Alex is searching for his wallet and finds something else. Allison seek help from Dr Deaton to cleanse the basement. Mr Stilinski gives his son some startling news. Troy discovers that Eric are spying on the Hale-pack and he's not happy. Stiles and Derek have a discussion about pack-leader business, and Derek's words are clearly not sitting well with Stiles.

Alex' wallet was missing, and it had been for a long time. There wasn't any money in it, but it did contain his drivers license and birth certificate. At the moment he had no proof of identity and no easy way to get it either. The wallet itself wasn't such a great loss, but he'd liked it.

He couldn't remember who he took it from, but of everything he'd stolen during his years on the street, that wallet was the only thing he'd kept. The tiny metal plate with the 'Dolce&Gabbana' logo had fallen off, but he'd stuck it inside for safe-keeping.

It wasn't the fact that it was a designer-wallet that had made him hold on to it. It was quite practical also. He'd tossed the credit-cards and spent the couple of hundred dollars he found inside. It also contained a cell-phone, and he and his friends made a few prank-calls before the owner disconnected it. He held on to the phone for a while, but with no extra money to get a phone plan, he later sold it.

It wasn't until he had to drive back and forth between the loft and the Hale-house that he started to search for it. If he ever got pulled over, he would need his drivers license. He'd practically turned the loft upside down, but it was clearly not there. He'd secretly even been in Derek's room and went through everything. He found a few interesting items in there, but no wallet.

He was trying to remember when he saw it last, when he suddenly realized where it could be. The only time he'd taken it with him since he was brought to the loft, was when he thought he had to go with Hester. Alex had looked though Isaac's car several times. He'd also asked Chris to look through the SUV, but came to the conclusion that he had to have lost it on the abandoned baseball field.

He knew he had to go there to look for it, and he'd asked Isaac to come with him.

-o-o-o-o-

Scott was surprised to see Allison at the clinic. She usually spent her days in the woods working on the house. "Hi! What are you doing here?" He smiled brightly and gave her a quick hug. "I just have to clean out these two cages, and then I'm having lunch. Are you here to join me?"

Allison shook her head. "No, uh, yeah, well, no. I need to speak with Deaton." She shrugged and gave him a lopsided smile. "Then we can have lunch." She looked around. "Where is he?"

Scott pointed to the surgery. "He's stitching up a dog. He'll be done soon." He opened one of the cages and pulled out the little blanket that covered the bottom. "What do you want with him?" He wrung up a cloth and started to wipe the inside of the cage as he waited for Allison to reply.

"I want him to cleanse the basement. He can do that, right?" She walked over to where Scott was standing, and looked into one of the cages occupied by a small cat. The cat hissed and scooted backwards. "I guess I'm not a cat-person anymore." She giggled a little, but moved away from it. "Sorry kitty, didn't mean to scare you."

They both turned around when Dr. Deaton came out from the surgery. "Are you done with the cage? He needs to sleep off the anesthesia. Oh, hi Allison." Scott hurried to finish cleaning the cage, before he went into the surgery and picked the dog up from the operating table. The doctor put a clean blanket in there, and held the door to the cage open for Scott to get the dog inside.

"You can take your lunch-break now if you want." He smiled at Allison. "Go with your girlfriend, I can fix the other cage." He was about to leave them to enter his office, when Allison cleared her throat. "Uh, I wonder... Doctor, can you..? I came to ask you a favor."

Deaton turned around and looked at her curiously. "Oh, you came for me." He chuckled a little as he gave Scott wink. "Shoot."

Scott had no idea if the doctor could help with Allison's problem. He didn't quite understand what her problem even was. Allison twisted her hands before she drew her breath quickly. "Well, you know the Hale-house?" She looked at Deaton, but didn't wait or him to confirm. She knew the answer. "The deaths that occurred there are bothering Lydia. ...and also Derek... somewhat."

Dr Deaton nodded as if he knew what was coming. He sighed heavily and rubbed his chin. "I don't know if I can help. You want me to rid the place of ghosts, right?"

Allison's eyes widened. "Ghosts?! Are there really ghosts?" She threw a peek at Scott, but he was just as baffled as her and couldn't come up with anything to say. The doctor laughed humorlessly. "No. No ghosts. It's just a saying. The bad vibes that a banshee can feel. We call it ghosts."

He shrugged and looked at Allison for the longest time. Then he shrugged again. "I don't know, but I'll look into it." He turned to enter his office. "Go and have lunch. I can't do anything right now, though."

Scott grabbed Allison's hand and squeezed it gently. "Come on." He tried to pull her towards the door, but she resisted. "We won't move in yet. There's no hurry. I appreciate it if you just think about it for now."

The doctor entered his office and turned briefly to look at them. "You're moving in?" He threw a glance at Scott. "I can probably come up with something, but I can't promise anything."

-o-o-o-o-

"I'm selling the house." Mr Stilinski had his back turned towards Stiles as he scooped coffee into the coffeemaker. Stiles had, for the first time in a long time spent the night in his own room. He was sitting by the kitchen table nibbling on a piece of toast. It was fairly early, but he'd crawled out of bed to have breakfast with his dad.

He almost choked on the bread when he heard the words. "Why? Sell the house. My home. Why?" It didn't make any sense. His dad grabbed the frying pan before he turned around. The bacon was still sizzling a little as he picked it out of the pan and put it on the two plates. "What's the point? You're moving out. I don't need all this space alone."

Stiles stared at him, but didn't manage to catch his eyes. His dad turned around again, and put the pan back on the stove before he cracked two eggs into it. "Is this a threat?" Stiles had raised his voice significantly. "Is this your way of keeping me from moving in with Derek?"

Mr Stilinski shook his head. He still had his back turned towards the table. "No it's not. If you don't move out now, you will do it sooner or later. I'm not getting any younger, and I just want a small place. A place that is easier to maintain."

There was a soreness in his voice that was impossible to ignore, and Stiles got up from the chair and went over to stand next to his dad. "You don't want to sell. I, I can't imagine not coming here to visit you. Maybe even spend the night."

He heard his dad chuckle a little. "Stiles, Stiles. I can't. The two of us barely manage to keep this place clean and tidy. We're not cut out for housework any of us. Why would I want to live here alone. It's nice that you would want to come over, but even if I get a smaller place there will always be room for you."

The eggs were done, and Mr Stilinski lifted the pan off the burner and put it on the hot-pad in the middle of the table. "It's also..." He paused as he pulled out a chair for himself. "I want you to be independent."

Stiles sat down and stared at his dad. "What do you mean?" He didn't get a reply immediately, so while he was waiting, he picked one of the eggs out of the pan and put it on his plate. His dad also served himself before he cleared his throat. "I want you to have your own money. I don't want you to have to live off of Derek. If I sell the house, you can get part of your inheritance."

He sighed as he picked up his knife. "Let's eat. It's not going to happen today or tomorrow or anytime soon." He grabbed a piece of toast and buttered it. Stiles shook his head. "But I have my college-fund and I'm working. I make my own money."

With a lopsided smile, his dad looked up. "It's hardly enough, and the college-fund is for, uh, for college." He reached his hand out and patted Stiles'. "Don't worry about it now. It's going to happen, but not yet. I just wanted you to know that there will come a time."

-o-o-o-o-o-

It took two weeks before Troy discovered what Eric was up to. The two of them had barely exchanged a word since Hester's death, so Eric got quite surprised when Troy entered the kitchen. The guy had rarely set his foot in this room lately, so Eric knew something was up.

"You are spying on them, aren't you?" Troy folded his arms across his chest. "Why didn't you tell us?" Eric tried to focus on his task. He didn't know what to say. "Eric! Come on! I followed you last night. What are you up to?"

Eric didn't know if Troy knew that he'd left almost every night, or if it was just a coincidence that he got caught. "I, I just wanted to... Don't worry about it, I needed to get out of this house for a while, and I ended up there." He didn't turn to look at Troy, but he heard the guy emit a sinister laugh.

"Fuck you. Be honest. I know that this is not the first time." He came up behind him and grabbed his forearm. With a quick movement he twisted Eric's arm up behind his back. "Ouch. I didn't do anything wrong." Eric tried to get out of the grip, but Troy was significantly stronger than him.

"Why would you take the old Accord? I know you well enough. If you were just going on a joyride you'd take the Merc." Troy pushed Eric against the counter. "You know that Alex would recognize it, so you used the one car he didn't know about."

Eric was surprised that Troy had been able to grasp the reason for taking the Accord. Maybe the guy wasn't so stupid after all. "I didn't think about that. I, the Mercedes was Hester's car, I didn't..." A quick tug on his arm made him scream out in pain.

"Don't lie. You have to tell us what you learned about them." Suddenly Troy let go of him and stepped back. "I'm going to tell Jade about this. Be prepared to explain yourself."

Eric rubbed his arm and watched as Troy left the kitchen. He continued preparing breakfast as he tried to come up with a story that they all would believe. If he had to lie, it had to be foolproof. There was a chance he could fool Troy, but the twins would be harder to convince. He wondered if they too knew about his nightly trips, or if Troy had discovered this all by himself.

-o-o-o-o-

"What if this doesn't work out?" Stiles was holding up the drywall while Derek dug out some screws from the box. "I mean, when we move in... what if we... We have to plan this properly." Derek wondered what Stiles was referring to. "I don't understand. What will not work out?"

Stiles looked away for a second before he turned back and met Derek's eyes. "We're a bunch of teenagers. We're spoiled. How can we keep a house." He sighed and continued. "I mean... we are not used to this. I'm messy. If my dad doesn't tell me to tidy my room, it's not going to happen."

Derek knew what Stiles was getting at, but he smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry about that. We'll find out. In a pack there has to be a leader. Every werewolf in the pack will listen and follow orders."

When Stiles rolled his eyes and huffed, Derek patted his shoulder. "You'll see. It will come natural. Any dispute will be solved by the pack-leader, and the others will feel compelled to listen and take directions."

Stiles did not seem convinced. "But I'm not a werewolf. I could feel compelled to disobey." He sported a lopsided smile. "I love you, but sometimes I don't agree with you. How could you order me around without putting our relationship in jeopardy?"

There was a real danger in that. Derek knew that Stiles would possible challenge anyone he disagreed with. "Nobody will order anyone around. We have to share the tasks, but ultimately a pack-leader will have the last word." He shrugged. "It'll not necessarily be me."

He could feel that Stiles startled a little. "What? But you... It's your pack. You are the leader." The confused expression on Stiles' face humored Derek, but he quickly composed himself. "We have three Alphas. If they want me as their leader, I'll do it, but you know that I screwed up before. I need unconditional support, and I'm not sure that I have it."

-o-o-o-o-o-

They were well on their way to finish this. Chris was standing in the front yard with a cup of coffee staring at the facade of the house. Except for some minor details here and there, it looked practically done.

The inside was still not even close to being finished, but they were getting there. It took Isaac and Alex forever to get the insulation in; Derek had demanded that the two of them did it, and it was hard to watch, because Chris had never seen anyone more clumsy.

At the moment, Dave the electrician, was wiring the ground floor, while Derek and Stiles was working on the drywall. Chris knew he had to leave for a couple of days, and he wondered if Derek was capable of handling this by himself for the time being.

The kitchen cabinets and other fixtures would arrive sometime next week, and Chris would be back in good time for that. He wasn't sure if they would be ready to install everything when it arrived, but with the doors and windows done, they could store it securely inside the house.

The fact that Allison was coming around and seemed to want to move in, pleased him more that he would have thought himself. His little girl was going to leave their home and start a new chapter of her life. It was sad, but Chris knew it would be for the best. He knew he couldn't possibly live with a werewolf. Even if it was his own daughter, it would be impossible for him to keep her safe in the long run.

-o-o-o-o-o-

After a short discussion with Stiles, the two of them were allowed to borrow the jeep. Alex had been driving the Toyota back and forth, but he hated that car. That's why when he and Isaac were going to look for the wallet, he demanded that they took another vehicle. He didn't trust the old wreck on the highway, an was happy that Stiles let them take his car.

They parked next to the overgrown residue of the bleachers, and Alex tried to retrace his own path to the middle of the field. He wasn't quite sure where he and Derek had stopped to meet Hester; he'd been too nervous to pay much attention to the surroundings. Isaac had been on the far end, so he was completely clueless. The field wasn't too big, but the weeds that covered it made it hard to get a good view of the ground.

Suddenly, Alex stumbled in something. A quick reaction from Isaac was the only thing preventing him from falling on his face. He looked down and saw the plate that told him they were standing on second base.

'You got to second base with me without having to chat me up first.' He could almost hear Hester's voice in his head and he turned to Isaac with a smile. "Here. We met her here. She died right there." He pointed to the ground, where they could see a few pieces of shredded fabric. "I think that it part of Allison's shirt."

The sun was shining brightly, and Alex saw something on the ground that reflected the sunlight. Isaac didn't notice; he was panning the surroundings, obviously looking for the wallet. He trailed away towards the outfield as Alex bent down to pick up the item he'd seen so many times before.

He got up and looked at the chain with the two rings dangling from his hand. "Isaac!" He grabbed the rings with his other hand and held it out. Isaac came closer and chucked a little. "Is this a proposal? Don't you think it's a little soon." He looked at the rings and was about to pick them up, when Alex wrapped his fingers around them with a scoff. "Yeah, you wish."

When he realized what he'd said, he could feel the burn on his face from the blush. He knew that Isaac had been joking, but Alex spotted a flash of sadness in his eyes when he gave him that hash reply.

"Sorry. It's just..." He opened his hand a little and looked down at the rings. He knew he had to give them to Jade and Joy. Isaac hurried to wrap an arm around him. "No, don't worry. It was just a joke. Whose are they?"

Alex closed his eyes and sighed. He wished that he'd have the guts to really ask that question, but he was pretty sure Isaac wasn't ready for it. "It's Hester's. We should bring it to the twins. It's a very important heirloom for them."

Isaac nodded slowly, before he suddenly let go and took a few quick steps to the left. "I think..." He bent down and picked something up. "Is this it?" He waved the wallet in the air, before he came back and handed it to Alex. "It is. Thanks. Now I'm a person again. Now I have proof of identity."

He opened it and slipped the chain with the two rings inside, before he picked out his drivers license and held it up. "We can go now. I don't like it here. Can I drive back?" Isaac smiled and nodded. "Sure." Then he grabbed Alex's wrist and pulled his hand towards his face to look at the license more closely. "You're twenty-one?" Alex startled a little. "I am?" He was just as surprised himself. He hadn't celebrated a birthday since he was fourteen.

"Two weeks ago. How could you not know?" Isaac shook his head and pulled him into an embrace. "I turn eighteen soon. We should have a party and celebrate this together."

Alex got a little thrown. He didn't know that Isaac was underage. He'd been so sure they were about the same age. Thinking about it, he realized that he should have known. Isaac was starting his senior year in high school. Not that it mattered so much to him, but he did worry that Isaac wasn't ready for a long term commitment. He tried to push the worries away. A few years wouldn't make a difference. If it was meant to be it was meant to be. The werewolf in him knew that he was bonded with Isaac, and if Isaac felt the same way it wouldn't matter.

With their hands laced together they walked towards the jeep. Alex looked up at his boyfriend. "We can do that. We can have a party." He hesitated for a second before he continued. "We can do it every year from now on." The quick squeeze on his hand and the shy smile on Isaac's face told him that there was hope, and he decided not to pursue it any further for now.

I will have a new chapter ready tomorrow. I promise.