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He found himself standing instead of in front of his Dad in front of a lot of people, some of them he hadn't seen in years. There was Derek, Scott, Alison, Mr, Argent, Lydia, and Jackson, and Molly and Sam. Molly was a friend of Mr. Argent's a hunting buddy she used to hang around Beacon Hills until she didn't. Sam was her boyfriend...last he heard and a hunter as well. He was back in his own time to his very big disgruntlement.

"Is my mom alive?"

"Why would your mom be alive?" his hope sunk he guessed that meant that the answer was no. He ignored Scott's hand and pushed himself up, he looked at his surrounding until he found that they were in his and Derek's apartment.

"Stiles are you okay?" Scott asked.

"I'm fine." he said finding himself easily shifting back into who he had been for the past several years. However the cracks his parents had put there were still there and they still hurt but he was pretty sure he was hiding it well.

"Look it was nice of you all to come but you can leave now." he said briskly and walked to the table away from the others. Stiles knew there were only there to bring him back but honestly he much rather have stayed stayed with his Mom and Dad become their friends, maybe be an uncle to himself. But they had taken that chance away from him and they had left him so long ago.

"Stiles look I know your mad." Scott said apparently following him.

"I'm not mad." he said like it didn't matter even though it did, but he understood it. Beacon Hills was no longer any place you want to raise children.

"Stiles."

"Why don't you and Alison just go home?" he said while grabbing the newspaper off the counter and thumbing through it looking for his next target.

"Stiles."

"Just leave me the hell alone." Stiles barked and then turned back to the newspaper but he couldn't stop his shoulder from shaking. No. No he couldn't be crying! He hadn't cried in years! Crying was a weakness, a weakness that he no longer had to deal with. Except that his shoulder were shaking and tears were coming out of his eyes. He shook his head, no this couldn't be happening not to him.

Scott tried to hug him but Stiles evaded him, he was weak enough for crying, he refused to be weak enough to have to be comforted. Stiles made his way out of the building and Stiles made his way to the car. Which was when he realized that Derek had the keys. Stiles hesitated for moment considering going back inside to ask for the keys but decided maybe a walk might be good for him. He could walk off all the feelings careening around inside of him. Feelings he had pushed down for so long.

He worked hard as he walked on forcing himself to stop crying, to stop feeling, to go back to how he had been only a day ago. It had been better back then, he had to be like that. If he wasn't like that then how was he going to do what he had to do?

His Dad flashed in his mind again. Was his Dad disappointed in him? If there was a life after this one was his Dad looking down at him disappointed that his only son had become a killer? That he didn't even blink anymore when he sliced a throat or put a bullet through a person's head that he had never met before? Or was he happy that he was saving lives?

That was the decision he had made right? It was why he hadn't told his Dad something that would change this? Why he had erased his Dad's memories. He had made the decision that his father would want him to save as many lives as he could. The problem was he was feeling too much to do what he had to. It had taken years to deaden himself to emotion the way that he had, it had taken separating himself from anyone and everyone to not care to become the efficient killing machine that he had become.

He was crying, crying and killing did not go together...and he stopped suddenly on the street as a new revelation hit him like a ton of bricks. He heard footsteps come up from behind him, he knew from experience that the person was about ten feet behind him. He also knew from the footsteps who had followed him.

"I'm sorry that I had to leave." Scott said slowly. Stiles didn't look at him, Meghan the word flashed through his head. Meghan was ten years old and he hadn't seen her since she was a baby. Scott had sent letters to him over the years and tried to call him but Stiles had stopped answering letters or phone calls about the same time he had stopped celebrating birthdays.

He heard another lighter set of footsteps come up more hesitantly, he sighed he knew those as well. Meghan's mother. Stiles had always thought that when he and Scott had kids that Scott's would call him Uncle Stiles and think of his house like a second house. That was what was supposed to have happened. Stiles's life should have been different. He should have gone to college, met the love of his life and had kids too. He and Scott were supposed to live in the same town and have their children go to the same school and have their spouses complain about all the time they spent together. This was not supposed to be his life, this was not how it was supposed to have gone.

"Stiles." Scott said this time pleading in his voice, Stiles didn't speak or turn around he couldn't let Scott see the tears that were still flowing down his cheeks. "Stiles please talk to me, we haven't talked in years." Scott's voice pleaded with him. Stiles was falling apart, unraveling, everything he had work so hard for was falling through his fingers. He reminded himself of what he had discovered, and knew that he had to say it aloud, although when he tried to it came out in a whisper.

"I can't do this anymore." Stiles said then turned around to face Scott and Alison. It surprised him when he really looked at the two of them and noticed the lines on their faces that hadn't been there the last time he had seen them. In his mind Stiles always thought that even though he knew time was passing he thought if he ever saw Scott and Alison again it would be like they were kids again. They weren't kids though they hadn't been kids in a long time. Scott and Alison had a ten year old daughter together. They had house and a mortgage and probably a car payment as well. Scott face crinkled a little more then it used to as he tried to smile at him reassuringly.

"It's okay Stiles you've done it for longer and more then most people." Stiles shook his head, he knew that he couldn't do it anymore but what else could he do? He couldn't stay there and watch people be hurt and he spoke his next thoughts aloud with a shake of his head.

"I can't just leave, I won't be able to sleep thinking that people are being hurt because I'm too weak." Alison shook her head, she was still beautiful even after many years had passed.

"It's not weakness, It's knowing when you've hit your limit." Alison said. "It's doing what's best for you." He heard the footsteps before he saw his face, Derek had come to their little strange group on the sidewalk.

"And your family." Scott said ignoring Derek's presence and looked at Alison in the same way he used to look at her when they were all kids. The old Stiles would have never had this conversation, the old Stiles had buried his emotions so deep that he had never seen the light of day but he seemed to have lost that Stiles in the past. Her face flashed before his eyes

"She was there." Stiles found himself admitting. Alison looked confused but Derek and Scott seemed to understand.

"You were in the past?" Derek asked, and Stiles nodded.

"I was with her, I talked with her." At Alison's questioning at Scott, Scott elaborated.

"His mother." she looked shocked and looked between Stiles and Scott for a few moments, then bit her lip.

"Would you like me to leave?" she asked., Stiles nodded, he wanted to talk to Scott and Derek alone. They had become the two most important people in his life. Scott had been his friend for the first 18 years and Derek had been well his only lifeline after that. Alison nodded gave Scott an encouraging smile and made him her way away from the three men on the sidewalk. As soon as she was out of earshot Derek asked.

"You saw your mother?" he asked, Stiles nodded even as his heart clenched painfully at the thought that just hours again he had been with his mother. He had talked with her and now she was dead again and had been for many years.

"You seem different." Derek said slowly. Stiles smiled Derek would know more than anyone else what he had become.

"I am." Stiles admitted. "Is that a bad thing?" he asked Derek who looked at surprised but only for a moment before he covered it with a neutral expression.

"No." he said shortly, and Stiles gave him a small smile. He realized something, something that he had already known but in his emotionally deadened state hadn't been able to put words to. He trusted Derek with his life, he also realized that he trusted his opinion and cared what Derek thought about him with that in mind he asked Derek a question.

"Derek can I ask you to do something for me?" Derek looked at him for long moment before nodding.

"I don't want to do this anymore, this hunting, this killing, It's tearing me up inside making this person and I don't like this person..." Stiles trailed off for a moment and looked down at the ground lost for a moment in all the faces of people that he had killed he looked back up and shook his head. "I can't do this anymore." he shook his head again "I can't...but I also can't just leave people here at the mercy of the creatures that are drawn to this town." Derek looked at him expectantly and Sties realized that while he hadn't an answer to the problem till that very moment he did now have an answer.

Stiles knew what he had to do but he didn't want to have to explain it twice since he was pretty sure that no one would take his solution very well. So he walked past Derek and Scott and made his way back into the apartment building and back up to their floor. He opened the door and saw them all look at him from various spots around his and Derek's apartment looking at each other confused like they had no idea how to react or what to say. Stiles waited about ten seconds until Derek and Scott made their way in their apartment behind him and shut their door. Now that he had everyone attention he could tell them what he planned to do "I going to destroy Beacon Hills."

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