Well would you look at that! I actually decided to write a new chapter! I haven't really been feeling this story as much as before but luckily this morning I actually missed writing for this story!
Mason doesn't know much about Stiles other than what he has been told. When he had decided to join the pack, Mason remembers having a long discussion about playing your part and all that (he wasn't really paying much attention since despite how much time he's spent with these people his geeky mind still couldn't wrap itself around the idea that he's talking to a werewolf!).
Once Mason had collected himself enough to divert his full attention to the conversation, they had already started talking about the different pack members, they touched lightly on their skills, some on their personality and even a little on their weaknesses and things to look out for.
He had tried his best to listen to the best of his ability and retained the majority of it in his mind, but his memory wasn't the sharpest when he's internally freaking out so all he really remembers about Stiles is human, he's insanely smart and cracks all the puzzles and something about not mentioning the hospital or police station massacre that happened a couple years ago (Why? Mason has no idea).
Other than that and what he's been able to find himself (Which is nothing, but he'll never admit that) he's pretty much drawn a blank.
But out of all the things Mason expected from the overly sarcastic teen it was never ex-brother.
It's a sad thought, Mason thought, that the comic relief (aside him), the one who always tried to deflect help away from himself, the one sitting with Mason at the sidelines of the fight, had lost so much.
And so he stood their having to watch the memories, some bad some good (and Mason had a feeling they had not even touched the worst of it), of a guy Mason was starting to look up to; I mean he has apparently been in the middle of all of this since the beginning with little to no fighting skill and he was human, anyone in their right mind would at least have a little respect for that.
Also, apparently they weren't supposed to watch all of Stiles memories, just what that witch lady thought was relevant for her point to come through, so that's why they had skipped a good 6 years of Stiles life, and so they were staring at an 11 year old Stiles sitting on a large bed reading a book whilst his sisters do each other's hair next to him. Catherine had definitely grown into her skin, you could still see a little chub, but for the most part she had a sharp jaw line and her pale yellow hair fell beautifully on her chest (The Stilinski's had some nice genes, Mason secretly observed). Stiles was thin, his wide whiskey eyes seemed larger than normal which made him adorable in Mason's opinion and his dark hair was cut neatly and fell nicely to his forehead.
"How does a six year old have so much hair?"Cried the 15 year old Catherine continuing to plat her sister's hair, Lizzie giggled and Stiles looked up from his book to give a wide smile to the 6 year old before answering.
"You're just jealous because you'd rather have her hair"He decided, sticking his tongue out at her childishly.
"You're so mean Stiles" Liam grinned shaking his head
"You keep telling yourself that" She retorts returning the gesture, however their little moment was shattered by the adorably small voice of Elizabeth.
"Cathy, I'm hungry" Catherine quickly tied up the finished hair before manoeuvring the toddler into Stiles lap.
"You two stay here, I'll go get some" Stiles however had different ideas, and gave Lizzie back (But not before tickling a giggle out of her, Mason noticed)
"No no no!" He protested, crossing his arms and running to the door "I want to go with you"
"Me too" Lizze screamed gleefully bouncing up and down on the bed
"But you guys need to stay here and guard the den" Catherine tried in one last attempt to convince them all to stay
"The den will be fine, it's just for a few minutes" And before she could argue back, Stiles grabbed Lizzie and Catherine's hands and raced down the hall with them.
"I see you're as stubborn as always" Scott observed, to which everyone nodded along except Stiles who swatted Scott on the head.
When nothing happened after the children left the pack decided to try and follow after them, and the 'dream scope' actually allowed them to see what was happening downstairs. Once downstairs, Mason had to try not to let loose a gasp, and normal Stiles let his head hang low from where he was behind everyone in shame.
The living room floor was littered with empty alcohol bottles that ranged from beer to scotch, and the stench hung from the curtains, which were also stained. The Sherriff was sitting at the couch in his uniform sobbing, a glass in his hands.
"He was really heartbroken after mom died" normal Stiles rushed to explain and everyone turned to him "I know at this point it had been 2 years, but he really couldn't get over her. He poured himself into his job and when he was home would just sit there drinking, he really only started paying us attention when Lizzie got sick." He continued offering them a small smile that didn't look genuine at all (But Mason had to wonder how many of Stiles smiles really were) "He got allot better after that, but by then Catherine hated him, refused to forgive and forget. I don't blame her though because she pretty much rose Lizzie and I, and I couldn't have been that easy to take care of" He tried weakly for a joke, and we all smiled slightly more for his benefit than anything else.
A huge clang could be heard in the kitchen and we all walked in to find Catherine, Stiles and Lizzie trying (and failing) to make spaghetti Bolognese.
"It can't be that hard" reasoned Catherine "Why is this so hard?" Stiles looked into the pot and crinkled his nose in disgust
"I don't think it's supposed to be brown" He said and Lizzie, from atop of the counter, nodded in agreement.
"Maybe it needs more red things" Lizzie tried to be helpful, and the pack couldn't help but preen at the adorableness.
"Or we could just order in" Suggested Catherine and they all cheered in agreement. After placing a call for a few pizzas she turned to her siblings and grinned "You want to go back upstairs and I can redo your hair Lizzie, I'll even let Stiles try to straighten it since he wanted to so badly last time"
And the pack let out startled laughs whilst normal Stiles looked down blushing
"Hey I lived with two sisters, what do you want me to say?"
Before anyone could answer a creeping shadow enveloped them into darkness.
A harrowing scream was heard as they all came back into the world dazed, and they looked up into the familiar hospital room from the first illusion to find a crying Lizzie in her bed screaming, a tube up her nose and IV in her arm leeching what Mason guessed was chemo into her. Her hair was all gone and Catherine was trying to soothe the distressed 7 year old. Stiles was surprisingly not in the room.
"First chemo" normal Stiles said simply to the group and they all nodded dumbly not entirely sure of what to say.
"ShhshhShh It's alright Lizzie don't worry" The teen tried to no avail to quiet down the child. The pack was left to wonder why no nurses or doctors were in the room, when they spotted the Sherriff outside the door talking to a number of them, but still no sign of Stiles.
"NO NO NO! IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS" The child screamed uncontrollably attempting to try and rip out her IV, but was stopped by her sister.
"I know I know, but it'll make you better" The teen spoke gently, the child settled down considerably but still trembled and whimpered in pain.
"Cathy, what about my hair?" asked the sobbing child "It's all gone, and you'll never be able to plat it" she complained, but before the teen could answer, Stiles walked in sporting a buzzcut
"Stiles what have you done!?" Cried Cathy, obviously not having picked up what was going on, but Stiles ignored her in favour of walking to Lizzie and letting her lean on him
"I'll keep it just like this until you get your hair back" he decided, nodding surely, and Catherine gasped in the back ground, tears welling up in her eyes.
"But Stiles, I'm ugly now" whimpered Elizabeth
"No Little Elephant" began Stiles "You are so beautiful"
And the pack had a few seconds to admire how amazing Stiles is at being a big brother.
Eeeek! I love fluff and angst (is that bad?) Hope you like the chapter, reviews are always appreciated :D Thanks!