August 2nd, 2002

2:20 PM

The Stilinski's moved back to Beacon Hills when Noah got a job. Claudia was happy for him… but she didn't want to be back. She did love how close the Elementary School was to their new house. She loved how quaint their new house was. It was much bigger than their apartment in Veluxee. She had been working in the garden for hours, planting begonias, when she felt eyes on her back. She got up and swiped the dirt from her clothes, setting down her trowel. She walked to the School early to pick up Stiles.

Sitting on a bench outside, she heard snickering and whispers of the other wives. She knew it was about her and assumed it was because she was all dirty, but she couldn't care less. She wasn't stupid. They were talking about how she was the first girl in the class of 88 to have a child four months after school ended. They all had children now. They were condemning her for giving up her first son.

"You know… it gets easier to listen to them squeak when they eventually get divorced or fat," a girl told her, sitting beside her on the bench, "How long have you been back, girlie?"

"Thank you, Melissa," Claudia played with her pixie-cut hair. She wasn't good at talking to someone she didn't like, so she gave her a small smile. They didn't talk, and the awkward silence was made even worse.

"Hey Claudia," Courtney walked over from the gaggle of wives to talk to her. She ignored Melissa. "What are you guys talking about?"

"What were you guys talking about?" She repeated the question.

"Oh, Angelica and I were just talking about how hard her adopting Jackson was and how he is reacting after finding out," Courtney shrugged.

"That's Angelica Fields?" She asked

"Angelica Whittemore now, she finally married David," Courtney waved her over, "I was just telling Claudia how hard it has been for Jacks,"

"Oh yeah… he has taken it so to heart… I wish he knew how much we love him," Angelica said, unaware of what Courtney was doing.

"I don't understand how someone can give up a beautiful being that they grew in their bodies… its just so upsetting. Angelica, you are truly a hero,"

"I don't understand how people's faces aren't mistaken for toys with the amount of plastic in them," Claudia clapped back. All three had gotten countless operations to their faces since they graduated. Melissa snorted, attempting to hold in laughter. She was glad she wasn't at the end of Claudia's quips for once because they were entertaining. The ring of the bell dismissal could have been mistaken for a fighting ring match at that time. The three broke their glaring at Claudia when the doors opened, and kids started spilling out.

Claudia was happy to see Stiles hanging off a boy as they walked out of the office, Jessica was at the boy's feet, and the boy was trying to show how strong he was as he struggled to keep walking with them hanging off of him.

"Scott, you better give up, or they are going to embarrass you," Melissa laughed at the three goofballs; Claudia raised her eyebrows and saw the resemblance of Melissa and Rafael in Scott's face.

"Momma, Momma! Can I go to Scott's house? He has a trampoline!" Stiles asked, pulling at Claudia's shirt. She pets his hair, noticing he was just as dirty as her.

"I don't know, Beelzebub, we got to get you clean. Your father wants to show us off to his new cop buddies," She told him. She called him Beelzebub because he was mischievous and always eating something. She chose not to think of the negatives of that name, and other mothers' judged her for nicknaming her son after the Demon of Gluttony.

"Awe…" Stiles said he was upset he didn't get to go to Scotts, but he loved cops and wanted to ask them questions. He would have to locate the questions notebook he uses when he asks his dad or his partner questions.

"Mom, Can Scott come home with us? I want to show him my Play-Station," Jessica asked. Courtney sighed.

"Guys… they are just kids," Melissa scoffed under his breath.

"Of course, sweetie," Courtney said, and Scott cheered with Jessica.

"You can come to jump on my trampoline another day, okay, buddy?" Scott said, not wanting to leave Stiles out.

The walk was silent back to the house. Stiles was stomping with his arms crossed. Claudia sighed and put and hand on Stiles' shoulder, "Beelzebub… I know it sucks to be the third wheel,"

"No, you don't! Jessica always steals my friends away," Stiles said, upset.

"Sweetie, I am sorry… I want you to hang out with him?"

"Who? Scott? What did he ever do to you?" Stiles pouted his lip; Claudia cleaned the dirt off his chin and tilted his head up.

"He has evil inside of him, Stiles… I don't want you to be around him,"

February 20th, 2013

3:03 AM

Trigger Warning: Small Memories of rape

Stiles woke up from the dream confused. Like the past couple of weeks, his dreams have just been memories. He does remember this day; it was five months before his mother was murdered.

"Isaac?" Stiles asked, and Isaac stood up, he was sleeping, but it was in front of the apartment door. "Why are you sleeping on the ground?" Stiles asked. Isaac has been crashing on the couch when Stiles is in his apartment. He was sleeping at the door to protect the pale boy. Even when Stiles isn't with him, he sleeps at Derek or Scott's door in case they need backup.

"Stiles? What's wrong?" Isaac asked, worried if he had slept through Stiles screaming himself awake. None of the pack had any sleep since Scott was arrested. They all were trying to find a way to get him out. Stiles slid in the bed, wanting Isaac to get it. This was so out of character Isaac didn't understand until Stiles patted the bed like he was a dog. "Your mom used to call you Beelzebub?" Isaac smiled when Stiles was done telling him what the dream was about.

"What does she mean he has evil in him… is it just because she didn't like Melissa? I thought they were friends," Stiles mumbled, half asleep, tracing his finger on Isaac's chest. Isaac felt like he could fall asleep again with Stiles in his arms.

"Do you think Scott did it?"

"No… of course not. I want to know why my mom thinks he was a bad seed,"

"That's the first time you told me one of your dreams… can you tell me more?" Isaac asked, "You don't have to, but maybe we can connect something with two brains together… 1 brain," Isaac touched Stiles' head, "1/2 a brain," He touched his head, making Stiles laugh.

"Well…" Stiles didn't want to tell him about that night. The same 5 minutes kept replaying in his brain. He has had other memories come through dreams like what just happened, some memories that he had regressed. "Well… um, do you remember when I admitted myself to Echien House?" Stiles asked, and Isaac nodded. How could he forget? An actual demon-possessed Stiles almost killed him. Stiles looked vulnerable and upset about the memory.

"You don't have to tell me… I think I can connect the dots," Isaac hugged Stiles, it was just a hug, but Stiles curled up into Isaac.

"It's not the first time I was in there… when my mom died when I said I had gone to my grandfathers for a couple of months of the school year. I was there… I couldn't take my grief and entered a catatonic state. I um… I didn't realize this until I was there with the Nogitsune, but I was abused the first time there. By doctors, by patients… by my roommate." Stiles finished, and the room was silent, "Isaac?"

"Yeah, sorry… I was letting you talk," Isaac hugged him tighter and started rubbing up and down Stiles' side. "Do you remember who… maybe when Peter was there, he formed a crew," Isaac said, and Stiles looked at him? He had never thought about that. After the stunts he pulled with Kate, he forgot that they put Peter in the Eichen House.

"Well um, I uh… I don't remember the doctor's names; they drug me to… I wonder if they use the same thing the Masks used on me?"

"We can figure it out," Isaac told him, "I am not sure if it is public record. Benny said he was a PI, right? Maybe he can dig something up," Isaac started to get out of bed. Despite Derek's wishes, he lets Benny sleep in the loft. Stiles grabbed his wrist, pulled him back, and climbed on top of him. "What are you doing?" Isaac asked as he lost his breath, Stiles' face was close to his, and he always was speechless when he looked Stiles in the eyes. They were big doe eyes with a beautiful whisky brown iris. They always looked darker than they were, contrasted with the creamy color of his skin.

"I… I want you," Stiles told him, "Do you want me?" Isaac had never seen Stiles so meek and bashful.

"Is that even a question? Are you sure, Stiles?" Isaac asked, and he nodded. Stiles kissed him and pinned his arms at his side as he straddled his waist. While Stiles was frustrated being treated like glass by everyone, he didn't mind it from Isaac after some old feelings resurfaced. Stiles took off his shirt and thrust himself against Isaac, making the two of them moan; Isaac took over excited and rolled over.

Stiles was back in that hotel room, watching Peter in the side of the room. He had taken off his mask after the Blur left. He felt a weight on top of him. There was a searing pain on his chest where he had just been branded; the guy with a bug mask was straddling his chest. The Bug's pants were unzipped, and his penis was in front of Stiles' face.

"He won't be happy with you," Peter mocked

"Relaxed, I am not going to mar him up as you did," The Bug muttered. Stiles saw a symbol branded on his chest on the bug's hip.

Stiles had held his breath during his memory came back to him. He struggled to catch his breath back as he started to cry. Isaac noticed and quickly got off him, talking and trying to comfort Stiles from his panic attack.

"I'm sorry!" Stiles cried, "I sorry… I can't, I-I can't think about anything else other than that night," Stiles sobbed as Isaac brought him to sit up on the bed and rocked him back and forth.

"Stiles, it's okay. I should have been slower… I am so sorry," Isaac teared up as he comforted Stiles.

"I-I don't know how I am going to move on from this," Stiles sobbed, "I-I… Every time I close my eyes, I am back to that night. Every time I shower and look down at my chest, I am going to see this damn brand scar," Stiles squeezed Isaac so tight that Isaac lost his ability to breathe; he wasn't going to say anything. This was the first time Stiles talked about anything remotely that happened to him, other than Peter was one of the Masked people. "He… He had the same brand as me; maybe they all have the same brand; we need to find-"

"Stiles, slow down. We will find them…." Isaac told him. "I think we need to do something about your trauma…" he offered after a couple of minutes, and Stiles calmed down.

"I don't believe in therapy…."

"No, not therapy. I-I… I want to take your trauma way," Isaac told him.

"What?"

"Like how Talia took away the memory of Malia from… er, you know." He tugged some of Stiles' hair behind his ear, "Is that something you would want?"

"There isn't telling of how much you would take… you can't control it. I might not have good memories of my parents,"

"Is it worth it if you are this upset? You can do video diaries of your memories to watch… my claws will retain your memory, so I can give it back if you ever decide you want it back… I want to help you…." Isaac looked into his eyes. He couldn't read Stiles' expression, "I don't think you want to go back to sleep… just lay back down, and I will fix you something to eat. Just think about it, Stiles," He said, and Stiles nodded, listening to what Isaac told him to do.

9:03 AM

"Stiles, are you sure you don't want to go to your house?" Lydia asked, and Stiles shook his head. He was staying behind with Liam.

"I trust you guys will do your best. I am going to stay here and do some online research," he said as they got ready to walk out of the building, Stiles had to stay out of sight because he was a hotter topic. He was the first whistleblower to call out Courtney. After what happened at the vigil, dozens of people spoke out about how Courtney isn't the persona she presents on FOX.

No one cared about anyone but Stiles. They were a little interested in Isaac since the media had picked up that they used to date. "Benny, Where are you going?" Isaac asked when he noticed Benny wasn't going into the Pack Van.

"I told Stiles I would go to the Sheriff's Office to see if they have anything from 1988. I haven't gotten around to it over the weekend." He told them that Isaac asked if he could tag along, and Benny waved him over. The pack was still apprehensive of Benny, and he sensed that, but he didn't care. He had all the right reasons for being there. He wanted to solve his mother's murder and his brother's rapists.

Stiles decided to fill him in on what goes on in Beacon Hills. That was more than what the cops knew. Parrish was part of the pack, but he was working with the police, so they didn't want him to know more than what the cops already knew. If Parrish knew that Stiles had nightmares of his memories that he couldn't explain logically, then everyone would think Stiles was just traumatized trying to think up things. Stiles also had told the packs very little about what happened to him in Eichen House, just enough to say that they might have used the same drugs as the Masks. Benny had a friend working on everything with the Eichen House. This friend had almost every file from California State Asylums from the past century to help shut them down.

"Do you think they will help out a small PI? Or will they hate me like they always do in the movies?" Benny asked Isaac, "Yep… the second one," Benny pursed his lips when he saw the face of 'yeah-right' Isaac gave him. "So… Are you and Stiles together?"

"Are you going to give me a big brother speech?" Isaac smiled; he wasn't sarcastic. He hoped Benny was genuine so Stiles would have some immediate family left. Isaac no longer had a Dad, Mother, or big brother.

"Do I need to?"

"No… I have made mistakes in the past, but I will never make them again," Isaac told himself more than letting Benny know.

"So um… what are we looking for?" Liam asked Stiles after he watched the Pack and Benny leave the parking lot from Isaac's 2n floor apartment, "Maybe you should just get some rest. Derek and the rest have it under control,"

"If Derek had things under control, then Scott wouldn't be in Jail right now…." Stiles muttered

"Okay, then Isaac has it under control," Liam told him. Stiles raised an eyebrow at him.

"Why are you trying to tell me what to do?"

"The building is old… it has thin walls. Everyone heard what happened last night…." Liam informed him, looking down as he bumped his hands together nervously. Liam and Stiles aren't that close, but whenever he needs help, Stiles is one of the first people he goes to. Stiles' face was red from embarrassment, "Stiles… it's okay. We want to help you. You don't have to be ashamed," Liam told him, "Have you thought about it?"

"About what?" Stiles rubbed his eyes from exhaustion.

"Isaac taking your memories away?"

"I don't know, Liam…."

"Can I say something?" Liam asked, and Stiles nodded, "I can't tell you what to do… but I know this for a fact. You won't be very happy if you go through with it and somehow find out, you won't be very happy. You're the kind of person that wants to know everything that way, so you can do all in your power to help others." He said. Stiles gave him a small smile to remind him, but he will still think about it.

"I will think about it… but no one touches my memories until I solve my parent's murder…." Stiles told him. He looked down at his pajamas. He went to Isaac's dresser and found some clothes to change into something clean. The pack wasn't only going to his house for clues. They were packing up his room. Stiles looked to Liam, and the Beta turned around to give him some privacy. Stiles looked down at his body, and the scars were fully healed. He always had the scarf around his wrists so he would never have to look at the reminder of that night. He took off his pants and shirt and pulled on some of Isaac's shorts. He didn't have a lot of scars on his legs.

"Shit," Liam muttered, looking at the window. A reporter was standing on a ladder on a van to look into the apartment. Liam quickly ran over to Stiles to block him from the camera flashing, "Don't worry… Isaac doesn't clean his windows, so if he took any pictures, they wouldn't be good," Liam said. Stiles quickly tried to find a shirt to put on, then the front door opened. He feared someone had broken in, but it was just Deputy Parrish. He looked at Stiles' branded chest before respectfully looking away until he had his shirt on.

"We will have to move you up to Derek's Loft. They are finding ways in, again…." Parrish felt like he was failing Stiles. Stiles grabbed his laptop and followed Parrish and Liam out of the apartment. When Parrish opened the door to Derek's loft, Jessica was started. She was over the kitchen sink puking. Morning Sickness was killing her.

Stiles hadn't seen her since the van. He didn't think she had enough feelings to feel bad. She thought she was the reason he was taken. She left him a note to tell him that she was with Derek. She wanted to see him break, but not like this.

"Why are you here?" Jessica asked, crossing her arms as Parrish closed the door after Liam and Stiles walked in.

"The Reporters are finding ways to get in… Stiles. Let's go upstairs," Liam said, trying to avoid them fighting. Stiles looked down at his feet. "What's wrong? What did I say,"

"That was Peter's room, genius… I will be in Derek and my bedroom," She still gave him a curt smile even though she felt like shit.

"Shit… I'm sorry, Stiles,"

"It is okay. Get Derek's laptop… I need your help," Stiles told him.

"What do you want me to help with? I am not that great at technology," Liam told him.

"We need to find my old roommate,"

"You think he might have something to do with this?" Liam asked, and Stiles shrugged. "What's his name?"

"Oliver Prescott,"