AN: I wasn't going to write a second chapter to this but I really love the thought of the pack finding out what Stiles did and in could happen in so many ways. I am super excited for it to happen on the show and I know it definitely won't happen like this but I like to dream. Not a continuation just another drabble about the truth being revealed.
'Stop!' Stiles yelled to the room.
He knew it was going to come to this eventually but part of him had hoped he could forget about the whole incident, of course his entire brain reminded him that would never happen, he'd never forget about it.
The Dread Doctors were a threat they knew they couldn't handle alone so calling in reinforcements was an obvious call, of course the amount of people that showed up was a little surprising. Derek and Braeden had returned, dragging Cora with them, Chris and the Caliveras not far behind. Morell had decided to come out of whatever hole she was hiding in, with, oddly enough, Deucalion joining her. Danny returned quickly with Ethan in tow. Isaac flew back from France, with his, completely unexpected, new best friend Jackson. The last person to show up, was the most reluctant of any of them, Gerard. Fresh out of the nursing home he's been dumped in, with promises of supernatural pain relief in exchange for his help. Valek was also roped into helping them, Lydia was unhappy with that fact, considering he'd been messing with her head for a week while she was locked in Eichen, her concerns were completely valid. Valek also brought his own little helper, one they were all more than concerned about, Peter.
With their little band of misfits they were all geared up to fight the doctors, of course having no idea where they resided cause some slowing of the plan so they began with investigating, which is how they ended up in their current position. They had all gathered in the police station, the Sheriff had a room emptied for the investigation, with all their new friends filling it, as well as Stiles, Lydia, Scott, Kira, Malia, Liam, Mason, Brett, Satomi and her remaining pack, Melissa, the Sheriff, Parrish (who they were watching closely after discovering his unwitting involvement with the missing bodies) and Kira's parents. They started with figuring out the lost of people the Doctors had turned, Lydia, after reading the book, had remembered having a vision of sorts of the Doctors turning Donovan, so now they were all concerned, with his history, about him running around Beacon Hills as a freshly made monster, capable of who knows what.
'What do you mean stop?' Araya asked confused, everyone was now looking at Stiles unsure as to what was happening.
'Donovan's not out there.' Stiles answered, his fist clenching in guilt.
'What? How do you know that? Where is he?' Scott asked confused, Stiles looked away from him, before turning his whole body away from the other people in the room to face the window, he knew he'd never be able to say this looking at them.
'A couple of weeks ago, the night after Tracy died and Lydia was hurt, I was at the school, it was late, there was no one there, the jeep wasn't starting so I was trying to work on it, he came out of nowhere, I didn't even see him until he grabbed me, there were teeth in his hand, I think he was part Wendigo, part Lampyre but I don't really know. He bit me, I fought him off with a wrench and ran into the school but he followed me.' Stiles said, his eyes were getting teary but he blinked them back and sucked in a breath, unconsciously rubbing his shoulder, it still hurt for some reason.
'I was hiding when he came in, he was talking, telling me about his dad, how he was paralysed while on the job and my dad was outside calling backup, he blamed him for it. He said some stuff, trying to bait me but I stayed hidden, I saw him head up the stairs of the library and I tried to move but he was suddenly just there, grabbing me by the throat, pulling me through the shelves, I managed to get away from him and I started climbing the scaffolding. He came after me, informing me that he wasn't gonna kill me, he was just gonna eat my legs. He grabbed me and was pulling me down, I noticed a pin holding up the scaffolding so I reached for it and I barely managed to yank it out, part of the scaffolding crashed down and when I turned around and looked down, Donovan was impaled on a metal spike. I climbed down, he was still alive, I didn't know whether to pull the thing out or push it further in but before I could figure it out he died.' Stiles heard gasps from behind him but didn't turn, afraid of what he'd see.
'I freaked out, called nine one one. I didn't say anything but I knew they'd trace the call, I propped the library door open with a book because you need a card to get in and I knew the deputy on duty wasn't gonna have one then I went outside and started the jeep, I knew I wouldn't get away in time so I reversed it into a dark part of the parking lot and waited, I saw the deputy go in and come out, I turned on my police scanner and heard him say it was a prank call. I didn't understand why he hadn't found the body so I went back in, the body was gone, the mess had been cleaned up, there was no blood, no rubble, like it had never happened. I killed him.' Stiles ended, turning around and looking up at the people of the room. Most were shocked, some were stoic, he couldn't bare to look at Scott or his dad in the eye, nobody was saying anything and he was starting to worry. Would his dad arrest him? No body no crime so probably not. Would Scott hate him? God he hoped not.
Lydia was the first to step forward, he couldn't quite read the expression on her face.
'Show me the bite mark.' Were the only words the said, remaining stoic. Stiles turned and lifted up his shirt, he felt Lydia's hands brush the wound lightly and heard the gasps come from some of the others in the room. She pulled his shirt down, letting him know she was finished then moved to stand in front of him, her hands gripping his wrists tightly.
'I'm glad you killed him. If you hadn't he'd have killed you. It wasn't your fault, you didn't mean to do it.' Lydia said sternly, looking his straight in the eye, Stiles was shocked at her bluntness and a little teary eyed because he didn't really believe her.
'He's still dead.' Stiles answered, guilt overwhelming him.
'And you're not. In my books, that's a win.' She concluded, wrapping her arms around him, squeezing him momentarily before letting go, but still brushing his hand. Stiles looked up to see his dad walking towards him slowly, tears filling his eyes.
'Stiles, I am so sorry. Donovan was mad at me and he went after you, this was my fault. I can't believe you had to go through all of that and keep it to yourself for so long.' Stilinski said quickly, gripping his sons arm tightly.
'Dad this wasn't your fault. And neither was what happened to Donovan's dad, he needed someone to blame, he was angry and vengeful before the Doctors got to him, after they did, it just gave him the means to act out his revenge. It wasn't your fault.' Stiles responded, making sure his dad felt no guilt over something he'd done. His dad nodded once, blinking away tears, cupping his sons face momentarily before stepping back. Stiles looked up to see Scott coming towards him, he didn't want to hear Scott say he hated him, it was one of his worst nightmares.
'Scott-' Stiles started but was cut off with Scott grabbing him and pulling him into a tight hug.
'I am so sorry Stiles. I'm sorry I ever made you feel like you couldn't come to me, tell me. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you.' Scott sobbed out, holding Stiles tighter. Stiles pushed back, out of Scott's grip shaking his head.
'This was not your fault Scott, and it wasn't about admitting it to you, it was about not wanting to admit it to myself. You can't and shouldn't have to protect me all the time, that's not on you, bro.' Stiles said softly.
'You're my brother Stiles. You're my brother and you could have died, without me even knowing, without me being there to make sure at the very least, you weren't alone, and that's not okay. We're family, before all this supernatural crap, before anything we're family. And I need you to know, no matter what it is, even if you don't understand it yourself, or are afraid of it, I want you to talk to me about stuff like this. I never want to find out you were hurt and suffering alone ever again.' Scott said responded, pulling Stiles back into a crushing hug, which Stiles responded to by hugging back just as tightly.