SO, I have my first camhs appointment on Monday (21st). I'm not sure when this will get posted it could be before might be after, and cba changing this note when I do post it. I'm going to getting councillor meetings, and therapy and a whole load of other things to help me and hopefully get me healthy again. I'm very scared about this but I'm also very happy that I'm getting help. I told you I had had no motivation to write, but after writing that last chapter, which took longer than I had planned (bc of the lack of motivation) I realised it had distracted me for a good few hours from all the fucked up shit inside my head, I also felt a sense of accomplishment when I got the reviews and new follows! (thank you very much to everyone who has stuck by this and reviewed on most/all the chapters posted it makes me feel really good tbh) and today I was having a bad day and attempting to study and I couldn't concentrate so I thought I would try and write another chapter, see if it distracts me again and gets me more focused. I'm sorry if it is not that good or up to the standard of my previous chapters but I will try my hardest. I love all of you so much, so here you go (sorry for rambling a little in this).

Chapter 16.

Revelations.

The silence in Stiles bedroom after Scots outburst was deafening. A concept stiles had never really grasped. The idea that it could be so quiet yet so loud had never made sence to his brain. But at this moment, as his own face mirrored the shock on Derek's, as he watched his best friend, the one who he loved more than anyone in his life, crumple in front of him, as he watched him break, he finally understood.

The pain, the loss and the fear as so obvious in Scots eyes, in his face, his body language, one look and you would know, this was someone who was broken. Stiles heart shattered into a million pieces as he watched his friends breathing become ever more laboured than it had been, as he watched the tears gather again in his eyes. He watched as Scott fell to the ground in front of them, onto his knees. The first and only sounds shattering the rippling silence were the sounds of Scots sobs, his chocking breaths.

Stiles was there in seconds, down on his knees in front of Scott. Just in time to catch his friend as he fell forwards, latched his arms around stiles neck, cradling his head in the nape of stiles neck. Stiles let his friend cry, let him soak his captain America tee in tears, completely uncaring, as he whispered reassuring words in his friends ear.

After little over a minuet Derek was there as well, at their side, wrapping his bear arms around them both, unshed tears lining his eyes. This was his pack, on was missing, and the other was completely wrecked, was breaking in front of his eyes. He didn't care about his tough guy reputation; this was where he was supposed to be, comforting his pack.

Ironically it was the shock of Derek's action which startled Scott out of what was bordering on a full blown panic attack. Stiles on the other hand, whilst pleasantly surprised was just proud, proud of his alphas actions. As Scott lifted his head and turned to face Derek, face blotchy and red from crying, he only whispered, voice not strong enough to speak loudly after his sobs, "thank you". At this Derek just shook his head, one tear, a single tear running down his cheek before he hastily wiped it away, looking slightly embarrassed.

"You, are pack, weather you want to be or not, weather you are happy about it or not." Pausing and looking at his feet, "and that means I care about you." The embarrassed look deepens, turning to a full blown blush.

There is moment of awkward silence in which Derek swiftly removes his arms from around the boy's necks and moves away, to lean against stiles desk, before stiles breaks it with an exaggerated clasp of his hands and announcing "well after what I think is the first ever honest emotional addition from sour wolf over there, I think its time we get down to business, don't you?"

Both wolves look at stiles, confused. He sighs. He mutters something so low that even the wolves struggle to hear, but Derek is sure he catches the word 'dogs' somewhere in there.

Scott, finally more composed than he had been since he arrived looks around the room, clocking the strewn paper work, the emptied files and the general chaos which is stiles bedroom. He catches the names on one of the files. Butler. Butler...why was the so familiar.

"Who were they?"

Its stiles turn to look confused, "who were who Scott?"

"the butlers?, I cant place it but the name is familiar in some way, like I've heard it in passing or something, maybe my mom knew them I have no idea."

"They were Jackson's parents," Derek answers looking up, before stiles can reply, "are you sure you've heard your mom say the name?"

"I think so, I'm not sure, but I do know she helped deliver Jackson when he was born, the his real mother, she told me the first time I went home crying because he had punched me"

Stiles sniggers, remembering the incident in 4th grade, Scott had been defending him, as Jackson loved to pick on him. It was the day he and Scott had first met, they had been bro's ever since.

"Are you sure they were his parents?"

"Yes we are positive why?"

"Because I sure I have seen the names in my mom's phones book. was the woman's name Linda?"

The shock on both stiles face is once again mirrored on Derek's who recovers first demanding Scott tells him everything.

"for years, my mom would make mysterious phone calls at all times of the night or early morning, always to a woman named Linda, she always sounded very worried, I remember from years back redialling the last number called after she had ended the conversation and then looking the number up in her phone book, I was nosey, it was defiantly under the name butler, Linda butler."

Derek glances up, looking at stiles, from confirmation that they may be thinking the same thing. The look on stiles face, the cute one where he is so deep inside his own head you can almost see the cogs moving.

"Stiles…" Derek begins but is interrupted,

"You don't think? Do you?"

"Think it is very highly possible..."

"And they think?"

"Isaac?"

"They can't possibly? Unless..."

"Exactly!"

"OH MY GOD. Will the two of you shut up and explain to me what the fuck you are talking about?!" the teen and alpha turn, realising that during their back and forth they had gradually been moving closer together and were now only inches apart, they hastily jump apart whilst still looking shocked at Scots outburst, the boy looks lost and confused, but also angry.

"I think we know what's going on, Scott, we need to go see your mom now," Derek begins fiddling in his pockets, "no Derek we are taking my jeep, where we go after, things might get a little hectic. And bumpy"

"Stiles, what are you on? What are you talking about? What has this got to do with my mom? And what about Isaac?!" Scott's voice breaks just the tiniest bit when he says his mate's name, and once again it beaks stiles heart.

"Bro, you trust me right?" Scott nods, "then get the fuck in my jeep, I will explain everything in the car ad when we talk to your mum, she is off work now isn't she?" he starts heading out the door before turning back, "and by the way, I'm on nothing, skipped my Adderall this morning, I'm hyper vigilant so this should be interesting" he winks at them before turning and hoping down the stairs. Not even waiting for either werewolf to respond.