A/N; Baffling thought... what the hell is Sheriff Stilinski's first name? Apparently no one knows. How did I never notice this!? What is it with the Stilinski men and secret names? Evidently the fandom goes with John, fitting I think, is that short of John Doe? Hahaa. So for all intents and purposes we're gonna go with that. Now, onwards!

Disclaimer; Though I often wish so ferociously for it to be true, Teen Wolf does in fact not belong to me, at all. Not in the slightest.

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"Not a wolf but..." I drifted off, focusing my eyes on Malia. Couldn't help myself.

"Coyote," Malia conceded.

"Ooh," I remarked, I nodded my head as I sat back down on the bed, I could see it now, "Nice."

At this, Stiles and Malia both stilled, their eyes growing wide.

I made a face, confused, "What?"

Stiles spoke first, as he sat back into his desk chair, "Nice...?"

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Chapter 2; With Open Eyes

Danny

Sometime while I has been sleeping the heavens had cracked open, blasting Beacon Hills with a torrential downpour. Lightning whipped across the sky, rhythmically, illuminating the window pane with bright flashes. I sat on the bed across from Stiles and Malia, all of us quietly staring at one another. A booming crack of thunder split the silence, vaulting Stiles from his seat.

He paced in front of us, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as he muttered to himself.

Suddenly he stopped, staring at me before he resumed his pacing. I could practically see the cogs turning inside his head, working overtime as metaphorical steam surged from his ears.

I could only make out a few random words here and there, from 'werewolf' to 'psychic', 'shifters' to 'druid' as well as a few choice curse words. Either Stiles had an overactive imagination or Beacon Hills wasn't as quiet as it had always seemed to be. Turns out I couldn't escape it even here.

It wasn't until he began muttering something about 'genetic mutation' and 'homo sapiens superior' before I couldn't take it anymore. Usually, when Stiles went on one of his practically incoherent brainstorming tirades you left him too it. Either he came to some genius conclusion that no one had ever thought of or, he ran out of steam. But it was late and I could feel a headache coming on, I didn't have the patience for either outcome.

"Seriously? All your pacing and thinking led you to X-Men? Marvel comics.. is your intelligent thought process? Really Stiles, really? Thats where you're gonna go with this?" I snapped at my cousin. I was all for superhero movies, but really?

Before Stiles could get a word out, footsteps sounded in the hall. Not even a moment later Uncle John's head poked into the room. We must have missed him come in, in all the... excitement.

"Oh," he said, leaning against the door frame, "Stiles you're back. Was hoping to beat you home. Your cousin's here," he smiled, casting a quick look at me, "But uh, well you know that."

"Yeah," Stiles answered sarcastically, "I noticed. When I came home," he paused, "In the dark. To find a body in my bed."

"Yeeeeeah," His father started, hand coming up to scratch the back of his head, "She called the other night, you weren't here and I didn't have time to clean out her room and well, you weren't here."

"I got here earlier then expected," I supplied helpfully, "Drove through the night, was zombie-like."

"Well, while we're all here and awake, let's at least get that room sleepable while we have the extra muscle," Uncle John said, smiling at Malia before disappearing from the room.

I got up to follow before Stiles' hand on my arm halted my steps. He opened his mouth to talk but I beat him to it, the look on his face had said it all. Besides, I wanted to hear a few things myself.

"I know Stiles, we're not done here. The conversation will be had. Just try and relax, I'm not going anywhere..." my lip quirked up into a smirk, "And no, I'm not a shifter, druid, X-Men, or faerie for that matter."

Walking out of the room, I heard Stiles exclaim, "Fairy?! I really hope that that's a joke. Tinkerbell was demonic... What?! You've seen Peter Pan, that firefly betrayed everyone."

Followed by Malia's questioning tone, "What's an X-Men?"

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It only took us about half an hour to tidy up my room, make it livable. We had stacked all the boxes against one wall, creating towering white pillars of varying heights. My uncle was gathering all the papers off the desk and sorting them into multiple piles before sticking them in file folders. He handed them to Stiles, who boxed them.

"Are these old case files?" I inquired, picking a sheet off the floor he had missed.

I looked it over, catching the words 'bipedal lizard man' before it was snatched from my hands. Expecting to see Stiles clutching the paper I was beyond surprised when I looked up and found my uncle standing there. Stuffing the paper into a folder he avoided my eyes. So, he was aware of unusual undergoing's as well. How very interesting.

"A lot of these are... prank calls that were taken down," he said slowly, securing the lid to the final box on the desk. Or was he? Maybe he was on the verge of figuring it all out? Too often I had come across law enforcement or government officials, that stumbled on to the truth. It either made the better at their jobs or left them hanging off barstools at three o'clock in the morning with no means to pay off their tab. I hoped he wouldn't turn out to be the latter.

"Ooh," I smiled, crossing the room to pick up my duffle from its spot by the door. "Like, 'Please, send help, Godzilla's crashing down main street' kind of thing..."

"Exactly like that," he smiled, finally meeting my eyes. So he knew.

Well, it was going to all come out eventually, better that I got it out of the way now.

"And here I thought.. sounds like a kanima on the loose!" I shrugged, emptying my duffle out on to the bed.

He dropped the box in his hand, eyes wide, face red. He looked over at Stiles first who put his hands up in the air, then at Malia, who shook her head.

"We said nothing," Malia declared, placing a box on top of one of the piles, "Didn't have to, she already knew what I was within a couple minutes."

All eyes turned towards me. Here we go.

My uncle sighed, flopping back onto the desk chair, "Hayden, could you let us in on... whatever it is you are." Rubbing his hands over his face he looked back up at me.

I paused in my ministrations, half way between folding a pair of jeans, "I'm your niece."

Stiles started towards me, "You know that isn't what he meant, Hayden."

"Oh, it's Hayden now, huh. How very serious. Should I start using your full name Stiles?"

Stiles blanched, casting a quick glance at Malia who was perched on top of a box, inspecting her fingernails. "No," he squeaked, "All good here." That's right, hit 'em where it hurts.

I sighed. Walking over to the dresser, I placed the stack of recently folded clothes inside before turning towards them.

"I'm human."

At there incredulous looks, I gave them a pointed look, "Honest to god truth. I'm a hundred precent human... Well, maybe not somewhere down the line, I'm not quite sure how that works... but anyways," I cleared my throat. "I was born with a gift... or curse depending how you look at it, of sight."

Malia snorted in the corner, "I think we all were."

Okay, maybe she wasn't as quick as I made her out to be.

"I don't mean literal sight. It's called different things by different cultures, 'shadow sight' or 'faeire sight' or more commonly the 'second sight.'"

I gave them a beat to allow the new information to sink in.

"Like ESP..." Stiles volunteered, gears turning.

That's it, thank you, Stiles.

"I don't know tons about how it works or why but basically I can see through glamour.. uh, see the truth of the supernatural world. Sometimes it's only a feeling, a tingle, but with shifters.. and other supes... Uh, supernatural beings I can see their aura, the truth beneath the mask, as you will."

They started at me, Malia and uncle John seemingly dumbfounded while Stiles soaked it all in. Geek.

I tried again, "It's like, Malia, when you shift, when you use your true eyes and you're able to see differently."

Stiles snapped his fingers, "Ah! I get it. Like when Scott was able to see Kira, her kitsune spirit or aura or whatever you wanna call it. He said it looked like a fox. Like a glowing fox around her."

"Scott too? Really? Has everything changed since I've been gone?" I said, partially speaking to myself as I sunk down on to the bed. Scott had been our other partner in crime once Stiles had hit grade school. Our third Musketeer, I had known him most of my life, still emailed with him regularly. I wondered how long it had been since he changed, crossed over to the real world. Not for the first time, I wished I had told them, Stiles and Scott. I could have helped them through all this change. The nightmare world they had seemingly stumbled into.

"Alright," uncle John interjected, "At least this makes things easier. Lemme tell you when someone is left in the dark when things like Kanima's and demonic ninjas start roaming the streets, it is not an easy thing to lie about."

There was a hint of bitterness there as he refrained from looking at Stiles. I wondered what happened, what desperate situation had led to the opening of his eyes.

I looked up, shifting my gaze to Stiles as I caught the end of his sentence, "Demonic ninjas?"

Stiles had the decency to look sheepish, "I was possessed by a dark spirit, it was a whole thing. I'll.. fill you in later."

Possessed?

"Shifters, kanima's, demoic ninjas and dark spirits... what is this town built over the Hellmouth?," I laughed.

"Nemeton, actually," Stiles answered me.

"That was supposed to be a joke," I frowned, laughter silenced. That was supposed to be a joke.

"Believe me," my uncle said, getting up from the desk, "I wish it was... Now, I think that's enough for tonight."

"It's not actually under town either..." Stiles went on.

"Stiles. Bed. Let's go," his father said, pushing him out the door, "Danny, I'll get these boxes out of here sometime this week."

"Sure thing, no worries," I answered him, still focusing on Stiles' struggling form. It was supposed to be a joke.

"Night, kiddo."

"It's in the woods," Stiles continued holding on to the door frame as his father attempted to drag him from the room.

Malia rolled her eyes, prying his fingers from the door as she pushed him from the room, "Night!"

"Good night." I allowed myself to smile at my cousins antics, watching them push Stiles towards his room as she shut the door.

"It's a tree!" I heard Stiles yell from the hall. I chuckled quietly to myself, could practically hear my uncles sigh.

Even with all the changes, it was still good to be home.

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A/N; A little short I know. This was originally supposed to be longer but I was distracted by life today and now it's late and I have work in the morning and well yeah, I just wanted to get something out. Sorry for any typos! If all goes well the next chapter will be in the next day or two. Hope you all enjoyed! Feedback is not only appreciated but encouraged, xx