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Teen Wolf or any of it's characters.

Derek is nearly back at the house in the middle of the preserve when he feels something big and heavy land on his back.

With a soft smile, Derek says, "Hello Erica."

He hears a giggle before she says, "Hello Alpha."

"You know you don't have to call me that," Derek tells her as a tall man walks out of the house and bumps shoulders with him.

"Hello to you too Boyd," Derek said as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Derek turned his head to the other side to see a middle aged man with a fond look, "Hello Peter."

"So, what did you guys do today," Derek asked while walking into the house with Erica still riding piggy back.

Erica began to excitedly chat about how they went to the mall a few towns away where she and Isaac posed as twins with Peter as their father and Boyd as the boyfriend. Most people didn't question them with how much Erica and Isaac look alike, especially after their makeovers, and even though the two have only known each other for a short while, she and Peter tend to share the same mischievous smile from time to time.

She explained how they were approached by some woman to get a date with Isaac. When he declined, she asked if she could take their pictures taken. Derek already knew they had to say no. If someone they knew recognized them, then everything they worked on would go down the drain.

After Derek enters the house, he notices that he is still missing one person.

"Where's Isaac?"

Derek was hit with a heavy dose of nerves and sadness.

Peter was the one that decided to explain, "We ran into some sad news while we were out today. Apparently Isaac's father was found dead. The police are currently leaning towards an animal attack. They are trying to find Isaac, but don't know where to look."

Derek nodded his head, "I see." He walked up the stairs to find him in the bedroom curled up into a ball on one of the mattresses in the bedroom.

Derek sat next to Isaac and asked, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm sad that he is gone, but now I know he won't try to come find me, although I don't think he tried at all. It feels weird to miss and mourn for him."

Derek patted his head and told him, "I know. He was your father. It's ok to be feeling this way." Isaac nodded at him.

Derek looked towards the door and saw everyone waiting for their Alpha to tell them that everything was fine. He waved them in and watched as the all tried to comfort Isaac. Erica lifted Isaac's head and placed him on her lap and started stroking his curls. Boyd moved to Isaac's back and rested a hand on his shoulder. Peter sat at the edge of the mattress and rested a hand just above Isaac's foot. Derek rested his hand on Isaac's side and just enjoyed the calmness they were able to enjoy for a few minutes. It really was difficult to get some peace with his pack with the hunters running around. Of course somebody had to stir the pot during quiet time.

"Nephew, did you run into somebody today?" And of course that had to be nosy Peter.

Erica leaned toward Derek from her spot, sniffing as best as she could.

"He's right. You smell different, but somehow relaxing and exciting."

Derek sighed knowing he was going to have to talk about his run-in with that weird guy.

"I had to save the sheriff's kid today from the hunter."

Everyone but Peter turned their heads and stiffened. Even Isaac raised his head from his spot on Erica's lap.

"You saved him and ran, right," Isaac asked.

"Not exactly," Derek answered. Needless to say, he was surprised when he heard the three younger betas groan loudly. "I told him he probably shouldn't come back."

Erica raised her hand is exasperation, "Great, now he definitely will come back."

Derek tried to defend his decision by saying, "Well he had a gun pointed to him," he could hear Boyd grumble about how it probably wasn't the first time that happened, "so I doubt he will come back."

"Don't bet on it," he was surprised to hear Isaac be snarky.

Derek asked with ire, "What makes you all so sure he will come back? He had a shot taken at him. There is no way that anyone can have that much of a death wish to come back to the very place he was going to die at, much less at the time he will probably be shot at again."

"You told him when the hunter is here," Isaac asked with shock.

"Well he is used to coming to the preserve, so I figured if he would come back it will be best if he knew when it was safe to be in the area." Derek never had the need to defend his choices to his pack so hard before.

The young betas stared at Derek with an evaluating look, like if they stared at him hard enough they could figure out if he was dropped on his head at a young age. Eventually they gave up looking for whatever they couldn't find and decided to pay attention to each other and find a better position. Somehow the three positioned themselves against the wall on the bed with Erica between Boyd and Isaac while the two played with her hair and she was playing with at the bottom of her pants.

Derek thought that they were finally done with the conversation when Erica said, "We don't agree with you telling the sheriff's kid anything, but you were trying to protect him, so we won't fault you for that," Derek could never understand how Erica could speak for the three of them and they never seemed to mind, "but be prepared to save his ass again when he comes back."

Derek still doubted that he would come back, but at least his pack didn't reek of grief and sadness anymore.

Stiles somehow found himself back at the preserve the next day. Logic told him that he shouldn't be here; much less before sunset, but when did he ever listen to that. He didn't even know why he came back so soon. He had fun last night at Jungle, even though Scott spent most of the night flirting with the Allison, the new bartender, but he did have a bad time with the blind date his dad set up.

From what he understood, her Aunt's best friend is a secretary over at the sheriff's office. Stiles wondered if his dad even had any part in choosing the blind date or if he just asked everyone he knew if there were any single girls his age that would be willing to try going on a blind date with his son.

He had spent most of the lunch date listening to her talk about reality TV show characters like they were her best friends and they all regularly went to the mall or had family disputes with each other. At least now he could tell the difference between each Kardashian.

Who even agrees on going to a lunch date as a first date? It was as if she was prepared to stick him into the friend zone before they even met. Well he did recognize her from somewhere, so maybe they did meet before. In that case, it may have been a good call. If only she was remotely interesting. At least Stiles didn't have to worry about going on a date with her again.

Stiles would be hanging out with Scott right now, but last night he was able to score Allison's number and actually managed to grab a date for the evening, but he still wasn't sure how that landed him back into the forest. Stiles knew that the hunter, whom he decided to call Silver Bullet, was still somewhere in the preserve, so he made sure to stay on the trap free side of the mile.

He found himself sitting by the lake this time, which was probably his safest bet to not get shot at. He always found the lake to be oddly beautiful. It always had fairly calm waters. The shore did a weird elevation thing to where it went from sea level to slowly rising nearly 800 feet as it wraps around the lake. When he was younger, Stiles used to imagine that a dragon was wrapped around the lake to protect it from the villains while he and the other kids he used to play with would fight the baddie of the week.

As Stiles was walking along the lake, he was thinking about the boy he used to play with. He honestly felt horrible that he couldn't remember his name. He was still leaning towards Eric, but that still didn't sound right. From what he could remember, they were best friends long before he met Scott, but anything that he remembered from before his mom died was in a thick fog. The doctors had told his dad that he was lucky to be alive after the accident, but he was likely going to have at least some brain damage. It wasn't noticeable at first, but then when his dad started to ask questions about what happened before the accident, it became apparent where the damage was. Luckily most of his memories of his mom were untouched.

He was nearly at the top when he stopped walking to take in the view of the lake a bit. It was hard for him to imagine that poaching was going on in a place so beautiful. Stiles hoped that Derek was doing well with protecting the alpha wolf's pack. He wondered what exactly Derek does for Silver Bullet's hunt. Does he follow him around making sure he doesn't break rules? Maybe he stays by the wolves to make sure Silver Bullet doesn't go after them. He could be following the wolf to let Silver Bullet know where the alpha is. Stiles doesn't remember seeing him around when he ran into the wolf yesterday, but then again he never found out why he was naked to begin with.

Stiles was about to walk back down when he noticed that somebody had carved into a tree he was standing beside. It read, "C.S. was here." He remembered his mother carving the initials of his and the other family's into the trees so they could walk to the lake and back without getting lost. She had carved it lower to the ground so that way the littlest of them would be able to see it. Maybe the house was still close and in one piece.

Stiles started looking for the next tree with initials. He was able to find L.H., D.H., and C.H. before he ended up in a clearing with a clear view of the back of the house he was looking for in the middle. It still looked like the house he remembered, just a little burnt with part of the roof gone, but that didn't matter.

He walked up to the house and went through the back door that he remembered led to the kitchen. Considering how burnt it was, everything still seemed sturdy enough for him to walk through, but what caught his attention were the newer things here and there. A mug was on the counter, and a closed off trash bag in the corner. Stiles walked across the room to look out the window and noticed a Camaro parked in front.

"What are you doing here?"

Now Stiles would like to say that he yelled the manliest of manly yells when he heard that question from behind, but there was no way he could even lie to himself with how it sounded more of a shriek. Although Stiles was curious why a middle-aged man was standing, somehow pristinely, in the middle of a burnt house. He could give a Lydia a run for her money with how clean dressed he looked.

"Peter, stop being the creepy uncle."

Stiles turned his head to see a blonde girl with curls leaning against the door frame that he remembered leading to the dining room. Stiles vaguely heard the man he assumed was Peter mumbling about how he resents the title.

"Hey, it's the sheriff's kid."

Stiles turned his head to the other side to see somebody with a lot of curls sitting nonchalantly on the counter eating an apple. Where did the apple even come from? It was like they were all taking lessons on how to be creepy from "Mr. Creepy Uncle" in the middle.

All of a sudden some tall black guy was standing next to Stiles taking a deep breath. He turned to Creepy Uncle Peter and nodded his head before standing next to the blonde girl, whom Stiles was going to momentarily dub as Goldilocks. His suspicions of the lessons these guys were taking was just confirmed by that weird sniff thing.

Creepy Uncle Peter started to slowly walk up to Stiles with a calculating look to his face.

"There is something awfully familiar with you."

If Stiles wasn't already up against the wall, he would be backing up away further. On second thought, there was a window he could jump through right next to him. It would get him away from these crazy people quicker.

"Is your name, by any chance, Chlodulf?"

Scratch that, he was a dead man now.

"How do you know my name?"

With a smile that scared Stiles more than not, Peter answered, "Don't you remember me? I used to play with you and the other children."

"Dude, you are not sounding any less creepy right now."

The tall one, that Stiles was labeling The Giant, nodded his head with a grimace before saying, "He's right."

Peter scoffed before answering, "I meant Laura, Derek, and Cora."

Before any more questions could be asked, everyone in the room turned their head to the direction of the front door as they heard it being opened. They watched as Derek walked from the front door to the kitchen doorway mumbling about how he probably wasn't going to hear the end of this with a scowl.

Turning to Stiles, Derek asked, "Stiles, what are you doing here?"

Before he could answer, Peter interrupted, "Hello dear nephew. Please tell me why you didn't tell me yesterday that it was Chlodulf that you ran into yesterday."

Stiles was about to ask Creepy Uncle Peter again how he knows his name when Derek asked, "This is Chlodulf?"

Stiles should have learned his lesson yesterday that nothing good could come out of walking around alone in the forest. Now he was going to be murdered by a bunch of creepy creepers and a guy that likes streaking. If somebody were to ask him yesterday if he would likely be murdered by a poacher or a bunch of people that are better suited for magazine covers, he would have figured it would be Silver Bullet.

"Laura told me about the car accident. I thought he didn't make it."

Stiles was about to ask who Laura was when he looked at the guy on the counter again. He felt like he had seen that guy from somewhere recently. Stiles realized that he was Isaac Lahey. Stiles started looking around the room to see who else he recognized. If he was correct, Goldilocks is Erica Reyes, The Giant is Vernon Boyd, and Creepy Uncle Peter is Peter Hale.

"You recognize us?"

Great, his brain to mouth filter was broken again.

Isaac sighed from his spot on the counter before he jumped off and told Derek, "I think we should head into the dining room for this. It seems like we all have some questions that we want to ask."

Derek nodded his head and motioned for everyone to follow him into the next room. Reluctantly Stiles followed the others. He just seriously hoped that he did not stumble into a cult.

I was able to keep this chapter in the direction that I wanted, but what I had originally wanted to be said and what actually came out were two really different things. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Please send me reviews or PMs. Thank you.