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February 15th, 2013

7:03 AM

A month later, with help from the Pack, Stiles' ribs had healed. He still had to walk in a knee brace for another month or two. When Stiles went back to the hospital for a check-up, the Doctors were so impressed and shocked that he was healing beautifully. Stiles was so tired of lying around the Apartment Building that he was happy that he could return to school. He wanted to go back to work, but his manager didn't want him to come back until he was fully healed.

"I don't like this," Derek told him as he watched Stiles get dressed in his Bathroom. Stiles had to stay in Derek's loft after a couple of reporters had snuck into the building. He would be safer on the 12th floor until Derek can improve security. Stiles was ignoring Derek; he had been since last night. Derek thought he would redeem himself by cooking Stiles dinner and telling him how much of a selfish idiot he was. Stiles had let Scott dig into his memories and find clues; he saw the note from "Derek." They all assessed that the note must have been from the abductors. Derek was a little too late. "Stiles," Derek whined, walking into the Bathroom, carefully spinning Stiles to face him. "I know you think I am being an asshole, but I don't have a good feeling about this. Please listen to me," Derek's eyes were glassy. He had started dropping his wall around Stiles so much.

"I don't think you being worried about me means anything anymore," Stiles crossed his arms and looked up at Derek. The Alpha saw how much Stiles was hurting. First, He found out that his boyfriend cheated on him with his arch cousin/nemesis. He was abducted and violated within an inch of his life, then he found out his father had died, and the same person might have murdered his mother.

"Of course it does, I love-" Derek said, and Stiles slapped him. Not hard enough to leave a mark for a few seconds, but hard enough to know what he's doing is wrong.

"Derek, what the hell are you trying to do?" Stiles snapped.

"I'm just trying to tell you how sorry I am," Derek's face turned red.

"Yeah, you're sorry, all right."

"What do you want me to do?" Derek wiped the tears from his face.

"I want you to grow up. You can't just go around and get a girl pregnant then pretend it never happened," Stiles told him. Derek thought he sounded a lot like his mother, Talia.

"You hate Jessica. We just had sex once. I don't love her," Derek told him.

"It isn't about Jessica anymore; it's about your baby. She will not be a good parent. Are you going to step up? Just be a deadbeat," Stiles turned back around and continued fixing his hair.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you... It would help if you didn't talk to them," Derek muttered, putting a hand on Stiles' shoulder. The last month the Murder of Noah Stilinski has been everywhere. It's been published in every magazine, on almost every new channel, and two specials have been advertised on FOX and OWN. Stiles had picked three reporters to do their interviews, and it was going to be live, so they couldn't edit anything he said. He had learned not to trust reporters from his Aunt Courtney, and she wouldn't be near him or seriously regret it. Stiles knew a lot about this town and his Aunt Courtney. Jessica wanting his life wasn't just in their generation; Courtney wanted everything Claudia had. They were identical twins. Not only was it Stiles' first day back at school, but the auditorium was being set up for Stiles to be interviewed. Everyone wants to know what he saw, what he went through, and how he coped. He just wanted to be left alone, especially by the vigil held for his father in a couple of days.

"They are just going to keep stalking me until I talk. Maybe everything will go away when I talk to them." Stiles fashioned a neckerchief to cover up Scott's claw mark on his neck. Stiles was so self-conscious about his body now that he had scars. He asked Lydia to teach him how to use makeup, he couldn't hide the deeper scars, but hopefully, they weren't as noticeable with the discoloration. He looked down at his shirt and the long sleeves, showing his wrists. His bindings that night were permanently there now. He started covering his wrists with makeup, the

When Derek finds Peter, he will kill him, slowly and painfully... He knew exactly why Peter had done this to Stiles. He was marking him as his. Sometimes werewolves would disfigure their sexual partners so other men would know they were taken. He knew how much Stiles wanted to remain human. He overheard Stiles asking Scott if he would bite him. He asked if he was bitten and turned to see if his scars would heal; Derek couldn't see his face; Scott told him he only heals the wounds he gets after he is bitten, but he knew it was devastated if he hadn't gotten so upset and shut down.

"Stiles... wait," Derek stopped him from putting more makeup on his arms. Stiles sighed and closed his eyes. He had gotten comfortable enough around the Pack to let them touch him, though he still didn't enjoy it.

"What?" Stiles pinched his nose when Derek directed him to sit on the toilet lid. He walked into this closet and then came back to Stiles. Derek knelt before him and started pulling up his left arm sleeve. Stiles jerked away. When Derek gave him a sincere look, Stiles blushed and let him take his hand. Derek turned Stiles' hand facing down and wrapped a silky scared around it, folding it into a delicate bracelet. Stiles dressed in all black to blend in. His neckerchief and shoes were even all black. The Scarfs that Derek was folding on his wrists were vibrant and detailed. They were hand-painted Japanese cherry trees and red birds. "Derek... I can't wear these; I will ruin them... haven't you seen how coordinated I am?" Stiles sighed, "Are... are they your Mom's scarves? They are beautiful."

"Yes, they were... but they are yours now," Derek told him, kissing the knot he tied on each scarf. His mother used to do that to him and his siblings when they asked her to tie their wrist scarves. It was her signature look.

"Derek..." Stiles shook his head

"Yes, Stiles, you can wear them until I find something to heal you... okay?" Derek asked. "Derek gathered himself when he heard the Elevator Doors open. Isaac and Scott were coming to pick Stiles up to head to School. "If you feel like you need to come home or need me to come to pick you up... Just call, okay?" Derek asked, and he nodded. He hated it when Derek changed from being an asshole to a sweetheart. He tells himself he hates Derek, but when he treats him like this, it makes him fall in love all over again.

February 17th, 2013

7:20 PM

Stiles was slowly finding out a way to ignore the stares of his peers and their parents. The coroner still had his father's body, and he had no idea when he would be able to put him to rest. They were now at his father's vigil held at the football field. The town was planning to hold it at the park, but Stiles expressed his discomfort with it, both of his parents had been found there.

It's been postponed a couple of times because of the frenzy of reporters and amateur detectives trying to solve the Murder Case of the Century. Stiles felt safe with his pack and the entire sheriff's department around him. He didn't like his father's replacement, Rafael McCall. He doesn't trust him because of his history with Scott and his Mom, but he also thinks he is a shitty cop. If his father were in charge of this size of a murder case, he would have solved it by now or at least gone out of his way to help shoo away the press.

Ever since he had done the interviews two days ago, the media has sort of let up on him. Now everyone is looking at connections between his parent's cases. Many people in the town and around the United States wanted an arrest. They think the Sheriff's office is lazy and not doing their jobs. Stiles had to distract himself from the investigation. All of his questions only brought him to his parent's brutal murders. They were found in the same place.

They both were strangled to death, stabbed 88 times, and shot in the head three times. There was a connection that Stiles planned on letting investigators in on, just not the police force. There had been many murder victims on Carson Pass Highway linked together, they thought it was the same person killing, and they called him the Highway 88 Ripper. The first victim of the ripper was found in 1989, but they assumed she had been there for a couple of months before being found. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't connect his parent's cases with the victims of the 88 Ripper. The only thing in common with the victims is that the road by Beacon Park they were found on is a part of the Carson Pass Highway. If he could prove that his parents were victims of the ripper, then they would be the 79th, and 80th victims found on Highway 88. Many people suspect and theorize that the Ripper will stop at victim 88.

"Stiles?" A lady came up to him. He was trying to focus on the words of his speech and not what they were about. He recognized her as his mother's friend, Gina Lewis. She was with her son Rhett who was the same age as Stiles. Stiles remembered Rhett; they would play in the backyard when his mother visited Claudia. Stiles hadn't seen her in a while. She moved pretty close after his mother was found.

"Hi, Mrs. Lewis... Rhett," Stiles avoided eye contact. He was trembling and struggling to keep it together as it was.

"Honey... I want to tell you how sorry I am," Gina told him, putting a hand over his, and he looked at her. She was older now and had wrinkles, but she was still stunning. Rhett was looking down at his feet. They never really got along; Rhett would always play too rough. Stiles started scratching the back of his head, but then something caught his eye. Gina was wearing a Beacon Hills Alum shirt with her graduation year on it, 1988.

"You graduated in 88?" Stiles asked, and she was confused by the question. She looked down at her shirt.

"Yes, I did,"

"But... you were in the same year as my parents?" Stiles asked. He never looked at yearbooks, but his father had one on the bookshelves. It was the class of 1987, so he always thought they graduated then.

"Oh, Claudia and I were the class of 88, your father was a year older than us, but he failed junior year," She told him like it was something she wasn't supposed to say. Maybe his father didn't want him to know that he wasn't that good in school.

"Do you have a yearbook?" Stiles asked desperately. He didn't want to go back home to find it.

"Sorry, but no, the school that year had to recall the yearbooks for some reason... but I think the only people that have copies are the Yearbook committee... and maybe even the school library?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Lewis, it was so nice seeing you again," Stiles said, shaking her hand and running to the building.

"Stiles, are you okay?" Theo asked, running beside him, Jackson on the other side. The Pack didn't want Stiles to be alone for one second, but most of them were talking to citizens trying to distract them from going to talk to Stiles. "Was it Derek... I told him not to come today," Theo muttered. Jessica made no secret of him being with the baby. She was practically dripping off Derek, trying to make Stiles jealous.

"Not everything is about Derek..." Stiles muttered, "I need to see something," They walked into the library and up the stairs. Stiles used his phone's flashlight and scanned for the yearbook. They had yearbooks from 1939 to the present, but 1988 was missing.

"Stiles, what are you looking for? We can help. You have to give your speech soon." Jackson put a hand on his shoulder, and Stiles collapsed onto the ground.

"I-I don't know what I am looking for. I feel so worthless," He broke down.

"Well... you were asking her about the 1988 yearbook. I am sure it's around here somewhere," Theo looked around at other shelves. They all froze when they heard a throat clear.

"It's um... its right here," Benny stood up. He had hidden when he heard them running in.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you in the library?" Theo puffed out his chest and pulled Stiles behind him.

"Benny?" Stiles remembered him, and Benny smiled back at him.

"You know him?" Jackson asked as the stranger handed him the yearbook.

"He was there at the Hotel when I escaped..." Stiles looked down at his feet, "What do you want with a yearbook? Why are you here? Nieghton is like an hour away," He wiped his cheeks. Theo tried comforting him but was pushed away. Stiles couldn't stand him being around him. Theo and Stiles dated from Year 7 to Sophomore Year before he cheated on Stiles with Jessica.

"I wanted to talk to you... but not tonight. I also wanted to show you some support tonight..." Benny twiddled his thumbs anxiously.

"What did you want to talk to him about?" Theo demanded; he was an aggravating jealous type. Even though they hadn't been with each other in two years, he still gets protective of Stiles, especially when a guy wants to talk to him.

"The Yearbook is kind of useless... everyone's pictures and the typing is smeared to the point of not being able to make anything out," Benny explained, "I wanted to see it for the same reason I am sure you want to,"

"Why is that?" Jackson asked, confused. Stiles was curious to see if Benny was on the same page as him.

"To see if there is any connection with his parents and the 88 Ripper," He said. As Stiles looked at the yearbook himself in frustration, Theo and Jackson were lost. "38 of the victims have been reported to have graduated in 88 but couldn't find out what Highschool they went to.

"Why would the ripper have anything to do with the Beacon Hills High School class?" Theo asked

"We don't know... but there were seven victims from here. Something happened in 1988," Stiles explained, "Benny, what did you want to tell me?"

"Stiles, it can wait..."

"Tell me," Stiles took a step closer to him.

"I don't want to upset you,"

"Tell me! I am sick and tired of people treating me like I am glass!" Stiles shouted. He then closed his eyes and took deep breaths to calm down. "Can you just me... Please," Stiles asked softly.

"Well... I don't know how I always knew this... but I feel like I am responsible for your parent's death... for all of the ripper's victims," Benny sighed, reaching in his pocket. "I am a private investigator part-time when I am not working at the hotel... looking in your eyes when you were there has just, it just has put some questions into my head. "I always knew I was adopted... I found adoption papers in my parent's attic when I was younger. My birth parents' names were redacted. I only knew I was born in Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital... so last night, I snuck into the hospital's back room and found my birth papers. My father didn't sign the birth certificate, but Mother did..." he handed Stiles the paper.

"No... you are lying," Stiles shook his head when he read the name Claudia Lawson, his mother.

"I swear to God, I am not lying," Benny's eyes teared up.

"Stiles... he is telling the truth," Jackson comforted him. Stiles felt like falling to his knees and never getting back up.

"I'm okay... I'm okay," Stiles held it back, "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I don't know... I will tell you when I find out who murdered your Mom and Dad,"

"Our Mom..." Stiles corrected, and Benny looked down at his feet and cleared his throat, uncomfortable.

"Did you by chance see my birthdate?" He asked

"August 8th, 1988," Stiles read out loud.

"Do you think it's a coincidence or-"

"it's a Pattern," Stiles finished Benny's thought.

"So if your parent's murders are connected to the 88 Ripper or even to each other, we will have to find another copy of this yearbook?" Theo asked

"So we can see if there are more victims of the Ripper in there and see who was close with my parents and might know more than they are saying.

"I don't see how this is connected to Benny, though..." Jackson asked

"I think whoever my father is, he is the Ripper," he explained, and the three boys looked at him for more evidence. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I um... I saw another document while I was in the hospital. Claudia came in with Alcohol Poisoning. The nurse wrote in her notes that she thought the patient was... messed with at a party when she was passed out," He handed that document to Stiles as well. "The hospital called the police to interview her, and they tested her, but the results weren't written in the file," She looked down at his feet as he told Stiles. "I um... I went to the Sheriff's Department to see if I could get any files. I am going to put this back at the hospital, though.

"I'll go with you," Stiles told him, "Well, um... not to the hospital, I would attract too much attention. I will go to you to the Sheriff's Office. I have a little pull around there,"

"I will go to the School's Office while you are doing your speech and see if they have files from 88. Maybe I can find some names; that lady said that the Year Book committee might have the 1988 Yearbook," Theo offered

"I think I might have one..." Jackson said, "My Birth Parents left me a storage unit with everything in it. They graduated in 88,". Jackson doesn't think his parents were murdered, but it was a bit suspicious now that they thought about how they got in a fatal car crash in front of Beacon Park. Stiles looked at him thankfully. Jackson had been a lot less of a dick to him lately.

"If you don't, then I know someone who might. Or at least know who was on the committee," Benny grabbed the yearbook and turned it to page 10. The pictures were of the yearbook committee. The ink was destroyed, but there was one name sort of visible, Courtney Lawson, Stiles' Aunt.

"Stiles?" Deputy Parrish walked into the library and found them, "the ceremony is starting, are you ready?" he asked. Stiles took a deep breath and let Parrish escort him back onto the football field; people walked around the track with their candles lit. They all stopped and faced the stage when they saw Stiles walking towards it; Stiles couldn't find his pack other than Jackson and Theo behind him. He looked around and didn't even see the police force; the only deputy there was Parrish. He had a nervous face. Everyone was looking at Stiles like he was about to break.

"Thank you all for coming to this vigil to celebrate the life of Sheriff Noah Stilinski, my father," Stiles stopped and gathered himself, "He was the best person I ever knew... I don't know how he could manage so many Numbers 1's in his life. When he was at his job, the citizens of Beacon Hills were his number one priority. My mother and I were his number one priority when he was at home. His colleagues and friends weren't just people to him. They were family." Stiles wished the department were still here somewhere. He wanted this to be a eulogy to them and the town since he wasn't inviting anyone to his father's funeral. He noticed that the press had set up cameras focused on him from the bleachers. He looked around, confused. He had expected people to be sobbing; it's what's been happening when his father's friends and people who knew him were doing when they saw him at the high school. They were all looking like they were sorry for him like they were devastated.

"Stiles," Jessica came out of the crowd. He saw a look on her face he had never seen before

"Even though he isn't physically here anymore-"

"Stiles, you have got to go now," Jessica tugged his arm.

"I am saying goodbye to my father," Stiles said with venom in his tone.

"We have to go before they get to you," Isaac came out of nowhere, physically dragging Stiles away from the podium.

"What is going on?" Stiles hit and pushed Isaac away from him. Before Isaac could explain, Jessica's mother shoved a microphone in his face, and her cameraman's camera was right behind her microphone.

"Stiles, the country wants to know how you feel about the first arrest the Sheriff's Office made in your rape case. Did you know it was Scott McCall who raped you all along? You two are best friends, is that correct?" She asked

"What? No? he didn't rape me. What are you talking about?"

"Agent McCall just arrested his son for being an accomplice of your kidnapping and rape," She asked. Isaac pushed the camera out of his face and hid Stiles' head in his arm, taking him away. Jessica was yelling at her mom for doing this right now, she didn't like Stiles, but she was a human being... plus she wasn't that fond of her mother either. Stiles pushed Isaac away from him. If his aunt tried to make him look like a fool in front of the country, he would expose her until no one believed her lies.

"Everyone, record this," Stiles walked back to the podium; his father's vigil was already ruined. "Scott McCall had nothing to do with my kidnapping; he would never do anything to harm me."

"Then can you explain why his DNA was inside you and why it was all over your father?"

"I was drugged and raped. I have no idea what happened for 24 hours. Someone is trying to frame him," he told everyone. The reporters were all trying to get close enough to ask him questions. The citizens of Beacon Hills knew how corrupt Courtney was, and Stiles had a mental break, so they blocked anyone from getting too close to him. Isaac wrapped an arm around Stiles, trying to get him to stop. "What I want to know is what do you know about my rape," Stiles asked. He told everyone to record this because Courtney never reported live. She would edit out the boring parts or didn't paint her in a good light.

"Are you trying to insinuate that I had something to do with your disappearance? That is ridiculous," She laughed like it was absurd, "You are my only Nephew," she laughed. Stiles looked to Benny to see if he was okay. That's when Courtney saw him. "Benjamin?" She whispered. Stiles had to distract away from him. He didn't want his Aunt to exploit his half-brother.

"I don't know what you are capable of. You used the fundraiser money you raised for my father's funeral for new boobs," Stiles pointed out, "You displayed and leaked pictures of my mother, your sister's, dead body, and exploited her death to get famous. You slept with my father pretending to be my mother five days before she was found murdered. How do I know that you didn't want her dead to take her place? All of your life, you wanted to be her," Stiles accused? The football field was still and silent; everyone's mouths were agape.

"Stiles, that is untrue,"

"Which one? You are exploiting her death or trying to break up a perfectly good marriage. I saw you come out of his room when she was away with her friends,"

"You were 10. You had an active imagination like your mother,"

"I heard you two fighting that night. You told him you would tell my mom that he slept with you if he didn't give you the files on the Ripper Victim found in the preserve."

"You don't know what you're talking about, kid; at least I'm not friends with my rapist," She snapped at him.

"At least I am not a homewrecking whore, deadbeat mother and aunt, and a horrible sister," Stiles replied with just as much disdain as she had.

"Stiles... come on," Benny grabbed his wrist; this time, Stiles went with them. Everyone stood frozen, watching him and Courtney. They got in the Pack van and texted the pack to meet them at the Loft. The others were all trying to find out why Scott was being arrested.

"So... it's true," Jessica looked Benny up and down, "Claudia does have another son,"

"What are you doing here?" Stiles practically growled, "get out of the van,"

"I... owe you an apology," She sighed.

"You think?"

"Not about Derek," She smirked, "He was begging me to let him fuck me without me even having to seduce him for long. He was never yours," She shrugged.

"Then what the fuck are you apologizing for," Theo gritted his teeth on the verge of shifting. Benny looked at him, a little scared.

"Because... I am the reason you were taken," Jessica sighed, checking her fingernails uncomfortable, "I wrote you that note from Derek,"