Ok lovelies, I'm attempting to play catch-up. This is a short-ish chapter but I hope its a funny one :) Enjoy!

When I came to, I noticed a few things: one, I was no longer in a vehicle; two, I was on a rather nice bed; three, I was not alone on said bed. I peeked through my lashes and saw Aiden on one side, which logically meant Ethan would be on my other. Eh, I like my original names for them. Eyes staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, I let out a long breath of air. A thought flitted through my head, 'where did Ralph go', but I knew being Ralph-less was just the beginning of my problems. I was back where I started, I was back in Beacon Hills. I wondered if anyone would even recognize me, I had long hair, my eyes were violet, I was taller, stronger, and I no longer looked like a burn victim. My limp was barely noticeable, and I was quiet, something the old me never was. Would my dad even recognize me now? Did I even smell like the old Stiles?

I knew I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts, but I couldn't help it, being back where it all began made it impossible not to think these less than stellar thoughts. Slowly I lifted my head to survey the room. We weren't in a hotel that much I could figure. The floor was wooden, with a thin rug in the center of the room. The bed had to be a king, to have enough room for the two wolves and me. There was a dresser on the far side, the walls were a cream color, our duffle bags were placed neatly in a row beside the dresser. A closet was to my right, to my left was a good sized window, but I couldn't see out due to the shade being drawn. But it was dark out, so either it was really early, or really late in the day. Not that it really mattered, my bladder complained loudly. The urge to squirm quickly overruled my initial instinct to stay in the bed, I really didn't want to be the one to wake the sleeping wolves. I don't remember if they are morning people or not, and I'd rather not find out with their teeth and claws so close to vulnerable areas. But my bladder was insistent, and I really did not want to accidently piss the bed, could you imagine?

Ever so slowly I extracted myself from the twins, who, apparently were rather possessive cuddlers in their sleep. Something that I would have to explore at a later date. Once free, and my feet were about to touch the floor, I paused. Ignoring my bladders cry for just a moment, I had absolutely no idea where I was, and I was oddly ok with it. I mean, I knew I was in Beacon Hills, or close to it, but I was in an unknown home, waking up in a bed of wolves, and I didn't freak out. Maybe I was getting used to this, whatever this was…I shrugged, and stood up carefully. The world spun for a moment before settling, I must have been out longer than I originally thought.

My knees were stiff, neck ached a little, I trudged to the door and opened it cautiously. I was greeted to a rather mundane sight. An average looking hallway that was lit by a few night lights, a thin rug protected my feet from the chill and the walls were a dusty green color. All in all it was an average looking house, and I kinda felt disappointed. You'd think the wolves would have something…sinister or unearthly or too earthly about their choice of residence, but nope. It looked as if anyone could live there. A few feet down and I found a bathroom, wincing as the florescent light turned on. The bathroom was a light teal, tiles climbed up the wall, and stopped about shoulder level, wall paper covered the rest, it looked like a scene from little Bo-peep and her young lover or brother, it was cute, weird but cute. Once my bladder was happy with me again, and I washed my hands thoroughly, I made my way back to the room.

The old me would probably want to explore, to see if I could figure out where I was, and then attempt to escape. But now, now I really couldn't care less. I mean, I didn't want to be back at Beacon Hills, I didn't want anything to do with the Alphas or anything supernatural, but right now. I just wanted to go back to bed, even if that meant I was going to be sandwiched between two wolves, and sleep. So that's what I did, I padded down the hall, crawled back into the bed, and sighed heavily. Within seconds Minty had his arm slung over my waist and Thyme had a leg between mine. Both were still sleeping heavily. Between them, it felt natural, I felt safe.

Derek and the Pack

Eventually the pack was able to come together, Peter lingered on the couch armrest, his wolf seeking comfort while he was too prideful to admit it. Boyd stayed attacked to Derek's side, Scott was by his legs, one arm slung around them, in a pseudo-hug. Isaac still hadn't woken, and that had the pack worried. Thankfully, Deaton returned Scott to them, and he stayed to answer their questions.

"As you can see, all of your immediate pack is here, and within reasonable health, which leads to the one possibility."

"Stiles," Scott whispered, and pulled his arm tighter around his alpha's legs, seeking comfort.

"What does that mean, is Stiles really….dead?" Boyd asked softly, his eyes downcast.

The conscious member of the pack stiffened, while Isaac stayed limp in Derek's arms.

Deaton sighed heavily, he wasn't sure how to word this, but he knew he needed to say it, and delicately or else all of Beacon Hills would pay. He scratched the back of his head idly and pursed his lips.
"From what I can figure, Stiles is still alive. And what you felt was not a death, at least not in a literal heart stopping sense."

Peter made a 'keep going' motion with his fingers, his eyes hardened.

"Stiles was a part of your pack, even when he was no longer with you. And you all have felt his absence keenly, and when an important member of a pack, usually an alpha mate, or Elemental or other spirit or earth centered pack mate is forcibly connected to another pack, the prior pack feels the loss keenly. Isaac had a strong connection to Stiles because of their friendship, and at a basic level, they understood the abandonment that haunts them."

Derek tightened his hold on Isaac, "Abandonment? You said Stiles would have to have been a baby when he was found, how could he possibly remember how it felt to be abandoned?"

"You never forget the feeling, it haunts you with questions of 'am I good enough' 'can I do more, or did I do too much and scare them away', even if the person isn't consciously aware of it. Subconsciously they always worry, they are always trying to make the people around them take notice, to care for them." Peter answered, his eyes were on his hands.

Deaton nodded his head, not surprised that Peter would understand the pain. Deaton had a sneaking suspicion that Peter had felt abandoned by his nephew and niece, and that was one of the reasons, when Lara came back, Peter's wolf had killed her. Because the wolf didn't understand why he had been abandoned, he was pack, and you don't leave pack.

"So why hasn't he woken up?" Scott asked, his eyes wide and worried.

"Isaac had a unique connection with Stiles, even when Stiles was no longer physically present, Isaac's wolf was able to sense him to some level. And now, the connection has been severed, and his wolf has to find a way to compensate for the sudden loss. "

"Do you know when he'll wake up?"

"Just do what you are doing, his wolf needs to know that the remaining members of this pack are still with him. That you care for him, and once he feels safe, he will wake. " Deaton wished he could tell them more, but this was such a rare occurrence he didn't have all the information, and what he was about to tell them was something he wished he could protect them from, all of them. "The Alpha Pack is here."

They all froze, Peter's head shot up and looked at Deaton, then at Derek, his hands clenched and his jaw tensed.

"Alpha Pack?"

"Deucalion is leading them."

"Shit," Peter cursed.

Stiles

The second time I woke up, I realized that I had moved in my sleep. And I was using a rather hard chest as a pillow, Thyme err Ethan to be exact. I rubbed my chilled nose onto his chest, causing the skin to twitch. A hand was placed on my head, in attempts to stop me, but it only caused me to want to rub my nose even more, just out of spite.

"Cold nose," Thyme whined, and stretched.

I puffed a laugh, sometimes it was easy to forget that he was a crazy wolf, following an even crazier leader who was hell bent on controlling the whole of wolf kind. Sometimes.

"Morning," Minty grumbled a sigh and stretched behind me.

"Morning," Thyme responded, having given up on pushing me away. "How long were we out?"

"Not sure, feels like a few days. I'm stiff….not that way!" Minty replied, embarrassment coloring his voice.

"Wouldn't be the first time,"

"It was one time" Minty complained.

Forgive me now? Hope you guys have a great week and I will do my best to update next week! Also, I might be adding a new Teen Wolf story so keep a look out! Until then Adieu!