Peter's scent was strong enough that the boys could tell he'd been around the recovery home for quite a while. There was something wrong with that bit of information and it tugged at Scott's attention. Unfortunately, he didn't have a lot of time to think about it because the two werewolves were chasing after the fresh lead.

Scott and Genim were flying down the wooded path. They might have been tempted to wolf out if they hadn't been going towards town. Dread filled Scott's stomach when he realized where they were heading. He could care less about the town, other than it was his territory and filled with innocent people. No, he had realized that they were running towards Beacon Hills Hospital; the place his mom was currently working.

Scott stilled and pulled out his phone. Genim stopped a few paces up the trail. The alpha hit the speed dial for the sheriff, waiting for the answering, "Hello."

"Parish, is John with you right now?" Scott rushed out.

The deputy wasn't fazed by the call at all. "Yeah, he's right here." Scott could actually hear the sheriff on the other end asking what was going on.

"I have reason to believe that Peter and Kate might be watching the human members of the pack." Scott might be slow at some things but he knew when a timely warning could help save lives. He also knew the value of backup. "We're heading towards the hospital and I think Peter might already be there."

In the background, Scott could hear the sheriff talking to Parish, "Tell, them we're on our way." "He says-

"We'll see you there." Scott said, cutting off Parish. Poor guy. But it wasn't like they had a whole lot of time. The two wolves picked up the pace and were running all out again.

"What was that?" Genim asked, anger lacing his words.

Scott growled at the other version of his best friend, informing him that he didn't like that tone. "I was calling for back up." He told the other boy, calmly.

"Why'd you call the cops? You could have called Derek or Isaac. Now the place will be crawling with pigs." Genim still had a bit of anger there, but he was noticeably holding back.

What really surprised Scott was Genim's attitude towards the officers. Stiles, and he assumed Genim, grew up at the station. Those officers he'd just called pigs were like aunts and uncles to the boy. "The cops can get there the fastest." Scott said simply.

Stiles grunted, "You're gonna spook Peter. We're going to lose the trail."

Scott continued, a little angry himself, "My mom might be in danger. I don't care if we 'spook' Peter and I trust the sheriff; he's Pack too. Don't you trust your dad."

"No, I don't!" Genim blurted out, warming up to the argument. The wolf's anger was obviously getting in the way of his filter. Genim must have realized what he said because he immediately clammed up.

That sounded like a story to Scott. The question was, did they have the time to address it? Could they afford not too? God, he was getting sick of those questions. Finally, he decided that if he was going to go into a potentially dangerous situation with a loose cannon, Scott might as well find out what would set the other werewolf off. "Tell me about it." It felt like cheating to use his alpha voice, but that didn't stop him from using it.

"Some things happened when I 'came out' to my dad." Genim grumbled. Gone was the rage and sorrow was left over. Sorrow and resignation.

"Wait, you're gay?" Scott asked, totally surprised.

Genim let out a strangled laugh and shook his head. "The whole wolf thing, Scott. When I came out about being a werewolf."

"Oh," Scott said, understanding the- what was that again- metaphor of the situation. Maybe it was a slimily; some sort of comparison thingy? "Good, it'd be weird if you were suddenly gay."

Genim frowned, "Hey, I could be gay."

"Are you?" Scott asked, surprised, then started back peddling, "I mean, it's cool if you are. I wouldn't start treating you different or anything. I mean, I don't really care with Danny and Ethan-"

"Scott."

"-There's Mason too. And, and I think Liam might be…"

"Scott!" Genim yelled, finally getting the alpha's attention. "Dude, focus."

"Right," Scott said, still loping towards the hospital, "What were we talking about again?"

Genim suppressed a chuckle at the alternate version of his childhood friend. "We were talking about when I told my dad about all this," He said, gesturing to world at large. "The craziness that is Beacon Hills."

"So what 'things' happened?" Scott asked, finally catching up.

Genim huffed a sigh and scratched his head. Scott briefly thought that was an awkward move to make while running. It kinda reminded him of Stile's clumsiness but Genim never faltered in his pace. "That's a long story."

Scott was dying to know but time was of the essence, "Cliffnote's version."

"The Sheriff kinda stumbled upon a murder." Genim Started.

Scott nodded, there were a lot of supernatural murders in Beacon Hills. "What did it?"

"Me." Genim said simply.

Scott did a double take as the horror of what the other wolf had said sunk in. He ran into a tree for his trouble. "Ooph!"

"Scott, buddy, are you ok?" Genim had to jog back to where Scott had fallen into some leaf litter.

Scott had recovered his lost wind, but he hadn't moved still, considering what the wolf had just told him. Maybe Kate and Peter weren't the only psychos running around. But this was Stiles, a different, scarier version of Stiles. Not quite as scary as Nogitsu-Stiles. But a Stiles, none the less. Stiles wouldn't just kill someone without a good reason. Although, there were some things he had threatened Liam with when the boy had gotten bit. But, that was a relatively good reason. Still, he should probably let Genim explain before he came to any conclusions. Good idea.

Scott let Genim help him back up to standing position before he growled out, "Explain."

Genim looked a little resentful at the command, but complied. Not like he really had a choice when Scott used his alpha voice. "A hunter killed one of my friends. I killed her back."

The way Genim said 'her' raised quite a few red flags, but Scott let it be. Killing a hunter who killed a friend seemed like a perfectly good reason to kill someone. On to the next question, "How did you dad find out?"

"What can I say, it was sloppy." Genim shrugged. "I didn't have time to plan it out; it was all reaction, at the time. Anyway, Peter wasn't around and I was dragged out of there before I could think straight, let alone clean up the crime scene."

"So your dad found evidence of you killing her?" Scott asked. They were nearing the hospital. He had to wrap up the interview fast.

"No, they thought an animal had attacked her… inside a bar. But my prints on the door put me at that the scene of the crime." Genim said nonchalantly. "The sheriff put two and two together and wasn't happy about it."

"And?" Scott prodded. He definitely didn't miss how Genim kept referring to the man who raised him by his title.

"And, he kicked me out." Genim shrugged.

"He what!?" Scott was incredulous.

Genim's eyes had taken on a shininess but his tone was filled with anger, maybe a little pain. "We had words and he told me, 'you're no son of mine.'"

"Melissa and Peter took me in, it was a rough time." Genim took a big breath. "After that, there was that Derek thing and we never got to mending that fence."

"Jeez," Was the only thing Scott could think to say.

"Yeah, well, my life is pretty fucked up." Genim told Scott, "Let's not let yours get there."

Scott nodded emphatically. They were at the hospital and he spotted a cruiser parked by the drop off area. "Are you going to be cool working with Stiles' dad?"

Genim seemed a little confused at the differentiation, then it seemed to click. This sheriff was not his father and things hadn't gone down the same way. He nodded once to tell Scott he understood. This was good because couldn't afford to babysit the dimension traveler around the cops; they had more important things to deal with.

The wolves walked, instead of ran, through the glass doors so as not to draw any unwanted attention. However, Scott wanted to sprint towards his mom. The hall definitely smelt of Peter, as if he'd been there a few times recently. That sicko was stalking Melissa, again.

"Boys, over here." John called them over to where he, Melissa, and Parish were huddled away from the nurse's station. "I sent a deputy to watch Lydia's house and another to watch Liam's friend, Mason's home. I figured the Nakamuras and Argents didn't need the help."

"Thanks, I appreciate it." Scott told the sheriff, sincerely. He gave his mom a hug, reassuring himself that she was alright. It looked like Genim wanted to make sure of her safety for himself as well. Melissa wasn't someone who turned down hugs so she grabbed him when he hesitated. Scott ignored them as he told the sheriff, "We caught Peter's scent heading this way. It looks like he's been here awhile."

"You think he's stalking Melissa again?" The sheriff asked, all business.

"Yeah," Scott said, subtly sniffing the air, "Maybe a week. But he comes here often; the place reeks of him." Scott sniffed again. There was something off about Peter's scent.

"Have you seen him around lately?" Parish asked Melissa.

Melissa, who was embarrassingly wiping the clinging leaf bits off of Scott's back, shook her head. "No, I haven't seen that creep in a long time. I didn't even know that he was still in town. Hang on… I have felt like someone has been watching me. I thought it was left over jitters from when that fox demon was staying in the hospital." The fact that Melissa was still having the heebie-jeebies from the Nogitsune a year later said something about how disturbing that monster was.

"Where have you felt like this?" Genim asked her.

"Near the MRI machine. That's why I thought it was just memories." Melissa said, crossing her arms around herself.

"I know where that is. Come on Genim." Scott said, gesturing for the other wolf to follow. The Sheriff and Parish said something about asking the other nurses if they'd seen the 'suspect'.

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Scott had easily led them to the MRI room where he had thought his best friend had been dying. One of those things that you never quite get over, let alone forget. He didn't get to reminisce for long because Genim took off down the hall. "What are you doing?"

"He's here!" Genim shouted back. Now that Scott thought about it, the scent had gotten stronger. He lost sight of Genim as he went around a corner. When he barreled around the same corner, he could see that Genim was now chasing someone and that someone was actually running away. Woot! They'd found Peter. Although, dashing down the crowded corridor seemed like a bad idea.

Scott found himself avoiding doctors, nurses, and patients. Not to mention, they were probably being caught on camera. This was going to be hard to explain later. That is, if there was a later. Scott was running into gurneys and chairs. Where the heck was his werewolf grace. He was going to trip over something and kill himself.

Genim and Peter, on the other hand, looked like they were doing parkour. Peter would go leaping over a bed and Genim, easy as pie, would slide under it and be back up to running on the other side. Meanwhile, Scott would have to go around the bed as well the angry orderlies . He was dropping further and further behind the two. God, Scott realized, he had to work out more. Not just the normal day to day running away from and chasing monsters; but an actual regiment. This was getting ridiculous. He wondered whether Derek would have been able to keep up. The older werewolf practically lived at the gym.

Up ahead, Scott watch as Peter clawed some poor guy's IV open. Genim used the bar to swing around the corner after Peter. Scott put on some speed to catch up. He was horrified as he lost traction and slid on the slippery tile. Oh. That was why Peter did that. Caution; wet floor. Scott tried to correct his balance and his feet went out from under him. He groaned as he slammed into the opposite wall. Thanks Genim, for the heads up, he thought sarcastically. Scott slipped and slid his way up and continued to run after the pair.

Scott made it around yet another corner in time to see the back stairwell close. Screw this. He hit the down button on the elevator. The was a soft ding after a relatively short wait. The door started opening and Scott climbed through, tapping a few times on the 'close door' button. He hit the button for the ground floor and waited.

Scott was, at first, grateful that he was alone in the elevator. Just him and his thoughts. And the annoyingly soft elevator music. Why did elevators always have soft jazz playing? What was the point? Annoy people so they used the stairs. One one-thousand, two one- thousand, three- Scott shifted uncomfortably, so that he was leaning against a hand rail. He could now feel his bumps and bruises for the second time that day. When was the elevator going to get- Ding. Oh.

As the door opened, Scott was out in a flash, heading for the stairwell. He could hear growls and a thud coming from behind the door, which made Scott glad that he hadn't missed them. Go him, cutting off the escape route. He was about to turn the handle, when the solid steel door slammed into his face. He felt his nose burst on impact. The pain blacked out his vision and he let the door fully swing him away from the opening. Today was not his day. He felt blood gush down his chin and felt someone breeze past him.

There was a yelped, "Scott!" in the distance. Scott tried to open his swelling eyes to get a better picture of what was going on. He saw an upside down Stiles run out of the hospital. Were those claws? Must be Genim. This was going to be hard to explain to the cameras. Does one talk to cameras? His brain was awful foggy. Melissa was there holding a towel to his nose, making him lean forward. This was good because Scott wasn't too thrilled with the taste of his blood running down the back of his throat.

Ugh. Scott had just let Peter escape for the second time that day. At least he hadn't broken another rib. Speaking of which. "Mom." She was grumbling under her breath; apparently complain about supernatural dangers. "Mom," Scott nasally said again, finally getting her attention, "I need you to set my nose, now."

"Sure," She said. Melissa understood the need to be quick about it. She took the towel away and placed a hand on either side of his nose. He took a breath and, without any warning, there was a painful pop and then a lack of pressure. It felt good to have his nose back in position; but it was still bleeding, so he took the towel from her.

The sheriff was running towards him. "What happened?"

"Peter escaped." Scott informed, with the towel to his nose.

"Again?" That was Parish.

"And my son?" John Stilinsky was worried.

Scott wondered how Genim would take that question. Technically, Genim was, strictly speaking, not the sheriff's son. But it didn't seem like John cared a whole lot about technicality. However, there was the whole estrangement with Genim's version of his dad. Damn, was that confusing. Scott figured he'd just answer the man before he got throttled. "He went after him."

The sheriff whipped his head towards the entrance and looked like he was going to run after his son. Maybe John didn't realize that, as a werewolf, Genim could handle himself. Heck, Genim could handle the situation a lot better than Scott could. He was sitting with proof dribbling from his nose. He figured the sheriff was still used to his completely human son. Stiles had gotten his ass kicked quite a few times in the line of duty. An image of a broken and beaten Sitles, after his stint with Gerard, came to mind. The sheriff totally had a right to be concerned, Scott thought.

They needn't worry, though. At that moment, Genim was striding up the driveway towards the hospital. John met him the entry and caught the werewolf in a hug. "Are you ok?" The sheriff asked. Genim only nodded looking decidedly uncomfortable. "Don't do that again! What were you thinking? What have I always told you about back up? If you leave you partner, you or he could wind up dead." John continued lecturing the teen.

Genim was a little worse for wear. He sported a few scratches here and there from the fight Scott had heard earlier. The wounds were healing up rather quickly, leaving no evidence but the holes and blood stains on his clothes. That reminded Scott of the towel against his nose. He took a few cautious breaths. Yep, all better.

"What the hell is going on?" A security Officer asked, marching up to the group. His rage was barely concealed over his professionalism.

"I'm Sheriff John Stilinsky and this is my Deputy, Parish." The sheriff said, taking over as if the man couldn't guess from their uniforms, "Who might you be?"

The man mumbled, "Bill Suttor, head of security."

"Good. Then you should know of our attempts at finding a suspect on the hospital premises." The sheriff said, cutting him off. "We been asking patients and employees if they have seen a man matching the description of a stalker we had a problem with a few years back. This man had targeted Ms. McCall previously and, last time he was in town, he abducted a teenage girl." Somewhere Lydia probably knew someone was talking about her. Creepy banshee powers and all that. She was not going to be happy.

The security guard look a little shocked but he seemed like he was not going to be put off. "That still doesn't excuse two teenagers running around the hospital," He glared at Scott and Genim, "disturbing delicate procedure."

"You're right." John answered. The boys glanced at the sheriff, shocked. He returned a stern look back at them. "This is Scott McCall, Melissa's son and his best friend, my son Stiles. They must have overheard discussion about the stalker's reappearance and come by to make sure she was ok. Believe me, I will be talking to them when we get home."

Bill seemed mollified that he was being taken seriously, "However, these boys did run into the suspect. Which is what I believe was the cause of the earlier ruckus. Now that we know he's here, we need to start implementing some security measures. First off, I am going to need to see your security tapes from the past week as well as today. Maybe we should discuss this further in your office." The sheriff nodded with his head at the boys.

"Yes, of course." Bill said, leading the two officers to a nearby office. That was it, the proof was unshakable; Sheriff Stilinsky was a bad ass. Master of spin. Holy crap, was that some fast talking. Scott wanted to be him when he grew up.

"Maybe you should head home, before Mr. Suttor sees you again." Melissa said to the dazed teen wolves. "If you wait a minute, I'll give you a lift to the house. I'm sure John will work it so that I need to be in protective custody."

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AN: So what did you all think? Genim is an angsty SOB, right? Too dark, too whiny? And how about Scott? Hes a little off his game. Many thanks to Kin my beta. Once again she took time out of her busy schedule to edit my crappy writing. Now she just has the other three chapters to do. LOL. It will probably be more by the time she gets around to editing the next one.