (it was supposed to be a slutty zombie cop because it's impossible to find non-slutty costumes and I wanted to be a tad less slutty) so I paired it up with torn leggings, a leather jacket and cute rocker heels. I looked banging. (I will be dying and still dressing up for Halloween). How bout ya'll? Any good stories? Entertain me. ;) Next year, I'm going all out.

Maddelynn: My God, I wanna live in your head. Would you make it cozy for me? I feel like everyone thinks who he's with is someone we've been introduced to, I mean, aren't we sick of all the OCs anyhow? ;) Derek's a little too obvious with his feelings towards Stiles, although, I'll admit I'm shocked he confessed it. Our little Derek is growing up. Now to answer your questions…continue reading :P

Anon: Is there a straight Danny? I need to find this. Also, awww I'm good at this? That's so nice of you. Thank you so much.

You guys had such better ideas than me, I'm pouting. I thought about changing it but I feared I wouldn't be able to write them good enough and then I'd have to figure out a whole different way to do things that I've planned out for you (and my minds already playing them out) and by you I mean the next two chapters.

Previously:

He inhales deeply and licks his lips before his knuckles rap against the door lightly a few times. He pulls away and tucks his hand into his pockets. The door opens and he meets his friend's eyes, smiling sheepishly.

"Stiles?"

"Hey, can I come in?" He questions before looking back to the street and pulling his hands out of his pocket. "I need some help with some things."

Now:

Stiles sits on the couch in a living room he was too familiar with, a memory that scared him to think of. He sat in this exact same seat only ten years ago but it was a different feeling with this one. The last time he sat on this couch, it was the last memory he had of Beacon Hills he decided to head off for New York. He had tried so hard not to cry until he was asked what was going on and if he was okay, why he was leaving. When he broke down, his sobs were the only thing that filled the room. He inhales heavily and listens to the other man in the kitchen. He pulls out his cell phone and stares at it. He should turn it on, what if someone's hurt? What if Brett needs him?

"Leave it alone." He listens and tucks the phone back into his pocket, he'd know if Brett needed him. "Now, what brings you back to home sweet home?" Stiles looks up to the man who's helped him once before.

"Well…at first, Issac was dying." He would laugh at the wide eyes but he doesn't have the heart to this time. "But then that just led to me almost dying." He laughs that time because it's so ridiculous. What even is their life? "And now I need you to do what you did for me ten years ago?" He doesn't bother to react to the raised eyebrow. "I'm not running this time," He stops and looks to the floor…recalling the way it went last time.

Stiles stood at the door and pursed his lips together, his knuckles knocked against the door hesitantly before it opened. He met the man's eyes and bit his lip. "I need your help."

"What's going on?"

"Derek and I broke up, the pack's not talking to me and…you're the only person I know who would get me out of here and…I need to go." Eyes stared back at him and the man nodded.

"Yeah, sure come in. I know a guy in New York, he could hook you up with a job and a place." Stiles entered the house and sat slowly on the couch. Was this what he wanted? New York? Probably not but he needed to get away. "It's a nice job, pay's good. The place would be a small apartment, I can give you his number." He watched as the man ruffled through some papers before meeting Stiles' eyes. "You guys can discuss it, I'll go make you something to drink." Stiles grabbed the paper and stared at the number and name before nodding.

"Okay, yeah."

"Then what are you doing Stiles?" The man tilts his head and looks at Stiles who narrows his eyes.

"I don't…what's best for my pack maybe?" Stiles stands and runs a hand through his hair, walking to the wall where he leans against it, staring unsure at the wall. "I was so mad when I saw them together, like…I was losing my family all over again. But you didn't see them." His eyes meet the other. "They were…so happy, I mean before they saw me almost crying. It was like they finally found that family Brett and I have been craving, yeah we had that back home. But if I could wake up and see Andre smiling like that even once a week…it's worth everything in the world."

"So what do you want me to do about it?" Stiles smirks at the question and goes to sit on the couch, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

"I know you have connections in New York, so pick up that phone and get a moving truck to my place, then get that and a friend back here." The man looks over at him unsure. "Don't act like it's gonna cost you a penny, trust me, I know you're still a sketchy sonuvabitch. So you pick up the phone and I won't have to inform Derek where you are. Do we have a deal?" Stiles raises his brow at the glare.

"God, you totally got that from me." Stiles laughs, yeah, right. "Deal, I'll just need an address and a name."

"Right," Stiles scoffs. "With a promise nothing will be harmed."

"I helped you once and I'll do it again. Why am I the one cleaning up my nephew's messes?" Stiles doesn't answer that just laughs at the man he still doesn't fully trust. There are so many reasons Peter should clean up Derek's messes, a million times over.

**And When Morning Comes:**

With Brett:

Brett groans and rolls over, frowning when he's waking up to an empty bed. He sits and rubs his face, frowning. He can smell the bacon and eggs downstairs, hear the betas hushed talking. They had arrived back at Stiles' house at 11 last night and Brett had fallen asleep sometime between 12 and now. He looks to his phone. 8am, no missed calls, no missed texts. He frowns and unlocks it, debating calling his lover before he grips his ring and twits it. He rubs his face again and pockets his phone, if Stiles wanted space, he'd give him space. He pulls on a shirt and sweats before jogging down the stairs.

"Morning Brett." Karen greets, looking up from her book as Telisa makes some eggs, Dom hands him a cup of coffee and grunts.

"Any word from Stiles?" David asks, looking to his Alpha who shakes his head. "Oh."

"Where's Aleysha, Jefferson and Andre?"

"Jeff's still sleeping and Aleysha took Andre to get some more milk." Brett raises a brow to the reading woman before shaking his head. They just had a carton yesterday, he strongly doesn't want to know what happened to it. "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine." Dom and Karen frown at him before they let it go at his look. He pulls out his cell phone again and stares at it. "Do you think he's okay?" He asks when Telisa puts a plate of eggs and bacon in front of him.

"Stiles? He's fine. You'd know if he weren't. Andre? I'm worried about." Brett lets out a laugh at Telisa's words as she sits down.

"I think he just needs some time, they really hurt him last time." Brett knows this, he knew this. He shouldn't have made the man talk to Derek, he had no right. He just wants to be there to help his boyfriend and calm him down. "You don't really think he's mad at you, do you?"

"I don't know, maybe." Brett sighs before digging his fork into the eggs, staring at them hesitantly. He looks up at the eyes on him, Telisa's wide ones and everyone else's smirking lips. He swallows, great.

With Stiles:

Stiles yawns and stretches out, frowning when his arms don't his husband. He sits up and looks around the guest room. He pushes the blankets off and throws his feet off the bed, sitting there. He trails his finger over his wedding ring before playing with it. He slowly pushes himself off the bed and grabs his shirt off the nightstand from the day before he throws it on and checks his phone; no missed calls, one text message. He checks the text and replies before walking out of the room.

"Coffee?"

"Good Morning to you too, creep." Stiles says before accepting the coffee and following Peter to the kitchen. Stiles chews on his lip for a second.

"What's with the ring?" Peter asks, raising a brow. Stiles pulls his hand away and curses himself for playing with the ring.

"I'm married."

"Yeah, I know, we talked about this last night, what's with it?" Stiles stares at his ring before smiling lightly, remembering when they had gotten it blessed.

"It keeps us connected...Brett and I." Peter raises a brow confused. "If we're hurt, we'll know and it keeps us safe…if he got hurt I'd be able to heal him, we try not to use it much." It wasn't because the rings were expensive or the ritual took too long, cause it was fairly simple compared to some other spells and rituals they've done, it was a pride thing. Neither of them really liked to admit when they were too hurt but they always wanted to prove they were stronger than that, than everyone else.

"Babe, what're you doing?" Brett muttered from his bed as Stiles sat by the window, with a book on his lap. Stiles turned to face him and smiled lightly at his mused hair, tired-looking husband.

"Trying to find a way to have kids."

"Jordan says she knows a guy." Stiles frowned and Brett groaned pushing himself up. "What's really going on?"

"You got shot today."

"I did." Brett stood and made his way over to his husband, who was staring out the window.

"You almost died." Brett licked his lips and glanced down on the brunet. "If you die, that's it, I'm gonna lose you…I can't take away your pain or pretend to be okay with that. We almost die a lot, an every time, whoever is okay…we hate ourselves for it. We feel like there's some way we could stop it." He looked up to meet blue eyes and turned the book. "Let's get our rings charmed." Brett grabbed the book and looked at it. "They'll let us know if one of us is hurt as long as we're wearing them, and I don't know about you but I never take my ring off. Then we can take away the other's pain and make it easier on them, you know I hold up longer when I'm not in pain." Brett smirked at that, it was true, Stiles would stay awake through blood loss if he wasn't in pain. "No one even has to know what they do, it could be our little secret. See when they touch, they'll show us if one of us is severely hurt so we can't really hide that ever again, like I did that one time."

"If you really want to I guess we can."

"Plus if we really want a few years later, when we finally start that whole kid thing…" Stiles licked his lips as he stood, placing the book on his seat. "we can make it so that we can heal each other too." Brett ran a hand over Stiles cheek and smiled at the brown eyed man who smiled back.

So they redid their entire wedding. Stiles laughs and looks to his phone before standing.

"They should be here by now." Stiles accuses before his phone goes off. He smiles and answers it. "Are you here?" Peter stares at Stiles as the man makes his way to the door, slipping his shoes on. The older man grabs the coffee and puts it on the counter before following the young boy out.

"You're stuff will be here in the next few days." Sties waves a hand as he smiles to the standing female.

"So, help me God Stiles, you better be dying for putting me on that plane." She speaks, glaring playfully.

"Sorry, Jordan, if we're staying here we need you." She shakes her head and smiles at him before he wraps his arms around her. Her brown hair was pulled into a curly and bouncy ponytail, her brown eyes turned on Peter, examining him. She pulls from Stiles and looks at him. "I'm fine, just let me call Brett." She raises a brow at him. "We haven't talked since the fight." She grabs his hand.

"Then how about you apologize face to face, considering there wasn't really a fight in there. You're amazing and Brett's probably just worried." Stiles nods and turns to look at Peter. "Thanks again, this meant a lot to me, I owe you." Peter gives a nod and smiles at the female beside Stiles, standing a few inches shorter than the man he used to know.

"It was no trouble, the stuff will be at you're old house, I hope that's fine." Stiles nods. "Now, go get your man and keep my name out of your mouth." Jordan and Stiles unload one car only to load up Stiles with her three bags.

"Sure thing, Peter." Stiles pulls Jordan with him to the car and drives them away, leaving Peter to stare at the leaving vehicle before pulling out his phone and heading back to his door. Jordan looks over to the man who left. "How was your flight?"

"I hate planes, you know that." Stiles snickers and she glares. "Wanna tell me who that was?"

"Peter? He's Derek's Uncle, he's the one who got me the job in New York." Stiles licks his lips. "Speaking about New York…I think the hunters were from there," Jordan looks away, having tried looking into them herself, thinking the same thing. "I'm gonna look into it when I get away from Brett, I don't want him know but I don't know if this stupid antidote is working."

"What do you mean? Are you sick?"

"I'm not…I don't know. I felt better and worse, like a roller coaster. One minute I feel fine then I feel nauseas and hurt…I don't think it's serious but I don't know." Stiles stares out the window, thinking about it, while Jordan stares at him, trying to get a better read on how serious he was talking.

"You've got to tell Brett, you need him. You know that, right?"

"I know. I just…" Stiles sighs and turns the wheel as they drive down another street, licking his upper teeth. "I don't want to worry him that they went through all this just to lose me, I'm not going anywhere." Jordan bites her lip. "I'm positive it didn't feel like that these last few times."

"How do you feel now?"

"Not like before. I feel okay." Jordan sighs and Stiles turns up the radio before they talk about what she put in the moving truck.

With Brett:

It was a quiet afternoon, none of the werewolves wanted to go back to Derek's until they heard from Stiles and none had much to say since the young man wasn't here. Brett perks up at the sound of a car cutting in the driveway and listens to the voices before smiling then frowning. He stands and the betas follow, the door opens to reveal two brunettes. His husband meets his eyes before smiling.

"Sorry, I ran off, I had to go get Jordan." Stiles walks into the house first and Jordan follows, only to shut the door and be attacked by Telisa, who throws her arms around the older woman's neck.

"Hey babygirl." Jordan greets. Stiles walks to his husband.

"I'm sorry." Brett says and Stiles shushes him before licking his lips.

"I thought about it…our stuff's being shipped here as we speak. It'll stay in the drive way until we can find another place for some of the betas to stay. I figured we can start looking whenever they want. We can go to Derek's and train before the hunters come and…" Stiles shrugs. "when all is said and done we can get started on that future." All the betas stare at him in shock, Aleysha and Jordan smiling lightly.

"What changed your mind?" Brett asks.

"Well…seeing the betas together for one. I don't think any of them have been that happy ever…and you're right…this is my home. This has always been my home. I figure we can go up to New York every summer and holidays when we want to see your family…I won't see the house, maybe we can rent it out, if you want. I can get a job for the police station down here and you can be my trophy wife that still brings in more money than me or you can find a Starbucks you like or you can start up your own coffee shop and we can all work there." Brett laughs and shakes his head.

"You're ridiculous, I love you." Stiles laughs and leans up to kiss his husband before burying his head on his shoulder.

"We can have date nights and if we get the betas out they will always end in sex."

"EW! Oh my god!" Telisa shrieks while Jefferson covers his ears, causing Stiles to snicker into his husband.

"And we'll never wake up in bed alone not knowing if the other one's mad at us." Stiles says, his heart pounding.

"I'm not mad at you," Brett shakes his head. "Why would I be mad at you?" Stiles pulls away.

"All I do is run." Brett shakes his head and looks into those honey eyes, smiling lightly.

"You've never run from us, we've given you plenty of reasons to but you never have. Even now, you're running to us, you left to make our betas smile, that's more than I could ever ask for from you." Stiles smiles and nods. "Plus you brought Jordan, which I still think I should run from because she looks mad at me." Jordan nods and Stiles laughs.

"Well, she has time to shoot you but…why don't you guys call Scott or Derek, we can go over and talk about this. For real this time." Jordan smiles and Stiles leaves his husband when Jefferson drags Stiles away to whisper to the man a secret. Jordan walks to Brett who looks down at her before looking to Aleysha who's already pulling out her phone and dialing. He grabs his arm and hisses when the females fist collides with it.

"Ow, what the hell was that for?" He asks outraged, while rubbing his arm.

"You don't hurt that boy, you hear me? You love him more than anything, I know this, you tell me this. So don't go forcing him into the arms of this Derek asshole, cause you know as well as I do he's gonna try and take Stiles back."

"You think?" Jordan nods. "You think Derek has a chance." Jordan looks to Stiles, who's listening to Jefferson with an amused face.

"No, but that won't stop him from getting past those walls. Stiles is stubborn and tough but…you're first love is something you don't forget, you can move on but…what Stiles and Derek had…I think Derek could hurt him again." Brett nods and bits the inside of his cheek, he thought the same thing.

AN: I'm ending it there. Peter and I have a love/hate relationship, so I knew he was perfect for the one Stiles went to see both time plus it ties in the first time he got away. He's also the only person I thought would have the connections to get someone somewhere. Could be a bigger reason, might not be, I don't know yet or maybe I do and I'm messing with you. ;p

Also, Jordan's here (freaking finally am I right?), she plays a huge role soon (because she's a badass). I finally got the story behind the rings up. High five, am I right? There are still many shocks to come, possibly only a few chapters. I'm debating leaving it open-ended because I'm afraid it'll get ridiculous if it goes on too long. Opinions would be great but again not necessary.

Anyway, I'm out, hope you liked this.