A/N: Hope you guys enjoy the chapter. First I planned on updating the story every Sunday, but after reading reviews, I just get excited and want to keep updating the story, but I'll resist, try to anyways. I think I'll have the next chapter up later this week; that means more stories about Stiles and the pack all those years ago; you'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll laugh and cry at the same time.
Ok, enough rambling, I'm done…for now…I think…
A light knocking could be heard on the door. "Come in. Hi Nate."
"Hello Stiles."
"What brings you here?"
"Just dropped by, wondering if you wanted to finish our talk?"
"Not today Nate, sorry."
"I-it's ok, I'll just come back later…"
"No, don't leave."
Nate walked fully into the room now, closing the door behind him. He found a seat, and sat, staring at Stiles.
"Nate… w-why did you actually come? You said you wanted to learn about werewolves, but I lived with werewolves for a while, and I know when someone isn't being completely honest."
"Stiles…"
"Please, just tell me the truth." Sadness could be seen in his eyes.
Swallowing, Nate began. "I-I was contacted by someone, they wanted to know about your whereabouts, they wouldn't give me a reason until after I found out some information. I immediately started my search and I stumbled upon some of your work, from your high school days. I became more attached than I should have, but after reading your essays and your reports about werewolves, I couldn't help but want to find you and actually talk to you about the topic."
"Someone contacted you? Who was it?"
"They never gave me their name."
"I know when you're lying."
"It was Derek."
"D-Derek? H-he, and…"
"Yes."
"Is everyone back?"
"Plus a few."
"Plus a few?"
"Lydia and Jackson and Allison and Scott had two children. The two ladies were pregnant when they left, that's the reason why they left."
"But there was a battle going on, how would they be protected?"
"Their mates made sure that they stayed out of the way, renting a house on the state's border."
"And they couldn't take me with them?"
"Derek's orders. He said it was safer for you to stay where you were."
"But Lydia and Allison were pregnant! We already had our children."
"That's why he wanted you to stay away, he knew that your kids would want to join in the battle, even if they were too young, their wolf halves would want to join their alpha in battle."
"Where are they?"
"What?"
"Where are they? The pack? I want to see them."
"I don't think that's a good idea…"
"Look Nate, if that is your real name," Stiles spat, "It has been thirty years, its been long enough, I want to see my family!"
Understanding Stiles, Nate grabs the keys in his pocket, heading towards the door, only to turn around, to look at Stiles. "Well are you coming or not?"
The old Stiles jumped out of his rocking chair, darting towards the door.
The two men were once again in Nate's car. Nate drove down the road a few miles, then turned on the dirt road, heading towards the Hale home.
"It's been so long; I'm surprised the path is still here." Stiles was looking out the window, taking in the forest for the first time in thirty years. "I haven't been back this road since the kids left, it was too painful to stay, I found another home but then I grew tired of being alone, so when I was 65, I found the retirement home and have lived there ever since." Just then, Stiles looked up, noticing the outline of the house in the distance.
Soon, Nate was parking the vehicle next to a midnight black camaro. Stiles took a shaky breath.
Nate notices, reaching over with his right hand to lie on Stiles' shoulder. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"It's time Nate, its been too long." Stiles opened the door of the vehicle, stepping out. Nate walked around the vehicle, meeting Stiles.
The pack was too busy to notice the scent of Stiles or even hear the car pull up in the dirt path. A knocking rang throughout the house. "I'll get it!" Grace yelled.
Grace walked to the front door, opening it, revealing an older gentleman standing beside Nate. "Hi Nate, who's your friend?"
This was not expected. Stiles knew it had been a while since his children had seen him, but for them to completely forget who he was, was a surprise.
"Hi Grace. Um, is Derek here?"
"Yeah, DAD!" Grace shouts over her shoulder.
Shuffling could be heard behind the girl. Then, a tall figure could be seen. "Yeah? What is it Grace?"
"Nate has someone with him." Derek looked up, eye brows knitting together in confusion.
"Grace, umm, go to the kitchen." Grace followed her dad's orders, going into the kitchen. Derek stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind him.
"Nate, who's your friend?"
"You mean you don't know?"
Derek looked at the older gentleman standing beside Nate, trying to concentrate, remember those eyes…those eyes!
"STILES!" Derek picked his mate up, swinging him around joyfully, placing kisses on Stiles' cheek. The swinging stopped, and Derek placed Stiles on his feet. He leaned in, embracing his mate, sobbing into his shoulder. "I'm so sorry…"
"It's ok Derek."
"We, I, should have never left you alone."
Stiles broke the embrace to meet Derek's gaze, bringing one hand up to caress Derek's cheek. "I understand, don't blame yourself, the pack was in danger, I know why you didn't want me to come and find you."
"I've missed you so much."
"I missed you too Derek, just promise me that you won't leave me again, ever."
"I won't Stiles, I promise, never again."
"Derek?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we go inside now? I want to meet the others."
Derek leaned down, kissing Stiles on the lips for the first time in thirty years. "Yeah, lets go inside."
"I'm just going to go; there is a lot of catching up to do. See you guys later."
"Nate, no, you helped us become reunited again, stay." Stiles insisted.
"No, I'll just go…"
"Nonsense, stay."
Derek nodded, and Nate decided to take up the offer, wanting to learn more about the pack.
The three men made their way into the house, and walked to the kitchen, where the rest of the pack was sitting and chatting, only stopping when they noticed Nate, Derek and the unknown man walk in.
They all looked the same, Scott, Allison, Lydia, Danny, Jackson they all looked the same as they did thirty years prior. Then there were the kids, Grace and Evan looked a little bit older, but still the same. The other four were unknown to Stiles, but he figured they were the other's pups.
"Hey dad..." Evan noticed the third gentleman standing beside Derek. "Who's…" Evan ran up to Stiles, giving him a huge hug. "It is you, he's back!"
The others stared, not knowing who the 'he' was. "Evan, do you know this man?" Allison asks.
Evan turned around in disbelief. "You mean that you don't?" The others shared puzzled looks before looking back at Evan. "Are you guys serious? Look closer!"
One by one, the pack made their way to the older man, taking in his scent, and his appearance. They all stopped. "STILES!" Each member pounced on Stiles, hugging him, asking what he has been up to and saying sorry.
"Guys, its fine, I'm fine, nothing much… no… I know I look old…thirty years…"
Derek let out a growl, signaling to his pack that they needed to calm down and have Stiles have some space.
"Sorry." Each pack member said at once.
"Look, Stiles just got here, it has been a while since our pack has been together, we'll get caught up later, but right now, Stiles and I have some business to take care of."
"Dad!"
Derek turned around, giving the others a mischievous smile, Stiles blushing. Derek and Stiles made their way to their bedroom.
"Where are those two going?" A confused Nate asked, never receiving an answer, only smiles from the others.
An hour later, Derek and Stiles made their way back downstairs to find the others outside on the patio.
"Why are you guys sitting out here?" Stiles says, looking at the others.
"Too loud in the house."
Stiles blushes, Derek pulling him closer, kissing Stiles' head.
"Even after thirty years, looks like Stiles still has it." Jackson, still with a god's body, called out, only getting punched in the arm and a moan of disgust from the others.
"At least I don't need wolfy powers to keep up this body." Stiles retorted, hearing snickering from his best friend. "It's true!"
"What ever you say Stiles." Scott replied.
"What are we going to eat? I'm starving."
"Still hungry after…" Derek shot Jackson a glare, eyes flashing crimson. "When aren't you hungry Stiles?"
"Let me tell you, Stiles here, the other day when I took him to the burger joint, almost made the place shut down because of the food he consumed. Was he always like that?" Nate asked.
"Yeah, he eats ten times more than the wolves in our pack." Scott chuckled.
"Come on guys! I don't eat that mu… never mind."
Laughter filled the air. "Let's get something to eat, Stiles is hungry." Scott walked up to his friend, embracing him. "Welcome home Stiles."
Finally Stiles and the pack are reunited! Woohoo!