Chapter 4: Who Knew Miguel Spoke Spanish?

I heard the sound of sneakers squeaking against linoleum as Deaton finished bandaging up my first arm. He moved around to the second as Scott and Stiles ran into the doorway. Well more like Scott running into the doorway and Stiles vaulting over him before falling to the floor. I smiled a bit before hissing at the disinfectant that Deaton used to clean up my arm. Stiles raced over to me.

"June, are you okay?" He said, inspecting my bandaged arm before looking over at the arm Deaton was working on.

"Yeah I'm fine, the cuts aren't that deep," I assured him, "I'm just getting real tired of being thrown into glass cabinets around here. At least this one wasn't you, huh?" My joking smile faltered when I saw Stiles flinch. I awkwardly cleared my throat, "Too soon."

"I don't think he's just younger in body," Deaton transitioned, and I breathed a sigh of relief, "I think he's also younger in mind."

"He didn't recognized any of us," Lydia said quietly, "And he looked like he was scared out of his mind."

"Not to mention I don't think older Derek, as grouchy as he is, would throw me into a glass cabinet then try to attack Lydia and Deaton," I agreed, wincing as the vet taped the gauze tightly to my arm. I noticed the other one bled through slightly.

"So if you're a teenage werewolf and you're scared, where do you go?" Stiles asked, looking at Scott.

"A wolf goes back to its den, but Derek lives in a loft."

"Not when he was a teenager," Stiles argued, and Lydia's eyes widened.

"The Hale house," She stated.

"He wouldn't remember the fire," Deaton said worriedly, "It wouldn't've happened yet."

"Quick question," I mentioned, "Say we do manage to catch up to him, what exactly are we going to say? That his whole family is dead? Because I for one think that might be a terrible idea."

"She's probably right," Stiles said over to Scott, "We probably shouldn't. At least until we figure out how to get him back to normal."

"I don't think I can lie to him," Scott said.

"Okay, then I'll do it," Stiles offered, not hesitating.

"Well I don't think any of us can. Remember he can hear a heartbeat rising. We tell him the truth," Scott said with finality.

"If he gets to the house first, we might not have to," I muttered.

"Yeah well, we gotta get there before he does," Stiles agreed, gently helping me off the counter.

"Okay but not before we drop Lydia and I off," I said, and Stiles stopped.

"What, why?"

"Well, you might be fresh-faced and ready to party but I've literally been in these clothes for two days, I'm changing clothes."

"June, there's not a lot of time-"

"Look I get that Derek is a super fast werewolf, but he left barely twenty minutes ago. It's not exactly a short walk to the Hale house, we could still get to him by car quickly. He's delirious, and that could slow him down."

"June-"

"Stiles for the love of god, let me change clothes!" I pouted, and he sighed. Eye twitching slightly, he put a hand on my back and ushered me out of the animal clinic. Over my shoulder, I waved to Deaton and thanked him for helping me with my arms.

We dropped Lydia off in record time, Stiles blazing through traffic like he was playing a game of Grand Theft Auto. I was genuinely surprised that nobody pulled us over. He was quick to get to my house, and I stood outside staring at it uncomfortably while Scott pulled over next to us.

Scott shifted uncomfortably, "Are your-"

"I don't know," I said quietly, "If you don't want to come in that's fine."

"We don't mind," Stiles said quickly, and I smiled gratefully at him.

"First, could you just grab one of the duffel bags from your guest room that I've been using?" I asked Stiles, "Just so I can pile some more clothes in."

Stiles nodded, and got out of the jeep with Scott, who in turn let me out of the backseat. I hopped out and pulled out my key to the house. I looked to the two boys and told them not to worry about knocking before I trudged inside.

Going inside, I looked around at the familiar surroundings, and couldn't help but miss it. I missed not being worried to step foot there without feeling like my past was haunting me. I breathed a sigh of relief when I opened the door to the basement to hear no sounds, signaling that the house was in fact empty. I quickly moved to the kitchen and opened up the fridge, delighted to see there were several healing potions stocked. Uncapping one, I downed it, puckering my face at the lemony taste, and grabbed the rest of them, bringing them upstairs with me.

No time to shower, I simply put dry shampoo in my hair, tying it in a messy ponytail. My long hair touched the small of my back that wasn't covered by my shorts or crop top, and I smiled at how proud I was of it for growing so long. I quickly changed out of my outfit from Mexico and threw on something slightly more comfortable. As I was lacing up my white converse, I heard the front door open, and Stiles' voice call out my name.

He came in to my room with Scott in tow, and tossed me the duffel bag. I was much less careful in packing my clothes this time around, haphazardly stuffing as many clothes into the duffel as possible. I zipped it up and told Stiles I would meet him out by the jeep as I ran across the street into the Stilinski household. I didn't even look at where the duffel bag landed as I carelessly threw it into the guest room before rushing back outside to meet the boys.

We both piled into the jeep and drove off towards the preserve. I realized I had never actually been to where the Hale's used to live. I said such thoughts aloud to fill the silence.

"Yeah the county reclaimed the land after Derek bought the loft, and there wasn't really any reason to go back," Stiles explained and I nodded my head.

"Unit 4 to dispatch, we're bringing in a hostile teenager, attempted to assault a deputy," Stiles' radio said over us. We all perked up.

"Copy that Unit 4, what's your 20?"

"Beacon Hills Preserve, we caught this kid breaking and entering onto the former Hale residence," The officer replied, and in front of me Stiles and Scott shared a look.

"Looks like we found Derek," I said, and Stiles sighed before changing course to the sheriff's station.

We burst through the doors of the station and right into past the front desk. The deputy sitting there didn't even look up at us, signaling that Stiles and company coming through here was too regular of an occurrence. Stiles stumbled through the doorway, and I collided into him, sending him sprawling to the floor, and I regained my composure. Stiles hastily got up, and we all looked over to see Sheriff Stilinski and a young Derek staring at us with eyebrows raised. The sheriff turned to the two deputies and muttered something before waving the three of us into his office.

"Now I want you to be honest with me," Stilinski said, leaning against his desk, "Absolutely and completely honest: Have you been time traveling?"

"Whoa, what?" Stiles said, thrown for a loop.

"Because if time traveling is real, you know what I - I'm done! I'm out. You're gonna be driving me to Eichen House."

"Dad, time travel is not real," Stiles assured him.

"Well," I said in a high pitched voice, and all three of them looked to me.

Stiles' eyes widened considerably, "Hang on, what? Time travel is - is a thing?"

"It's a long story, is what it is," I argued.

Scott shook his head, "Look, we found him like that."

"Where, swimming in the fountain of youth?" The sheriff said spastically, and for just a moment I could completely see where Stiles got it from.

"No, we found him buried in a tomb of wolfsbane in an Aztec temple in Mexico, underneath a church in the middle of a town that was destroyed by an earthquake," Stiles said, slowly realizing his mistake.

I sighed putting my head in my hands, "You are so helpless," I whispered.

"You told me you were camping!" Stiles' dad hissed.

"Yeah we were. It was - in Mexico," Stiles said, and I smacked him upside the head. Whirling around, Stiles looked surprised as I gave him a 'what the fuck' look.

The sheriff looked like he wanted to jab the finger he was pointing at Stiles down his throat when he glanced over at me, "How do you even like this kid?"

I felt my ears and neck grow hot when Stiles' eyes widened at me. Luckily, Scott intervened, "Derek's been aged backwards, he can't remember anything."

"We just need to talk to him," I said breathlessly, still very aware of Stiles looking at me.

"Well so far, he's not talking to anybody," Stilinski said, leaning back on his desk again.

Scott looked through the window to the boy sitting on the suspect bench, "He'll talk to me."

Stilinski sighed and brought Derek into the office, where Scott explained that he had to come with us to hear the explanation.

"Why would I go anywhere with you?" Derek said.

"There was an accident. Okay, you lost some memory but we can help you get it back." Stiles nodded, and I saw him glance over at a stack of envelopes sitting on his father's desk.

"How much memory?"

"A lot," I said, still looking over at Stiles, who sifted through the envelopes to see one from Eichen House. The alarming detail was the large stamp across it saying in big, red letters 'Second Notice.'

"You can trust us," My gaze turned back to Scott when he crouched down in front of Derek, no doubt flashing his blood-red eyes at him.

"You're an alpha," Derek realized, and Scott nodded. Derek wasn't satisfied, however. "Okay, who are you? And - and who're they?"

Stiles looked up, "Oh, we're the guys keeping you out of jail," he spat back monotonously.

"Just let us help you," Scott said, but Derek shook his head no.

"Okay, dude, you almost tore apart two cops back there. Not to mention you could have seriously hurt June over here after your little episode at the animal clinic," Derek looked down guiltily, "You need to listen to us, and that starts with no fangs, no claws, no Wolf-Man, you got that?"

"I'm fine as long as it's not a full moon," Derek snapped.

"You still have trouble on the full moon?" Scott asked him.

"I said I'm fine."

"Alright, is he coming with us or not?" I asked.

"You want me to trust you? Then where's my family?" He asked, and I dreaded what was going to happen next. Scott looked to be at a crossroads, weighing the pros and cons at lightning speed.

"There was a fire," He started slowly, "And they're not here anymore. They're fine, just had to move out of Beacon Hills." I looked over at Scott unsure, but he kept going, "We're gonna take you to them as soon as we figure out how to get your memories back."

Derek nodded slowly, tears in his eyes, "Okay."

The deputies set to work on the release forms for Derek while we waited by the front desk. Scott sighed, "I shouldn't've done that, I lied my ass off."

"Hey, your ass is fine," Stiles said, and I raised my eyebrows. "You saved him a ton of unnecessary pain. We figure this out in a day or two, he goes back to being old Derek, everyone's happy. Except for Derek, who's never happy."

"It's just another person that we're lying to. Just that I always feel like it's better when we tell the truth. With Lydia, my mom, your dad."

"Okay, but that's also Derek Hale in there," Stiles contested. "He may be a kid right now, but that's still Derek Hale."

Scott sighed, "Alright, take him to my house, and don't let him out of your sight."

"And where are you going?" I asked.

"I'm gonna go talk to the guy we should've gone to before," Scott told us before heading out of the station.

"Uh - yeah, I hate that guy!" I called after him, and sighed while Derek came up to us. Smiling at him, I gestured to the doors.

"Shall we?"

Stiles opened the door to the dark house, "We're just gonna wait here for Scott, we're gonna sit quietly. And we're not gonna call or talk to anyone."

"Do I talk to you?"

"No."

"Good."

"Fine," Stiles said like a child, and I rolled my eyes.

"Who's gonna talk to him," Derek pointed at the dark figure of Rafael McCall looming in the doorway.

"Ah, mmm, are you getting taller?" Stiles asked, stopping abruptly.

"What are you guys doing here?" Agent McCall asked.

"Waiting for Scott," Derek said.

"So am I. We're supposed to have dinner. I brought extra, you guys hungry?"

"No," Stiles said.

"Yes," Derek and I said in unison, as Stiles looked over at me incredulously.

I shrugged at him, "I haven't eaten since last night, I could use a little food," My stomach growled loudly as soon as I smelled the Chinese food, "Okay I could use a lot of food."

"Nah, none of us are hungry, thanks though." He smiled and I glared at him.

"Okay, well if you're not hungry, Stiles, June and your friend can still eat with us. What's your name again?"

"Miguel," Stiles said hurriedly before Derek could say his real name. "He's - uh - my cousin, Miguel." Stiles awkwardly pat him on the back. "From Mexico, so..."

"Es usted natural de Mexico, Miguel?" McCall asked him in near perfect Spanish.

"Oh my god," Stiles said, thinking his plan went to shit.

"No soy nativo, si no que pase monton de tiempo alli." Derek states, and I hide a smile at Stiles' surprised look.

"Fantastic," McCall states, "Egg roll?"

"Hell yeah," Derek and I say at the same time. Derek goes to help McCall set the table when Stiles pulled me back by the elbow.

"What did he say, June?"

"Did you honestly not take Spanish or something?"

"I took it like freshman year, do you think I'd remember it?"

I rolled my eyes, "He went along with your stupid excuse and basically covered your ass. Can I eat now?" On cue, my stomach let out another pathetic growl, and Stiles nodded.

I was practically inhaling food as we all ate in silence. Stiles looked at me from across the table in disdain as I breezed through the food. I looked up at him, and opened my mouth that was still full of food in a taunting manner. He rolled his eyes and looked back to his food as I smiled as triumphantly as I could with food still in my mouth.

"So Miguel," McCall started, "What'd you say your last name was again?"

"It's - uh - Juarez. Cinqua. Tiago," Stiles said, before stuffing his mouth full of pork.

"That's quite the mouthful," He said looking at Stiles then back to Derek, "How do you spell that?"

Both myself and Derek looked over to Stiles, amusement in our eyes. "Phonetically," Stiles said through a mouthful.

"Mr. McCall, you're an FBI agent," Derek said, eyeing the badge that was sat on the table.

"He's low level, very low level. He doesn't even have a voice," Stiles said, panicked. He looked to me for help, and I shrugged, not entirely sure what to do but watch this disaster unfold.

"So do you investigate murders?"

"Sometimes, when it's a federal crime."

"What about fires?"

"You know I wonder where Scott is?" I asked, worried. "Like, shouldn't Scott be here by now?"

"Yeah I feel like we should call Scott," Stiles agreed, pulling out his phone.

"What kind of fires are you talking about?" McCall asked, oblivious to Stiles and me. Stiles let out a nervous, high-pitched laugh.

Derek dragged Stiles upstairs and into Scott's room. I barely had time to squeeze in myself when Derek pushed him up against the door, effectively slamming it shut.

"Okay, I didn't lie. I omitted certain truths. Vital truths, now that I'm thinking about it. June, a little help here?" Stiles said as Derek growled in his ear menacingly. I cast a shield between him and Stiles before gently lifting Derek up and placing him on Scott's bed.

"I don't want to talk to you, to either of you," Derek panted, "I want to talk to the Alpha, I'll talk to Scott."

"Okay, I'm going to go get him, my phone's downstairs. June, stay with him, please?" I nodded as Stiles hurried out the room.

"I don't care if you're a witch, if you don't leave me alone, I'll rip you to shreds," Derek told me through grit teeth.

"And that is perfectly fair, given everything you just learned," I told him, holding my hands up in front of me, "I just can't let you leave. You still don't know everything yet."

He flashed his eyes at me, "Leave me alone!"

"Okay, you stay here. Just don't move, okay? Don't move." I retreated out of the room and quickly popped my head back in, "Don't-!" I stopped when I saw him standing exactly where he was before, "I thought you moved." I ran downstairs after Stiles.

"Stiles!"

"June, I told you to stay with him!"

"I know, I know, but he really wanted to be left alone."

"He didn't hurt you again, did he? I swear to god, I'm gonna-"

"Stiles, call Scott, okay?" He nodded, then went back to his phone.

Stiles was quick to download Scott on as much as he could, and he listened on the phone for a minute while Scott did the same. His eyes widened and he went back upstairs.

"No he's in your room, and he's perfectly fine. To be honest, I'm starting to miss the old Derek. So if you actually think that Kate's coming to find him-" He stopped right outside Scott's room, and when I got to the doorway, I saw why.

Derek hopped out the window, followed by a gorgeous woman with dirty blonde hair. Her face lit up in recognition, and she smiled deviously. I could only assume that this woman was Kate Argent. Stiles put the phone back to his ear again.

"You might be right. Yeah, yeah she was here. Derek's gone off with Kate."

I sighed as soon as Stiles hung up the phone, and made my way over to Scott's bed. Sitting down, I pat the spot next to me inviting Stiles to sit there. He did, and we collectively let out another sigh.

"Well we failed miserably," I said.

"That we did," Stiles agreed.

"Is Scott gonna call us back or something? I'd really like to know the plan."

"You and me both."

We sat there for another solid thirty minutes in silence until my phone rang out. Looking at it, I noticed Lydia's face on the caller ID.

"Lydia?" I answered.

"Thank god, did Scott call you?"

"No, we've been waiting for him to, why? What's going on?"

"Nothing good. I found a gas station attendant that Kate tore to pieces."

"What? Are you okay?" I asked and Stiles perked up in interest.

"I'm fine, it was a banshee thing. But the thing is Peter said that this was a symptom of Kate not having any control."

"She doesn't have control over her powers?"

"No, and that's why she needs Derek. The age he's at right now, was an age where they knew each other, like really knew each other."

"Wait wait wait, are you saying Kate and Derek did the horizontal hula?"

"That's beside the point, June. Kate needs Derek at that age so she can get an artifact from the Hale vault."

"The Hale's have a vault?" I asked.

"Yes, she's looking for a triskelion, looking for control."

"Alright where would this vault be?"

"Peter said it's at the school, and they're already on their way."

"You're at your place right?"

"Yeah, I'm with Kira, why?"

I pat Stiles on the shoulder and stood up, making my way out of the McCall residence, "Okay, hang tight, we're going to come get you." I hung up the phone as I climbed into Stiles' jeep.

"Where are we going after we get Lydia?" Stiles asked me, starting the car.

"The school," I told him, "We're going to the school."

Kira had gone off to the back of the school as the rest of us all ran under the overpass, leaves flying in the wind. We came to a stop when we saw the campus in its entirety, and glanced around.

"You seriously need to find something better than a baseball bat," I heard Lydia say from next to me. Looking around, I saw Stiles clutch his baseball bat in offense. Before he could retort, a giant roar echoed around the otherwise empty school. It was so horrific that the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

"Okay, we should probably split up," I told Stiles and Lydia.

"Yeah, no - never a good idea," Stiles argued with me, and I moved to stand in front of them both.

"Look, you and Lydia go find the vault. I guarantee you whatever just made that noise is currently distracting Scott. He might need my help,"

"We might need your help!" Stiles argued and I smiled.

"That's what you've got the baseball bat for," I teased. Before I ran off, I quickly kissed Stiles' cheek, a little closer to the corner of his mouth than intended. Before I could think on it, I ran up the stairs towards the danger.

Scuffling grew louder mixed with several roars and loud thuds. I glanced up and noticed a large mass cornering what looked like Scott, Kira, and Malia. I ran up the stairs and stupidly yelled out to the two creatures, who I could now confidently say were berserkers.

We were screwed.

The approached me slowly, as I stood next to the stairs. From behind them, I could see Scott, Malia, and Kira all in a heap. Eyes wide, I almost missed when the first berserker brought its fist down to strike. I quickly cast a shield, and was surprised when the force of the impact brought me down on one knee. Quickly, I telekinetically lifted the berserker up, and was again surprised by just how heavy he actually was. I couldn't throw him as far as I wanted to, but it was still far enough.

The other berserker hit the shield again, but this time I was ready. I braced myself for impact and started shuffling over to my friends. I allowed the shield to grow around them as well, protecting them while they recovered.

It wasn't as smart as I wished for it to be. The other berserker got up, and joined in on the pounding of my shield. The whole hallway was cast in a purple glow every time they hit the shield.

"Scott, if you're gonna try anything again, now would be the best time," I said in a strained voice. He didn't seem to hear me over the growls of the berserkers. They kept going, and it seemed that with every blow they delivered, they got stronger. The impact was slowly sending my feet sliding against the floor and to the railing.

My arms were shaking as I had to hold the shield up, it slowly diminished over my friends. Luckily, the berserkers didn't seem to care about my friends on the floor. Unluckily, they were still solely focused on me, and getting rid of my shield. Their hits were getting to be too much, and I felt myself cowering away from them. Unfortunately, the only out was over the railing, so my back was bent over it, still casting the shield. I felt blood start to trickle out of my nose from the sheer force it took to keep my shield upright. I cried out in pain when a saving grace sounded in my ears.

Derek Hale let out a tremendous roar at the other end of the hallway, and it was loud enough to distract the two berserkers from me. They ran over at Derek, and I collapsed to my knees in utter exhaustion. Scott crawled over to me, and together we watched Derek take on two berserkers. Between the punches, I could have sworn I saw his face shifting into something more familiar.

I couldn't think too deeply on it, for a loud screech was heard, gaining the attention of the two bone-clad monsters. Together, they ran off into the night with I can only assume Kate.

Slowly, Scott hoisted one of my trembling arms over his shoulder, and helped me get to my feet. His other hand settled on my waist as we stared at the back of Derek. It looked like his shirt magically shrunk three sizes on him, or he had just grown exceptionally larger. Derek turned around to show us he was no longer a teenager. He was almost back to his normal self. Almost, had it not been for his eyes shining a golden yellow color instead of their normal blue.

I would have remarked on it had my knees not buckled right then. Scott started struggling to hold me up as my adrenaline faded from my system. Derek was quick to walk forward and scooped me up in his arms.

"I'll get her, Scott."

"We have to find Stiles," I said quietly, body still trembling. "Stiles and-"

"Lydia?" Derek asked me, looking over the railing to see what two figures running towards us, one carrying something suspiciously like a baseball bat. Stiles, Malia, and Kira raced down the stairs, while Derek cautiously carried me down the stairs. I looped my arms around his neck.

"You know I never thought I'd say this, but thank god you're older." Derek's mouth twitched, and I figured that's the best I could do.

"Also by the way, just because you're carrying me does not mean I'm a damsel in distress."

"Nobody said you were a damsel in distress," Derek told me.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own," I said, ignoring him.

"You want me to set you down?" Derek asked me and I looked up at him.

"Maybe not yet. Why did you offer to carry me? We're not exactly besties."

"I guess it's a form of apology for attacking you in the animal clinic."

"Oh," I nodded, "That's fine, don't worry. I took a healing potion, the scratches are gone."

"June!" Another voice called out, and Derek led me over to Stiles. He gently set me down and his arms were soon replaced with ones belonging to Stiles.

"Are you okay? What happened? Why is your nose bleeding?"

"I'm fine," I assured him, and he looked at me skeptically, "Really, I'm okay. They just pack a big punch is all, nearly broke through my shield."

"Can they do that?" He asked me skeptically.

"I didn't think so, but those guys pack a wallop. Did you two find Kate?"

"No but we found Peter," Lydia commented, and I looked over to her.

"And?"

"And it turns out someone planned for Kate to go into the vault," She continued.

"How?" Scott asked.

"I don't know how, but they took something."

"What did they take?" Kira asked.

"Money in the form of bearer bonds," Stiles said.

"How much?" Derek questioned, and Stiles looked to him, slightly relieved he was back to normal.

"117 million dollars."