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Stiles is just turned 15 and the boys are about to turn 14. It's been 2 years since the gods. Nothing spectacular happened that won't be mentioned in flashbacks. Visits from some gods, dealing with baby fairies.
Erica had always been a quiet girl. She kept to herself after she moved here for an unknown reasons but the rumors were enough for the snobby cliche to outcast her. Any friendships others tried to make were rebuffed even Stiles'. Eventually everyone left her alone, which seemed to be what she wanted. She would disappear every now and then but, no one but Stiles and his group knew why. Stiles had brushed up against her in the cafeteria line and had stiffened up as he read her condition from her very body. He could probably heal it as it was a disease of the body and not the soul, but it would be suspicious. She seemed to have coped with her condition so he left it alone.
Then he couldn't any longer.
She collapsed in the hallway, seizing and choking on her own spit and vomit. Her eyes rolled and she writhed. He could feel it from where he stood 10 foot away. He waited for what seemed like forever for someone to help when really it was more like 5 seconds. When he started seeing camera phones he snarled. He heard it echoed by his sons and stalked forward. Without him saying a word they split up to destroy what phones they could.
He pushed violently through the crowd ignoring indignant cries of offended people. He resisted the urge to bash every single one of their heads into the floors, ceilings or lockers. He need to help her first.
He knelt beside her and tilted her on her side so that she could breath and loosely held her arms still. She shuddered weakly in his arms and passed out from her struggles. She fell limp and he wiped her mouth with his sleeve before picking her up bridal style. He and his sons had been training and they had more muscle than what they really knew what to do with, but it was there when they needed it. Like now when he had a passed out girl to carry.
He turned in the direction of the nurses office muscles flexing as he adjusted to the weight of Erica's body. He failed to notice the drooling looks of the girls and the envious looks of the boys. He wouldn't have cared either way.
He made it to the nurse kicking in the door as gently as he could. It swung open with a bang and the nurse cussed.
"She had a attack, Mrs. James." The nurse didn't say a word, indicating she already knew what he was talking about. That would make sense, cause if she hadn't known he was going to start questioning the school's hire choice.
"Put her down. Where was she?" She went around checking the girls vitals and humming with every find.
"Biology hall." The irony didn't escape either one. She threw an assessing look at him and coughed.
"Pretty far to carry her. Isn't biology upstairs?" Stiles looked at her blankly and nodded. She hummed again and then ordered him to get out while she called Erica's parents.
"Yes ma'm."He left with out a word. The nurse stared after him and chased away the chills. He wasn't natural. There was just something wrong with the way he moved, with the way his eyes seemed so ancient compared to other teenagers she knew, even most adults she knew. His face was so still like it was bulletproof glass. That was silly. He was fourteen. And so another adult wrote off what their instincts said.
"Danger. Don't provoke the predator." Silly, like she said.
Stiles met the twins in front of the school. They handed him a basket of phones. He would go through them tonight and delete any information relating to Erica.
"Scott is calling his mom in the office about it." Stiles nodded. They sat on the steps and waited.
A short time later Scott had joined them, and the watched the entrance. Issac tapped Stiles and pointed in that direction. A black car drifted around the corner and sped through the parking lot a lot faster than the prescribed speed. It screeched to a halt and a man and woman ran from the car looking rushed and panicked. The ran towards the doors expecting the kids to move.
As one they stood and blocked the door.
"Move!"The man gestured wildly as he ran/walked. Stiles spoke calmly.
"If you go in looking like that your daughter is going to feel guilty." They stopped and gestured impatiently. Erica looked a lot like her parents. Her dad's sunny hair and the mom's leaf green eyes.
"We don't have time for this. Move. Now." Stiles crossed his arms and didn't move.
"I can't let you see Erica until you don't look like you were dragged through a bush. So make time so that she doesn't blame herself for interrupting whatever it is you were doing." The woman tried to push past but Stiles was immovable.
"You don't know what your talking about so-"
"When I started having panic attacks after my mom died, my dad would come from work looking like he'd rushed to stop stop what he was doing. I felt so guilty I started hiding the attacks from him. Until one day I ended up in the hospital from almost dying from suffocation. I'd held my breathe hoping it would prevent the attack. When he found me I was blue and on the verge of my heart stopping." It was Scott that he had hid it from not his so called dad, but the Reyes had no need to know this.
The Reyes stared at the row of boys standing between them and their daughter. They felt the need to protect their daughter from them -her own parents which was ridiculous! But if what he said was true... They remembered every time they responded to a call. They had showed up worried and rushed every time. Had she really felt guilty? Had they really done that? They should have realized. They were her parents!
Their attention was brought back to the boy who spoke.
"There is a bathroom next to the nurses office. You can straighten up there." The boys moved so that they boxed the parents in. The Reyes felt vaguely threatened, unaware how accurate that thought was. There was an unspoken conversation being held that they were ignorant of.
~If they try to see her before they are better take them down. Non-lethal.~ Stiles thought.
~Are you sure about this?~ Issac thought unsure.
~Yes~
~If you heal her, you'll have to tell them.~ Jackson pointed out.
"If they react badly, can you wipe the event form them Issac?~ Stiles directed to the boy who appeared to be staring at the floor.
~Of course~
~And we know what to do if they make a move towards Lepene.~ Determined agreement from all three caused Stiles to try to protest Scott's statement.
~We are here.~ He was prevented from arguing by arriving at the bathroom. Stiles and Scott moved to block the nurses office door. The Reyes watched the unspoken threat. That two stranger children felt the need to protect their daughter from her parents was painful. Exchanging glances they entered the bathroom. They finished quickly, eager to see Erica.
Stiles and Scott moved away from the door deeming them presentable. followed the couple into the room to see Erica sitting up and waiting for her parents. She couldn't quite hide her surprise at how unhurried they looked which caused a deep pain to stab them in the hut. What the boy said was true. They had hurt her with how worried they'd looked.
"How are you doing sweetie?" Wren Reyes smoothed a piece of her hair back and smiled down at her daughter.
"I'm fine. I didn't mean to make you leave work." She sounded sheepish. Roger Reyes stood closer and smiled.
"Don't worry, about it star." Erica smiled and nodded before the nurse turned to them.
"I'm going to go get some forms for you to sign, okay? I'll be back soon." Stiles turned to Scott who nodded.
~Make sure she's distracted long enough. Be careful, and don't get caught.~ Scott flashed a smile.
~Me caught? Never!~ Stiles smiled slightly and turned back to the Reyes to find that the Adults had watched them. Stiffening he gave them a frigid stare, causing them to look away. Stiles deflated a second later and sighed. If he was to tell them, they needed to be calm. With a thought he caused dirt to coat the cameras in the room. No need for this to be on camera.
"I need to talk to you while she's gone." Stiles stood behind the only seat left. Jackson swiftly sat in it so that he was between them and could react to a threat if need be. Issac stood behind Stiles being the least violent.
"What is it?" Wren Reyes gripped her daughters hand tightly, while Roger stood at the head of the medical bed. Stiles hesitated before spitting it out.
"I can heal your daughters epilepsy." The Reyes just stared before Roger's eyes hardened.
"Do not jerk my daughter around, giving her hope where there is none." He spat angrily. Stiles took a deep breath and with his exhale all the dirt and dust in the room rose to form a miniature unicorn that pranced along Erica's blanket leaving dirty hoof prints on the white material. He brought it up to nuzzle Erica's face which left a smudge before he dispersed the dirt to it's original place.
It was silent as the Reyes froze in shock.
"You- your a wizard?" That startled a laugh out of Jackson. They'd been heavily using Harry Potter books as a reference for their abilities before their trip to the underworld, so to hear Hagrid's famous line was hilarious. The others quickly gained offended looks.
"I apologize. We don't mean to offend you, it's just a private joke." They didn't look reassured, so he continued.
"I am an earth user and water user. Part of that means that I can heal someone of an illness if it's not too ingrained in their soul." The Reyes looked skeptical, which none of the boys could blame them for. Casting a look around he spotted a pair of scissors. He grabbed them and silently asked Jackson to raise his arm. Jackson nodded and lifted it up from the arm of the chair.
Stiles silently apologized as he cut a thin line down his arm. He ignored the shouts from all three felt Jackson flinch and he felt guilty beyond belief. He never wanted to purosely hurt his son, but the Reyes needed more proof.
~I'm so sorry. So sorry serce. This idiots need more proof, and I'm so sorry.~ He waited for the blood to swell so that the Reyes could see he was injured.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Roger Reyes had just watched this boy purposely injure his friend. What was wrong with him?
"I just made a freaking unicorn prance around the room. You still believe me. So I had to give you small minded people some more proof." He glared icily. Roger shivered violently and stepped back.
"Then why didn't you stab yourself?" This came from Mrs. Wren. Stiles closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and exhaled slowly. He spoke and was proud to say that his voice didn't shake.
"Because I am an earth element. It would heal automatically, and so you would not believe me." The woman sat back and nodded silently.
"So can I heal you now Erica?" She nodded slowly not daring to hope that the strange boy could actually take away her curse. The hope was tight in her chest and she took deep breaths as he stepped towards her.
"It's not gonna hurt. I'm going to put you sleep and when you wake up, you'll feel better."
~Stiles we just left the office. You might want to speed it up.~ Scott thought.
~Alright. Thanks.~
"Alright we need to speed this up. The nurse is on her way." Without hesitation he held his hands above her head and her stomach. They started glowing sea green. First she slumped into the table when she passed out. He took away the hand on her head and set it on top of the other hand on her stomach. The sea green glow increased and he knew that his eyes were also glowing sea green as he tapped deep into his earth magic.
She started shaking and writhing on the table.
"What are you doing? You're hurting her!"
~Issac hold her down! Jackson block the parents!~ He threw his magic as deep as it could go. He could feel the illness eating away at her bodies immune system. He started sweeping his magic through her organs cleaning them out one by one. He started with her lungs where he could feel the tar of her disease gripping he creases of it, restricting her body's oxygen intake. He attacked swiftly, knowing that it would fight to hold her under it's grip. He chipped away the tendrils as fast as he could burn them up in his magic so that they couldn't grow back. If they grew back they'd be that much stronger. When he burn the rest of it out from her lungs, oxygen started pumping stronger through her body.
He quickly set a net over the the entrance and exits to her lungs. No way would he let it circulate back. He moved on to her kidneys and liver where he next biggest amount was. Now that he knew what to look for and how to deal with it, it went faster an the lungs. He was able to clean out those within seconds of filling them with his magic. He scanned her body for anymore tar that might be hiding. It may be sticky but it was sly and could hide in the most hidden places it could find.
He was horror struck to see where i ha chosen to hide. In her womb it lined the inside and outside. It had spread itself so thin he almost missed it. Fury lit up is magic at the the diseases last attempt to survive. How dare it try to take something so precious, so sacred to many a woman? If he had let it there, she would have a VERY low chance of having children, and if she did, the tar like disease would be transferred to the baby.
It would be a cold day in the underworld before he would let that happen. He withdrew his magic as a solution came to mind. He stumbled back from the girl and sat in the chair just as the nurse walked in with the clipboard.
"So I'll just need you to sign..."she trailed off when she saw the passed out girl. "Poor dear." she continued in a whisper. "You can come back later to do this. Just go on and take her home. Roger nodded his thanks and went to pick her up. He was beaten to it by Stiles. After a tense moment they all filed out.
They were silent up to the point to where they got to the Reyes car. When Roger tried to taker her, Stiles avoided his arms.
"I need to explain something to ya'll. So if you don't mind, Issac and I would like to ride with you." He could here the protest of Scott and Jackson coming miles away.
~Take the Jeep and follow.~ Stiles had finally saved enough to get a beat up blue jeep that he loved to pieces. Realization flashed and feelings. of apology were given among them. The Reyes were stiff the whole ride here, clearly not happy with them. They arrived at their house in due time, Stiles gently carrying her through the house and into the living room. He had only just gotten her settled when Roger grabbed his shoulder and twisted him around.
"What he hell was that?" He hissed quietly. Stiles held up a hand to keep Issac from killing the man. Issac may not be violent, but when he was he was quite...vicious.
"If you'll calm down, and wait for the rest o my sons to get here..." He trailed of ignoring the spluttering man.
"S-sons? Your 14!"
"15."
"Not the point!" Stiles sighed in relief when Jackson and Scott walked in. The Reyes parents sat down expectantly.
"Let me wake her up." He tapped her forehead gently, and she woke with a deep breath. She turned on her side and spit out a black substance all over the carpet. Her mom and dad jumped up in alarm.
"Erica?! Baby are you alright?" Wren knelt in beside her daughter, not caring that the tar got on her clothes.
"What was that?!" Roger was once again in Stiles face.
"That was left over epilepsy her body is now rejecting." He said calmly, making sure that his sons didn't react violently.
"I'm mom. I feel..." There were no words as she trailed off with a smile. She sank into the cushions and Mrs. Reyes laughed as she sat back on her heels.
"That's great honey. She turned to Stiles but her smile faded when she saw the serious look on his face. She paled drastically.
"What? What's wrong?" Stiles gestured for them to sit down. They did so slowly gripping each other tightly. Erica had turned, her earlier buzz gone.
"I can get rid o it permanently" He reassured them quickly. "But in order for me to rid it completely...I need to de-age you to a baby again. It's either that or every 6 months I re-heal you." Erica just stared in shock, not sure what to say. "In the process, I'll have to connect my soul with your, so in a way, you'll have three parents. Don't worry I won't be in our life after I heal you if you don't want me to be." She locked eyes with her parents who just stared at their baby girl. It would be up to her.
She switched her gaze to Stiles and gazed deeply into his eyes. She spoke slowly as if every word cost her.
"I choose to be d-aged. There's not much I would miss anyway, and what I would miss is going to re-raise me." Mrs. Reyes gave a watery chuckle as she cried. "And you can be around me. I imagine I could do worse for a third parent." Stiles curved his mouth slightly, but could feel the rising hostility behind him. He wasn't welcome in their family. She didn't need to know that.
"I'm going to knock you out." She nodded and laid back, locking eyes with her parents not wanting to look away till she didn't have a choice. Stiles looked away from the heartbreaking scene having a rare moment of envy. Her eyes closed as he sent his magic into her system.
He scoured and scraped any last remaining trace in her womb and anywhere else that they'd hid in the ceases of her body. Finally she was clean of the tar clinging to her soul and spirit. He connected glowing eyes with the elder Reyes as he washed his magic in her soul and surrounded her soul with his. He cradled it gently, stroking it soothingly as slowly regressed her soul and body to that of a week old baby. He choked back a sob as her beautiful soul connected with his. It was instant love. That of mother with her, or in this case, his child.
He came out of the trance to see himself cradling a tiny baby with a tuft of blonde hair. She was so beautiful. He started to smile at her when a throat cleared.
"We want our daughter back now." Stiles breath caught as grief threatened to overwhelm him. It wasn't rational. He barely knew this baby, but it was his too! He choked back the grief as best as he could. He could feel the resent and hostility from them as he cradled their child. He never imagined he would feel this connected, this attached! If he'd known- No, even if he'd known he would have done it anyways.
"She's healed. Anyone who wasn't in this room won't remember her ever being a teenager. They'll remember you being pregnant." His voice was hoarse from the amount of pure emotion he was holding back. Jackson wrapped an arm around Stiles as he fought himself, so that he could hand her over. They had no idea how much he wanted to run with her screaming 'MINE'.
"Thank you. Now please leave." Stiles nodded and the 4 boys vanished instantly. He collapsed as soon as he appeared in his room.
He keened a heartbreaking wail, his busy shaking as it curled into a fetal position. He was gathered up by his sons and placed on the bed where he continued to lose himself in an overwhelming sense of loss. His soul cried out in agony at being separated from his daughter. It was like fire burning the edges of his soul, slowly killing it in a tortuous pain. His boys were quiet as they surrounded him on the bed. They gave what little comfort they could. They didn't know what to do. A part of them wanted to go and yell at the Reyes, but their mom was more important.
It was a long week.
Stiles was never the same after that. He was quieter, and if possible he was even more attentive to his sons. Every now they would catch sight of the Reyes and Erica and they would run the other way. He often sent feelings of love through the bond he had with Erica. He would be woken every time she woke in the the middle of the night, every time she was cranky because she was hungry, and every time she felt sick, he was there. He'd send the tune of one of his favorite lullaby as a child. He made pretty lights dance through her mind keeping her occupied. It's the least he could do.
Stiles started getting better though. It'd been 6 moths and he was on his way to it not hurting so much, though it would always hurt. He was currently shopping in the local supermarket. He'd just gotten paid from the mechanics shop he worked at. He was going to try to make a big supper tonight. They'd been living a little sparse, but Scott had just gotten a job at a vets in the next town over. So he could afford to treat them a little.
He was just considering the prices of two different brands of mac and cheese, when a hand reached over his head.
"This brand taste better." He whirled to see Talia Hale standing behind him. He frantically searched for his sons through their bond. He calmed when he felt them at home. He had avoided the Hale's for so long, why couldn't that luck just hold out. As soon as she registered what she was smelling, she'd know what he was.
'Please don't smell it' He prayed silently. Apparently Zeus was still a little offended, because her eyes widened.
"Thank you." He grabbed the box and put it in his buggy before walking away calmly, leaving a shocked Talia. He had just turned the corner when her eyes narrowed.
"Foolish child, messing with things he doesn't understand." She had some questions for Deaton. She turned and left too.
When Stiles got home he told his sons what had happened while trying not to panic. His sons calmed him down. Maybe a little too much. Because later that night their guard was down while they snuggled.
Suddenly People started crashing through the window. Stiles saw a flask of claws and amber.
~Werewolves!~ This mental shout caused the boys to fight harder. They manged to injure a couple, trying to hold their magic back. If they let it loose it could seriously injure someone. They resorted to purely physical fighting. Stiles was back to back with Scott. Scott hooked his arms through Stiles and twirled so fast he was a blur. Stiles body was used as a weapon as he kicked werewolves as he passed. 'Thank you over dramatic movies for your inspiration' he mentally cheered. That cheer turned into a curse as he felt a pain go up his side. He now had a deep gash from his waist to his armpit where it stopped below his shoulder. Scott viciously gave a right hok to the werewolf responsible.
Jackson had just kicked one in the balls before turning the kick into a pure ballerina move. He somehow how ended up in a double back flip position with 3 unconscious werewolves around him.
Issac was the first to go down. A werewolf had sunk his claws into Issac's thigh causing him to scream so loud he shattered the window. It was like the world slowed down to crawling pace as the other 3 turned to Issac slumped on the ground, blood gushing into a puddle around his leg. 'At least it didn't hit an artery was the vague thought that circulated through the boys heads. And just like that time sped up and They were fighting to get to Issac.
"ISSAC!" Stiles sent out whips of his magic. Werewolves cried out as Stiles magic burned them, but he could care less. All he could see was his son. Issac lay in a were's arms a blood trail falling from his mouth. It was with a feral rage that surprised the werewolves, he tore through whatever what was in his way. He ripped and clawed is way through them, trying to get to the boy. All he could think was 'not another one , please don't take another one.' Scott and Jackson stopped aiming to knock out. They were aiming to kill now. They followed their mother taking care of the ones on the sides as they charged to their fallen brother.
They were nearly there when Stiles felt his other sons being taken down. He snarled wildly. His magic swinging wildly as he fought. He tore at whatever skin he could get at. Blood coated his hands and shirt in a macabre vision of rage. It took a total of 20 werewolves to bring him down and even then he fought and fought till they had to knock him out in order to transport him such was his resistance.
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When Stiles woke up he was tied to a chair in the middle of a living room. He kept his heartbeat calm, and opened his eyes. In front of him was Talia Hale along with her brother, and the vet Deaton. He felt a moment of amusement. His prediction all those years ago was right. She went to Deaton. He stretched feeling his wound tear open on his side. He looked down to see red blossom on his shirt. 'Man, I hate blood stains'
"You kidnapped me, and my family." He said this calmly as if stating the sky was blue. But even as he was calm on the outside he was panicking and prodding the bonds connecting him to his sons. He woke up Jackson who jerked awake and started struggling, startling the wolf guarding him. He shh'd him urgently.
~Stop! Baby stop!~ Stiles soothes as quickly as he could. Jackson quickly calmed and clung to the bond.
~I'm going to wake your brothers. Help me with Issac." Jackson mentally nodded.
~Can you get out of our bonds when you need to?~Jackson gave a mental duh and Stiles held in a chuckle. Even kidnapped Jackson was sassy. So turned his attention back to the Hales just as they started speaking.
"Yes. And do you know why?" Stiles' glared icily. He really wasn't feeling like answering a Q&A.
"Maybe you're a family of perverts." Talia's eyes lashed red. Stiles sat back as if he was only now just realizing they were werewolves.
"Okay maybe you're a pack of perverts." Talia'a brother Peter laughed causing Talia to growl at him.
"Not quite, little rabbit." Talia stepped forward her whole body screaming disapproving parent.
"We kidnapped you because you are messing with things you shouldn't." Talia looked down her nose disapprovingly. Stiles stared at her blank faced. He woke up Scott who reacted similar to Jackson. Talia's head tilted as she listened. They quickly talked him down. He calmed, and now all they had to do was try to wake up Issac without a catastrophe happening.
"And what exactly am I messing with?" He stared at her with a silent challenge, daring her to say snarled placing her claws at his throat. Stiles stared back a dark smirk on his face (think nogitsune smirk) and tilted his head.
"Know your place, pup." Stiles raised an eyebrow.
"My... place? You must have me confused with someone else. I am not one of your werewolves to order around. You may be an Alpha, but you sure as hell ain't mine.
"You live on Hale territory. And you practice magic, which makes you fall under my rules."
"And that is where you are wrong. You seem to be under the impression that all of Beacon hills is your territory. So naive. So..arrogant." He didn't say it only because it would make her angry, but also because it was true. It was arrogant and naive to assume all of Beacon Hills was hers. No see she owned a part of the preserve, and a little bit of downtown. The rest however belonged to Stiles, and Issac.
The Seelies had given up their territory that they had, in exchange for the cities he built them in his yard and in the forest. Issac was granted the streams, the other parts of the preserve, and the parts of town that bordered the ocean for his efforts in cleaning the ocean with Stiles.
"Are you challenging me?" She sounded incredulous. They had finally gotten Issac awake who immediately freaked out 10 times worse than Jackson. Talia's and Peter's head turned sharply, but Issac calmed shortly under the ministrations of his family.
"No I'm stating a fact. You barely have any territory here. My territory is half the downtown area, and most of the forest. Issac owns the uptown part and the waters in beacon hills. That doesn't leave you with much. But it does leave you having invaded MY territory."
"Your a witch. You don't have territory." She said patronizingly as if speaking to a child. Though to her he must have been one. He switched subjects.
"So you kidnapped me because I was practicing magic. Why? He is a witch and yet he is not tied to a chair." He jerked his head in the vets direction. Talia retracted her claws, but retained the superior 'I'm an adult so I know best' look on her face.'
~Lepene, I wanna go home~ Issac's soft voice was hard to hear, Stiles had to strain to even hear his thought. Stiles had known this would effect his son, and tried to reign in his anger. If they didn't get out of this soon weeks of recovery would be gone in the blink of an eye. 'Must not kill Hales Must not Kill Hales' he chanted.
~Shh Izzy, just give momma a second while he works his magic~ Thank the gods for Jackson he silently praised. Peter spoke now.
"He's not tied up because he's been practicing magic for years and can control it. You on the other hand, you and the other boys are dabbling kids who have no idea what your doing. In simpler terms, he is Picasso , you are a preschooler with finger paint. So for your own good and that of everyone around you we have kidnapped you so that we can teach you control.
~Lepene, Issac is slipping into his coma!~ Panic set his heart thrumming wildly. Issac, if reminded to deeply about traumatic events, could potentially slip into a coma until his mind felt safe. The werewolves in the room cocked their heads, and he imagined that his sons heartbeats had skyrocketed.
"What's goi-" Stiles cut Deaton off and stood from the chair, the rope falling showing where they'd been cut. Talia and Peter tensed immediately wary. And they should be because Stiles was on a hair trigger.
"For your information, I and my son's have been practicing magic for 6 years now. We started at the age of nine. We are not out of control, we do not need your help, and more importantly if you do not let me out of this room in the next 30 second I'm going to send all of you through the wall." No one moved all the adults overconfident against what they saw as a teenager. Stiles was fair. He waited 3 seconds.
From out in the hallway stood 6 werewolves. They were confident their Alpha would show that upstart human who was the boss in this territory. Suddenly they heard a loud crack and only had a second to widen their eyes before-
CRASH! BOOM!
Suddenly wood was flying as they were hit with the flying bodies of their pack. They all coughed and winced as they shifted to try to stand. And emerging in a truly unintentionally dramatic fashion was Stiles Stillinski. He stepped down from the hole dust and dirt floating around him as he fluffed his hair trying to get debris of his person.
"I warned you. You should have not kept me from my sons." With that he turned and sprinted with a disturbing amount of accuracy towards the places where they held the other three.
Talia coughed as she felt her ribs crack back into place. Determined she ran after the boy. Powerful or not he was still a child, and he would obey.
Stiles met Jackson and Scott at the door holding their serce. They blew the whole wall out knocking the werewolf watching Issac out in the process. Stiles didn't waste a moment. He tore the ropes of of Issac using his bare hands before picking Issac up. He cradled him like a child, Issac's head tucked into his neck.
Issac's mind which had been slipping farther and farther away stopped retreating as soon as he felt his mom touch him. Then he felt Jackson and Scott gather around each one touching him...begging him to stay. The void felt so nice.. ..But Jackson needed him, Scott needed him, and most importantly his mom needed him. He flashed to Stiles reaction to losing Erica. Stiles had barely known her and he still grieved for her 6 months later. If he were to lose Issac...
Issac's eyes snapped opened he gasped into his mom's neck as sobs caught in his chest. Stiles ran his hand through his son's hair, Jackson stroking his back while Scott hugged them all.
Talia and Peter arrived ready to rip the boys a new one for daring to stand against them in their territory. They froze as they saw the scene before her. The boys were huddled in a tight circle around a boy who clung to Stiles like a newborn could hear the desperate sobs of the boy cradled so carefully in Stiles' arms and felt guilt. They had torn Stiles from his pack, from his...sons? Never mind that. If someone had kidnapped Talia's children they would have killed them all, and they realized how lucky they were not to be dead. Talia cleared her throat.
All the boys tensed as they turned to where where the werewolves stood. They brought up their magic ready to attack if they needed to.
"I just wanted to apologize." If anything that made Stiles' and his family even more wary. Talia was not a fool. She nodded in acceptance of their caution.
"I have realized what I've done. I would like to arrange a meeting from one Alpha to another." Stiles watched her carefully. It could be a trick. It could be a genuine offer. He shifted Issac to Jackson. It was better he find out now rather than later.
~Take Issac home. I'll keep the connection wide open. Scott will you-~
~As if you have to ask.~ Scott scoffed.
Stiles let a fond curl of the lip out towards Scott before he smoothed his expression.
"I agree to this meeting. My son Jackson is going to take Issac home. Scott and I will stay." Talia's face tightened as her wolf bucked at the command. She forced it down. She didn't wish to anger the boy...yet.
"That is fine." Peter shifted cagily when Jackson immediately shifted home. To have that kind of ability was dangerous for a child to have. Going by Talia's reaction she agreed.
Stiles waited until he was sure the boys were home safe before speaking to them.
"Alright, so where are we having this pow wow?"