Again, sorry for the delay to those who do read this. I have been EXTREMELY busy as of late, which is my excuse for not posting. I know thats vague, but its college stuff that has to be taken care of some time. Please read this junk and review!
Derek
"I am from Stiles' past, and he needs me now more than ever..." the new wolf rambles quickly before I get merely inches from his familiar looking face. "You don't need to hurt me…. Please?" He protests slightly flinching, lifting a wolfed out arm and revealing a shifted eye as well. The only reason I stop is because his scent matches Stiles' almost 100%. This whole scent thing is a wonder to wolfs who don't know how to use it. I can scenic emotions, locate others even if I cant see them, tell who is related to who, and tell who is having relations with who. But only because I have trained all my life.
"Who are you, and why do you smell like…" Stiles cracks the door to stare out at our conversation. We each spare him a glance and when he realizes he is caught, he steps out of the room, acting like he is going for a cup of water; But everyone else knows better than that. "… Him?" I ask while pointing at Stiles, who conveniently stops mid stride and stares like a deer caught in the headlights. The two meet eyes and hold eye contact for a moment. To break their focus, I clear my throat, in response Aaron casts his view to another side of the room before speaking up.
"So you know how royal blood is typically not mixed with non royalty, well there was only so many royal wolfs in our families line." The look on Stiles' face is unreadable, but his scent reveals to me that he is slightly distressed and also feels extremely confused. "Rather than mixing with other kingdoms, they just started screwing each other. I am kind of his cousin. But not really? It is really confusing, like you almost have to be a genius to figure this out, but you look a little slow, so I don't really know." Aaron begins to ramble before I cut him off with my growl. "I mean, well I'm sorry. I am pretty sure that he doesn't even remember me because I left when we both turned 5. Cause we are kind of twins, come on, look at us. We have an uncanny resemblance."
"There were tons of people who knew my family, knew me. None of them knew you. I am pretty sure that a royal family could not just hide a child." Stiles shouts, obviously fed up. With good reason too, this is a dramatic change to his daily life. Not only does he have to deal with a psycho looking to cause him harm, and now we are looking for a new place. It is allot to deal with, but it is manageable between the three of us. We have only been thinking about how this move will effect me, Stile, and Sawyer, but Cora is coming along too. Together, we can all handle this for sure.
"There was economic hardships and the family tree only called for one successor, and as you may have noticed, he is fully in control of his body parts." Aaron informs on in a raised pitch. "I know there is no reason right now for you to trust me, but I am only doing this to reconnect with the only family I have left. I am not looking for money, protection, or to harm your unit." Aaron was getting worked up, and flailing like a mad man.
"Look, if you don't slow down and stop waving your damn weapon in the air, I will end you here and now." The empty threat got his attention, and he stilled, coiling in on himself a tiny bit as if to protect his important body parts.
"Oooohhhh, no please don't do that!" Aaron hisses, flinching yet again in his seat. "It is genetic, I cant help it. Cause our parents were related. So I am kind of mutated, but he is weirder than me!" Aaron readily supplies pointing a clawed finger at a surprised Stiles. "He has 'things' inside of him that he should not." After a moment of staring at him, he explains more. "You see, our family wanted to remain royal, so the youngest generation just jumped each others bones. That is not exactly a good fix, because HELLO we came out slightly messed up. So my mom is my aunt and my dad is my uncle…. Well Stiles is my twin, or cousin, kind of, we have the same biological 'father' and 'mother'." air quotes around 'father' and 'mother'. "It's all freakin' weird if you ask me, but no one ever asks me. I am here to help, thats it!" He finishes, shutting up for the longest time since we started conversing. "We played together until we were 5..."He adds, and then gets sad, adding more feelings to the mix "and then they decided to separate us. I was sent to some orphanage called the 'Supernatural Adoption Agency'… some Alpha erased our memories of each other with the claw mark things they do to the back of your neck. That also changed my condition, it use to come and go, but now it is permanent." His sentences come out in waves and sound sad even to his own ears. "I know, I know this sounds far fetched and you're all like 'How would you know an Alpha did the thing to you?' and I don't have a good answer for you, because what I did was highly illegal and immoral to pop the lock on my memories." His feet tapping every so often, he looks as if he has more to say, but he holds his peace long enough for someone to jump in edge wise.
After a few awkward seconds of pause, Stiles speaks. "I don't know who you are, and quite frankly I think you are lying. Not to mention that I don't know if it would be smart for me to do the same illegal things you did to get these memories back. Well, I do know, and it would be the opposite of smart, more like extremely dumb of me to do things like that now. Ya know, 'cause I am trying to start a family here." Stiles states firmly, motioning to Sawyer and myself. Directing himself more to me now he speaks up again. "The pack should start its meeting soon, so unless you want to have this situation as the first point, then I am going to go sign the diner over to that fat guy that just bought the damn thing." As it was explained to me, the deal happened about a month ago, now they were just transferring everything this week. As I start to make a point, he beats him to the chase "No, wait. Before you make me stay here, Im leaving." With keys in hand and half a foot out the door, I reach out and pluck him from his escape path, sending him crashing into my chest and dropping the keys. "Stay." I commands firmly. And he does, albeit with a pout on his face and an unrelenting need to pee. I escort Aaron from the living room to the kitchen while Stiles excuses himself to the rest room.
While we wait, Sawyer walks in from the front door with Isaac, who had taken him out when Stiles walked in with specific orders not to take Sawyer to any more unknown friends. Sawyer came and crawls up in my lap, drawing my attention from the scene in front of us. For a moment, the pup thinks before he talks to me. "Papa, we went to the park, ant there were so many tall trees! They must have been seven hundred feet tall! The trees by the creek were mossy, and thats nasty, so Isaac carried me on his shoulders to the water! And the water had sand on it, so Isaac let me play on the beach! There was a big rock that I wanted to climb on, it had all kinds of pictures painted on it, but the big kids on it told me no. Isaac told me that only big kids go there, and they do bad things that I better not do." he rambles just like his dad, telling me his story like I have never been to the park before my self. "Then we left and there was a trail through the woods again, and we followed that. The trail was sooo long that I climbed on Isaac and he ran us there in a second! He is really fast." The whole tale comes out in such vigor, he is almost screaming because he is so excited. "There was more water, and there were lizards!" From a few spots away, Isaac corrected Sawyer: 'Newt'. as if taking note, the pup nodded to Isaac, and continued, slower at first. "There were newts. Isaac showed me how to catch them, but he never even touched one! He is too big and he fell everywhere!" upon recalling the memory, Sawyer giggled and pointed out Isaac's wet hair and shirt. "Then I got one all by my self! It was sticky and slimy." In the spirit of more banter, Isaac prompted Sawyer by asking what color it was. "Ohhhh, yeah. The liz- … newt had a orange belly! My belly is white, what color is your belly papa?" and without permission, the kid basically rips my shirt off. "That looks like a dirty white." In all fairness, I am darker, so I just smile at him and tell him it is 'tan'. He didn't mean anything by it, he just didn't know the color. He didn't feel a bit awkward though, and continued with the story. "I wanted to keep him and call him 'Boogie', but Isaac said that he has to go home to his mom and dad and made me put it down. Boogie ran away when the mean big kids came to where we were playing. I wanted to play with them and catch them their own Boogie's, but Isaac told me we had to go home too." Finally, his story drew to a close, and by the time he finished, the remaining pack members had filtered into the apartment. When he sees Boyd come in, Sawyer scurries off to ask him what color he is. Erica told him he cant just ask that, but Boyd smiled and talked to Sawyer for a moment.
After washing up and changing cloths in our bedroom, Stiles makes his way into the room and sits patiently on my lap. His usual spot for pack meetings. When we do the pack meetings now, I have been having a hard time with Stiles sitting next to Isaac or Jackson, or Boyd…. And Scott is a whole different story altogether. I just don't want him to smell like them. We have a pack smell, Rain. When packs meet up, they can locate others by matching scents, for example, the pack a few towns over smells like sawdust. But within the pack, there are many specific scents Aaron sits a few feet to the right of us and the others mingle in a lose circle in the living area like usual. The official meeting starts and the others all settle down and tune in.
We talk about Aaron as if he is not there, basically deciding what is going to happen then and there. "We, meaning me and Stiles, will consult with Deaton about getting Stiles' memories back because they seem to be rather important to Aaron. If they are important enough to make him stay here amongst a pack who can easily end him, then I feel he is telling the truth. Other wise, why would he stick around?..." The instant thought moves to Peter, he could have been corrupted, which would have been smart. Peter has connections, he could have done the 'extremely illegal' things Aaron mentioned. If this was a legitimate problem, then props to Peter for finding something that would be important to a vulnerable wolf. But that plan would include Stiles' desire to know about his past. It's a long shot to be honest, but Peter always was one for gambling. "Until we can figure out a more permanent solution, it is an order that we look out for each other, which now includes Aaron. Peter has been on the lamb recently, and I don't want to take any unnecessary risks. I am only going along with this because I actually do believe that they are related, in some way, shape, or form." There were no murmurs of agreement or disagreement amongst the group. Isaac bumped Aaron on the shoulder in a playful manner, encouraging a small smile.
With my ruling, we move onto Stiles. "Secondly, it is a tight squeeze here as it is with Cora, me, Stiles, and Sawyer already, not to mention you losers. At one point it was manageable, however, things are about to change. Stiles and I are going to be having pups in the near future, so we are moving into a bigger house. More bodies would make this impossible. We are moving as soon as we find somewhere Stiles will feel comfortable with for his denning period. We have met briefly with an agent, so the process has already started." I announce to them, my body radiating pride while my hands encompass Stiles' hips. The others share nods of approvals and slight shivers of disgust while probably picturing us going at it.
I begins to close the meeting around 8:30 because Sawyer is ready for his bath and bed time. The pack is allowed to go as as I escort Sawyer to his bubble bath full of toys. Aaron hangs around after the others leave. Isaac says that he will see him in a while, which I can only assume that means he is going to Aaron's apartment from here. As I look over him, I can see that he is no threat to Stiles while I put Sawyer in the bath even though his arm is completely shifted as well as his opposite eye. As I leave the room, I hear Stiles politely ask Aaron to head home. When Sawyer settles in the tub, water only coming half way up his legs, Stiles walks in to the bathroom, closing the door behind him and continuing to wash his child. I think for a minute, about how Stiles seems to dislike and generally distrust Aaron. "You know its worth looking into babe. Its not like we have anything else going on right now besides Peter." Stiles lays his child back to wash his hair. Once the brown strands are lathered and rinsed, Sawyer rubs the blue bar of soap over his body. The room begins to smell of 'Irish Spring'. The scent is strong, and fake. It smells of manufactured, false scents. I partly blame the company, but they cant help it I guess.
"Yeah, I guess we don't have much to do, but things are about to get difficult for me for a few months." Stiles insists motioning to his stomach area. Sawyer plays with his toys, sometimes looking up to the two adults having a semi heated conversation. "Breathing will be harder for me. Walking wont be painful at all, just extremely tiring. To the end of this, I wont want to move much at all. And who is sure that any of the houses will click with my sub conscious Derek?" I check the kids feet and notice that he is pruning, meaning it is time for him to get out of the bath, Stiles hands me a towel. I wrap Sawyer up and carry him on my hip into the bedroom to get ready for bed time.
"Don't cry daddy. Papa will make everything okay." Sawyer announces as if he knew all of the answers. With a nod to his offspring, Stiles hands Sawyer some underwear, and his night shirt that has a graphic of wolfs howling at the moon on a dark blue back ground.
Apparently that is not the thing to Stiles needs to hear, because he is on me in an instant with an edge to his tone. "I'm about to have to walk around in large sweaters, maybe even a big jacket or two to cover up the fact that I am a freak of nature!" Stiles hesitates before adding "I really don't need you telling me whats good for me right now. I am smart damn it! I have done this before. You have not." I am a little taken aback for a moment.
But his words ring true, however, I still think it might benefit him to look into this whole situation. "Stiles, I just think-"
"-No. Derek. Send him on his way."
So, there is that. I can tell you now that Aaron will be around for a while. But as you might have picked up on, the Hale-Stilinski family is going to be moving soon. I have a few episodes of house hunters that I plan on ripping off. Maybe a couple of sims houses that I might describe if I get too lazy from basically describing the portions of house I see on TV, its a hard life. In the next chapters author note will be a voting poll as to which house they will live in. All votes will be considered and junk and stuff.
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