Claudia

I turned around slowly to face him. I gasped. I knew him. I'd seen him before. I'd seen him the day of the car accident. He had been the one to tell me that my son had died.

"Deuc?" I frowned. "Why are you doing this?"

"I've been asked to," he sighed, lowering the gun. "Claudia, I do not want to hurt you. Please, just come with me."

"What about Dylan?" I muttered.

"Dylan will be fine." he assured me. "Claudia, please. I don't want to hurt you." he repeated. I glanced back nervously at Dylan before looking back at him.

"I don't want to leave him here alone. Please, put the gun down. Let me call a babysitter. I'll go with you, but not until I know that Dylan will be looked after." I told him. He thought for a moment, and sighed.

"Alright." he nodded. He put the gun under his belt loop and I went to the phone. I found Stiles's number on the wall next to it, and dialed it. It rang three times before he picked up.

"Hello?" his voice said on the other end. That voice is familiar.

"Hello. I'm Dylan's mother. I was wondering if perhaps you could watch him for a while?" I asked hopefully. He seemed hesitant to answer.

"Who is it, Stiles?" I heard another boy's voice.

"Yeah," Stiles answered finally. "I'll watch him."

"Thank you," I breathed in relief. "You know where the place is.," I told him.

"I've got three friends with me, could they come too?"he asked.

"Totally." I said. "They're welcome to come."

"Alright. We'll be there." Stiles told me.

"All right, I'll see you Stiles." I hung up the phone.

"Stiles?" his eyes were wide. "He's your babysitter?"

"It's a small town. I haven't been here in years." I shrugged. "I don't exactly know that many people."

"And how exactly do you know Stiles?" he narrowed his eyes.

"My mother saw him." I shrugged. "We needed a babysitter, and he was available. Dylan had lots of fun with him, so right now he's the go-to guy."

"Get a different go-to guy," he scoffed as someone knocked on the door. He must have driven. I went to answer it and Stiles stood there with three other teenagers, just as he said he would. Two of them were boys, and the other a girl. Stiles seemed frozen. One of his friends narrowed his eyes at me too. He looked familiar too.

"Alright," I said awkwardly. "Come on in." they all did as they were told.

"I'm Malia," the girl introduced herself. "This is Isaac, and Scott." she introduced the boys. Scott. That was his best friend. I remember now.

"I know you," I said to Scott. "You were my son's best friend."

"I've never met Dylan." Scott said.

"Not Dylan," I shook my head. "My other son. He died, years ago."

"Deucalion?" Scott muttered. Deuc has come up behind me.

"You know Deuc?" I asked him. Quickly, Deucalion reached into his pocket and threw powder at Me, Malia, Isaac and Scott, missing Stiles. It took a few moments for it to kick in, and I crumbled to the floor.

Stiles

I watched as Dylan's mother -my mother-, crumbled to the floor along with my friends.

"What did you do to her?" I asked him.

"You know who she is, don't you?" Deucalion smiled.

"Yes." I nodded.

"I told her." he scoffed. "Said we should have gotten to you as well as Claudia and your father, but you were just a little boy. You weren't a threat. I kept track of you for a while, Genim. But then you changed your name, erasing all records of a Genim Glancy Paris Stilinski. I lost track of you then, but I let it slide because you weren't a threat."

"I'm a threat now." I told him.

"Do you think she cares about you?" he laughed. "She left you, Stiles. You and your father. She doesn't care. If she did care, she would have come home. She would have tried to be part of your life."

"You did something to her." I insisted. "You did. My mother loves me. She wouldn't have left."

"She's not your mother, Stiles. Your mother died when you were nine years old," Deucalion scoffed. "You were there with her. You were at her funeral."

"I don't know how it is possible, but I'm am convinced that she is my mother." I hissed. "You took her from me."

"No, Stiles. I took her from you." Another voice hissed. I spun around to see another woman. It was Dylan's grandmother.

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