Guys I actually cannot begin to apologise enough. I am actually so sorry. The past few months have been very difficult for me. I had a lot of personal issues to deal with health wise. I'm not there yet. I'm still recovering or on the road to but I have had no motivation to write or do anything and I have completely disappointed all of you. I am so fucking sorry. I never meant to abandon you after you had been so good to me with your reviews and follows and urgh I'm sorry :'( *cry's*. I actually cannot explain how much I appreciate anything you have all done for me with your support its been unreal. This is a chapter I wrote before I abandoned you but never got a chance to start. No smut again apologies. And it ends on a complete cliff hanger. I have a seven hour train journey today though so I will attempt to make a start on the next chapters but I am not making any promises, again I am so sorry. But it seemed a little more important to get my mental health at least a little better before I continued it and as I said I had no motivation to write.
I really hope you enjoy this chapter its not long, probs crap as well but its something.
When things are too good to be true.
Unfortunately for Isaac and Scott, even thought their relationship was slowly becoming perfect, the supernatural was not holding for them. While the two had been sorting out their relationship issues stiles had been working closely with Derek and occasionally Erica. When he and Scott had had their catch up his best friend had been seriously surprised at how like the room had smelt like the two of them. Mostly Derek. And it was everywhere, all the furniture almost as if he had been rubbing himself up and down everything like a dog (still not too low for dog jokes). After the first pack meeting Derek had began to pay serious attention to everything he said, like they guy even took notes occasionally when Stiles gave him a run down of the days research. Unfortunately the alpha didn't give him much time to think to deeply about it as he was always with him and pushing him to find out more. But what really surprised stiles was that even thought Derek really was pushing him, he was being ridiculously nice. Derek hale was being nice. Like smiling and laughing and playing along with stiles nonsense nice. This ultimately baffled Stiles and nothing, except maybe how Lydia always looked perfect even when she was bat shit crazy, truly baffled Stiles.
Thinking about Lydia had always been one of stiles main exports, except now, he rarely did, and when he did it was usually with nothing but concern after she had had the occasional public meltdown or freak out. He felt nothing for her, romantically that is. His feelings ultimately had changed. He loved her like a sister but nothing more. Explaining this to scot and also to Erica, to whom he had grown very close to recently, had produced confusion from Scott, but a knowing glance and change of subject from Erica. Once again Stiles was completely confused. So this is why, on the one night Derek had given him off of research he was sitting, thinking about everything that had been confusing him trying to make sense of it all.
That is, until Derek had climbed through his window breathless, sweating and looking completely panicked.
"Stiles, you can hack the police records, or using your dads pass codes or whatever? Or you know at least get access to them somehow? Rite?"
"uhm yea Derek, my dad stupidly keeps backup paper files here in the house. He thinks I don't know. Silly father."
"Get them. Now. I need you to research Jacksons parents. His real ones."
"Shit Derek what?! Why?! Like that is seriously stalkerish even for you, and you like to hang around people windows in the middle of the night so…"
"Not the time stiles!" Derek had shouted. And Derek hadn't shouted at him in a while. Stiles was almost tempted to cower in fright but he knew Derek's threats were never anything more than empty threats so he resisted the urge. "Just do it, its important."
He had nodded once and then lest, walking into his dads room where he knew the paper files were stashed away under the bed. He grabbed Jacksons file and quickly opened it, discovering the jocks names parents he proceeded to pull the largest file from the stash. 'Linda and Marcus Butler – deceased January/8th/1996.' The file was enormous.
"I-" stiles cut off mid sentence as he had walked into his room to find Derek topless laying on his bed. It took him a moment to recover and just shrug it off. "this file. Its ridiculous. Like look at it, its bigger than the fir-" he cut of again, internally kicking himself. "ehm anyway, yeah, they are dead, on jan 8th 1996, wait shit! That would have been Jacksons first birthday, what the hell?!" they died on his birthday! Does he even know they are dead?"
"no, he things they abandoned him. Open it, we have a lot of work to do."
"one night Derek, one night off. Fuck sake. Oh well. Why is this relevant anyway?"
"Remember what you found in the bestiary? With Alison? About the kanima having some kind of mental blockage? I have been thinking lot about that, and I know this is harsh but up until a few months ago Lydia had the perfect life, and this has to be a deep physiological issue, as in like all you life there, and abandonment? Feeling like you're not good enough? Not wanted? Qualifies for that." He paused letting stiles inhale the information he was laying out. "The website that mentioned murder? It almost has to be almost inherited? The need for revenge? To obey? It all leads to Jackson. His parents were hard core criminals. They moved around a lot before he was born, my parents knew them before Jackson was born, they knew about the supernatural. I found a book in my family storage which mentioned them in a footnote. So I researched." Stiles had smirked saying he was proud. "The need for revenge, someone used a kanima to kill Jacksons parents. Look here."
They pored over the files. It was all so familiar. 'Unknown animal attack' was the official cause of death. Long claw like gashes had been discovered on both bodies. and scales. And a paralytic toxin. It was all the same. So familiar to both of them.
"so" stiles started finally putting the pieces together, " Jackson had an inherited ability to murder because his parents were badass. He also has an urge for revenge on murderers as his parents were murders. He feels like he must have someone to obey at all times because of the abandonment and low self worth? But why is the fact his parents were killed by a Kanima relevant. I have always thought Jackson was capable of murder not going to lie to you."
"think stiles, think back to the very first research session we had what we had discovered?"
Stiles was confused, he didn't understand what Derek was talking about that was when they had confirmed the metal block cause of turning into a kanima. But. Oh. There had also been another way of being turned which could only be linked to block but would guarantee tuning.
"He was made to be this way. The kanima that killed his parents. It bit him didn't it?" stiles asked, uncertain of his conclusion but Derek was nodding frantically, long abandoned his pose on the bed he was now pacing the length of stiles bedroom at an inhuman walking pace. "okay. So its defiantly Jackson, and when you gave him the bite you just like activated the dormant kanima within him?" more nodding. "we have to tell the pack. This means war doesn't it, he can't be cured? Can he? Because it's a block and a bite? There is no way is there?"
The pacing stopped. "I don't know. Originally his body had tried to reject the bite. Like it was defending itself. Like it knew what he would turn into. There is a chance. But it would be very difficult."
"fine. Can you explain why you are topless and looked so panicked when you got here?" stiles asked pointedly. He was unsure weather it was appropriate but really he wanted to know.
"I ran from Jackson's house. I was there when the realisation hit me. He was talking to his friend Danny? The one who was here when I was still a fugitive?" he chuckled slightly remembering how he had been used as a bargaining tool to the boy. "He was upset. He had had a fight with his parents and he had shouted at them he had sad they weren't his real parents and they should stop pretending to love him. That they didn't care about him. He had felt so guilty when talking to Danny. He knows that they love and care about him deeply. But subconsciously he doesn't believe it; somewhere deep inside him he is highly damaged."
"wow." Stiles literally didn't know what to say. He actually felt sorry for the jock. He never thought that would happen, the boy had tormented him for most of his life. But low self esteem, and lack of self worth, they were things stiles could relate to. He understood them. He knew what Jackson would be going through. But Jackson was so much better at hiding his, he could confident and like he didn't have a care in the world and everyone was scared of him or respected him for it. Stiles on the other hand just always appeared over excited and happy. No one knew he was just over compensating for his lack of self confidence and his self hatred. Because that is what it was? He really hated himself most of the time. But he never let anyone see that aide of him except Scott, on the odd occasion, when his friend had been particularly selfish, as he had been recently. But that was over now. He had forgotten it. He knew his friend had just been going through a lot and had just forgotten. Well that was actually a lie. He had let Derek in. The few days after he had been attacked by the kanima at the garage he had been a state he had lied to Scott telling him he was fine but he wasn't. It had been gruesome and horrific to watch, he had watched completely helpless as the mechanic was crushed. It had haunted him for nights on end. And eventually the only way he could successfully sleep was when the alpha had crawled into bed with him and held him. He had thought nothing of it, I mean they were pack. They cared for each other. But now, after everything he had been thinking about before the alpha had arrived in a state of panic to his house, made a little more sense. Why was he so comfortable around Derek, he was more himself around him than he was anyone.
"stiles…" it was said so softly that stiles didn't know weather he had actually heard it or not. But he never got the chance to find out if he was imagining things or if Derek had actually whispered his name as Scott came barrelling through the door, apparently actually using the key stiles had given him instead of the window for once. It pulled him straight out of his currently tangent thoughts. The expression on his face was horrible to look at. He was pale, sweating and his eyes were red from obvious tears.
"It's Isaac. He is missing."