Stiles

"It's been a long time, Genim." she smirked.

"Don't call me that." I spat.

"That's right," she smiled. "You go by a different name now. Stiles."

"Why?" I whimpered. "Why did you make my mother think that I was dead? Why did you make me think my mother was dead?" I couldn't stop the tears that formed in the corner of my eyes.

"Claudia wasn't fit to raise you, Stiles," she scoffed.

"She was doing perfectly fine." I hissed. "I was nine years old when she supposedly died. Why did you wait around until then?"

"I had to plan everything perfectly. She got sick. When we told him that she had a disease, your father was quick to believe it." she laughed.

"I watched her die," I said slowly. "How?"

"Deucalion found a way to alter the machines to make it look like she was dead when she wasn't, and we used that sleeping powder on her. You thought she was really dead. Your father did too. She wasn't really in that coffin at the funeral, it was closed and no one bothered to look inside it."

"Alright, so that is how you made us think she was dead. How did you make her believe I was dead?" I narrowed my eyes.

"When she finally came to, we were far away from Beacon Hills. She asked for you. Deucalion pretended to be a doctor and told her that she had been in a car accident and hit her head. We convinced her that she suffered from amnesia! When we told her that you had died in the accident, she was quick to believe it." she snorted.

"What about Dylan?" I asked. "Were you waiting to find a way to get rid of him too?"

"No," she shook her head. "By the time Claudia had Dylan, she was fit to be a mother. But not your mother. She'll never know about you Stiles, and you'll soon forget about her. Dylan will never know that he had a big brother."

"Why me?" I scoffed. "Why do you hate me enough to take my mother away?"

"I don't hate you, Genim." she shook her head. "You do not belong with Claudia. You never did. You may hate me for making her forget, but you don't understand how much I have helped you. Deucalion wanted to just kill you. But I wouldn't let him because even if you do not belong with Claudia, you are still my grandson. But now, you will come with me."

"What makes you so sure that I'll go with you?" I narrowed my eyes.

"You'll come with me because you won't let your friends get hurt." She pulled a gun out of her back pocket and pointed it at Malia. "Or maybe I should kill your best friend, Scott?" she moved the barrel to Scott's head. "I don't even know who this is, but he can easily be killed." she moved it to Isaac.

"Alright." I said quickly. "I'll go with you."

Claudia

I found myself standing in a hallway. I was in a hospital. People were buzzing around, talking loudly. Their voices drilling into my ears. I was at home, how am I here?

"Excuse me, but could you explain what's going on?" I asked a man who was dressed as a doctor but he want right through me. Through me. As if I wasn't there at all. It took a few moments to get over the shock, and my gaze rested upon a small boy who sat in the waiting room, his head in his hands. I heard a loud voice, and turned towards the door. A man came rushing in wearing a police uniform. I knew this man. He had been my husband. He walked over to the boy, who lifted his head. His brown eyes were red and splotchy, and his nose was running. I knew this boy too. Genim. My baby. The doctor came over to my husband, clipboard in hand. Only, it wasn't just any doctor. It was Deucalion.

"Mr. Stilinski, I am terribly sorry. Your wife, Claudia, has passed on. Your son was with her when she died." My husband pulled Genim closer to him, the two of them sobbing. I'm not dead. Why did Deuc tell them I was dead? I saw another woman walk up to my husband.

"Do you want me to take him?" she asked him. "He could stay the night with Scott and me."

"Thank you, Melissa." he nodded. I remember her now, she's Scott's mother. She was one of my closest friends. She thinks I'm dead too? The memory faded, and I was now in a hospital room. I saw myself, before I had Dylan. I swallowed hard. I knew this memory all too well. This was when I was given the news of Genim's death. But I died. Genim was told that I died. I watched myself sob once the news of his death was delivered , and then my mother came in to comfort me. Just like the other one, the memory faded and I was brought someplace else. A house. It seemed familiar, but at the same time it didn't. I felt like I had been here before, and it felt like it had been my house once. I heard voices, and I walked up the stairs. All the doors were closed except one. Light was spilling out the open door. Slowly, I walked towards the light. I peered inside. Genim was there, with my husband.

"She's watching over us now, Genim." my husband told him. "She always will be."

"I don't want to be Genim." he whimpered.

"What?" my husband frowned.

"Mom gave me that name. But now I don't want it." he shook his head. "I want to let her go."

"If you don't want your name to be Genim, then what do you want it to be?" my husband asked him. My son looked around the room, his eyes resting on the bookshelf. Genim stood, and walking over to it slowly. His pulled out a book, nodded to himself.

"This one sounds cool." he brought the book for his father to see. He pointed at a name. "This one."

"Stiles?" his dad scoffed. "That's what you want your name to be?"

"Yes." he nodded. I gasped, and almost tumbled over in surprise. The first time I saw Stiles, was when he was across the street. I felt like I knew him. He looked like he knew me. He looked like he was crying. And now I know why. He was crying, because he saw me and knew who I was. He was crying because he thought that I was dead. Was told that I was dead. Just like I was told that he was dead. Dylan liked having Stiles around. His big brother. Alive. I breathed in. I wasn't in the bedroom anymore. I was in the hallway of my house. The three teenagers, Malia, Scott and Isaac were starting to come to. My son. He's alive. Dylan came over, holding his head and yawning.

"Where's Stiles?" I panicked.

"Stiles?" Dylan frowned.

"Deucalion!" Scott gasped. Stiles's friends and me searched the house, but it was no use. Deucalion was gone and so was Stiles.

Well? Claudia knows that Stiles is her son, but now he is gone. What do you think is going to happen next?