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“Do you two know where we’re going?” Stiles groaned.
“Shut up before I punch you.” Cora growled.
“Of course we know where we’re going.’ Peter tilted his head. ‘And now someone knows we're here.”
Tires screech on the nearby road. A few seconds later a young Derek walks into the woods. He looks between Peter and Cora with a frown.
“Mom will want to talk to you. You,’ Derek pointed at him ‘Why- why do you smell like like”
“You?’ Stiles raised his eyebrows. ‘Wouldn't you like to know. Well come on let's go see the Alpha.” He walked past a stunned Derek, an amused Peter and Cora following.
Stiles got to the street and froze. “Seriously? Are you actually a car geek? Were you lying to me?”
Derek sent a panicked look toward Peter and Cora.
“He wasn't lying, the camaro was Laura’s, this was his. From what I heard he took it to New York then took claws to it later.”
“I did not!” Derek objected.
“I thought people either drove the camaro or the mustang.”
“They do. Why do you think Derek wanted the one car Laura didn't want.”
“Asshole.’ Stiles affectionately nudged Derek's chin up before going to the passenger side. ‘Well Derek’s Car, I get front seat. C’mon you two.” He looked expectantly at Peter and Cora.
“Why haven't we killed him yet?” Cora asked Peter.
“Most unfortunately I believe we became attached before we figured out he wasn't scared of us.”
“That is unfortunate.” Cora nodded then they climbed in the back seat.
“This is Mom’s job.” Derek mumbled as he got in the driver's seat.
The drive to the Hale house was short, and everyone was lined up as they pulled up.
Stiles, Peter and Cora sat on one side of the table, while Laura, Talia, and what Stiles assumed was Derek’s dad sat on the other. The Hale pack was standing behind their alpha, including a younger Peter and a small Cora.
“Last time I checked time travel was not a thing.” Talia said calmly.
“Well yes.’ Peter answered. ‘Except well you're dead in our time so of course you wouldn't know about it.”
“The nemeton owes me a favor, of course for a favor this big I have to make sure it doesn’t get hurt, but I don't think that’ll be a problem.” Stiles said.
“You smell like my son.’ Talia answered. ‘Obviously Peter and Cora came with you, he didn't, why?”
“Cause he would kill himself.” Stiles shrugged. Cora slapped his arm and Peter gave him an incredulous look.
“Are you planning on telling them everything?” He growled.
“Yeah.” Stiles nodded.
“What did you come here to change?’ Derek’s Dad asked. ‘Why waste a favor from one of the most powerful things in the world just to come back and change nothing?”
Stiles turns to Peter, and they have a silent conversation before Peter relents with a shake of his head.
“Kate Argent burns this house down with everyone but Derek and Laura inside.” Peter says.
“She’s 22, possibly 21, she’s posing as a substitute teacher right now at Beacon high. Mrs. Silver” Stiles said, holding eye contact with Derek.
He started shaking his head. “No’ He whispered. ‘No she wouldn't.” He turned and ran out the back door.
Stiles got up to follow and a hand grabbed his arm. “Let go Peter.’ He said firmly. ‘Its after Paige I know exactly where he is.”
“He doesn't have the same control Stiles, he's fifteen.”
“I know how old he is. He won't hurt me.” Stiles slapped Peter’s hand off of him and followed Derek.
Stiles approached Derek loudly but slowly.
“She wouldn't do that! She loves ME!”
Stiles crouched into front of Derek who was sitting on the forest floor back against the full Nemeton. “She doesn’t Derek. I know you believe she does but she doesn't."
“YES SHE DOES!’ Derek roared, eyes flashing blue and filled with tears. ‘She does! She told me so.”
“Of course she did. Your family’s too strong, too protected for her to do it alone she needed a way in. And she found Paige’s file, and she figured out you did it, and she chose you.”
“No, she just likes me! You're no one you don't know anything!”
“Oh Kochaine,’ Stiles sighed. ‘You know i’m not nobody. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry about Paige and I’m sorry Kate has hurt you, but it’s the truth. Listen to my heart, you'll know it’s the truth.”
“No we just can't tell anybody cause they- they wouldn't understand.” Derek said desperately.
“Understand what? That she is 22 years old?’ Stiles cups his cheek. ‘Understand what you had to do to Paige, what she asked you to do? I’ll tell you what Kate is talking about when she tells you she understands people you love asking for death. Would you like to know?”
Derek shakes his head, a sob coming out. “N-no she wouldn't she wouldn’t.”
“She would.’ Tears well up in Stiles eyes without his permission. ‘And she does.”
Derek starts rocking back and forth and Stiles moves to sit beside him, gathering him in his arms and letting him cry.
“W-wha-t do-es she me-ean?” Derek sobs out.
Stiles whispers anyway knowing it won't soften the blow. “She means hunter’s who have been bitten by an Alpha and survive just to ask for a bullet to the brain.”
Stiles loses track of how long Derek trembles in his arms, he only knows when Derek’s breathing steady’s the sun is setting.
“I want to go home now please.” Derek eventually whispers.
“Okay.” Stiles says and helps Derek up, holding his hand to guide him back to the house.
“The tunnels will be blocked if we want to do this without alerting them that we know.” Peter sighs for what sounds like the millionth time.
The wolves are bent over the kitchen table, which is filled with maps, blueprints, and other papers, and all look up when Stiles and Derek walk in.
“Do you have anything we can use to stop this?” Talia directs her question to Stiles.
Stiles narrows his eyes at the commanding tone. “Next time your teenage son has to mercy kill his girlfriend because his naive uncle thought the bite was the only way she would accept the supernatural get him fucking therapy.”
“It’s not the brightest idea to disrespect an Alpha in their own territory, Stiles.” Peter says quietly.
“She’s not my Alpha.’ Stiles says not looking away from Talia. ‘Assuming I listen to my Alpha in the first place.” Stiles drags Derek over to the table and looks at all the papers.
“We don't know what she knows, we can't plan effectively.” Younger Peter tells him.
“Derek, what does she know?” Stiles asks him gently.
Derek looks up and stares at Stiles for a long time before answering in an empty tone. “I don't know. I told her stories about me and Paige and about when I was a kid. I don't know what she figured out from them.” He goes back to vacantly staring at his feet.
“DEREK!’ Laura screams startling everyone. Derek looks at her wide eyed. ‘You fucked up or were groomed into fucking things up. Deal with it later, when our family’s not almost dying. Help us fix it Now.”
Derek clears his throat and a little life comes back into his eyes. “I know she knows the vaults exist, and I’m pretty sure she knows about the pathways under the house. I think she might know about the caves and safe houses, but I- I can't remember. It’s like it was in a dream when I told her about those.”
“She- um she drugs you sometimes. It's a certain mix of things that makes you forgetful or puts you in a dream-like state.” Stiles said quietly, hand tightening around the marker he managed to find.
“Oh.” Derek nodded once.
“Let's assume she knows everything.” Stiles said to both Peters.
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Stiles stood on the Hale porch, the wolves inside waiting for the fight they could hear coming. Kate steps out of the woods first.
“And who might you be?” She smirks as the two to four man teams spread mountain ash around the house.
“Someone who knows you just want Gerard's attention and you know he won't give it to you, because Chrissy is Daddy's favorite.”
Kate’s eyes flash dangerously, and Stiles has to remind himself she's human right now when they dont change color. He smirks anyway.
“Are your men ready now?’ He asks. ‘Did you prepare them for an actual fight or just to do it like the cowards you are.”
“Oh Sweetheart.’ She says patronizingly. ‘Of course we’re ready, the question is, are you?”
“To watch you die? Always, It's my second favorite movie. Right after Batman of course.” Stiles is still ecstatic he got to use Batman as the code word.
“Hello Argent.” Talia growls coming out of the door, the wolves echoing the growl, All matching up to one or two of the hunters.
“Hale.’ Kate smirks. ‘Pretty boy you raised.” And with that the fight starts.
Stiles quickly moves through the house to go help Derek who is still not all present, but refused to leave with the younger children.
Stiles goes to the next hunter a few minutes after they begin fighting but a Black wolf races out of the woods and jumps on the hunter tearing out their throat with its teeth. The wolf turns his attention to Derek who just brought a hunter down and Stiles is quick to grab Derek's shirt and force him behind him.
Stiles stands between Derek and The wolf who growls lowly at Stiles. Stiles hits the wolf on the nose with two fingers, making it sneeze. “Bad wolf. You wanna kill someone? Go kill Kate. She’s out front.”
The wolf growls again but then takes off around the house, taking two hunters down to their knees on the way.
“Who’s that?” Derek asks.
Stiles sighs. “Come on.”
They follow the wolf around the house and more follow them as the hunters are subdued or killed one by one.
Laura and Talia are both fighting with Kate when they round the house. They arrive just in time to see the wolf clamp down on Kate’s calf and toss her across the driveway and in front of the porch. The wolf shifts effortlessly and stands in front of Kate, eyes glowing red.
He squats down and grabs her arm. He snaps it in one fluid motion before moving onto her fingers then repeating the process with her other arm. The hunters are forced down and tied up, watching and the wolves are watching warily as Kate screams in pain.
The wolf examines his claws before turning his attention back to Kate who stares at him terrified. “Bye Baby.” He says before he rips out her throat holding parts of her spine in his hand, before he drops it next to her and wipes the blood off in the dirt.
Stiles sees Peter support Cora over to lean on the porch and is momentarily distracted. “Hey you good?” He bends down to check out her leg as she nods with a grimace.
“STILES!” Peter shouts and Stiles turns just in time to watch His Derek plunge his claws into the back of younger Derek’s neck.
He rushes over and lays a hand on Derek’s outstretched arm, knowing he can still feel and hear him. “Derek. Stop. Now. He doesnt deserve this. Let go NOW.” Stiles squeezes Derek's arm gently but the rage in his voice is plain.
Derek ignores him and pulls out a minute later. Stiles immediately pushes him back standing in front of young Derek.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!’ He yells getting in Derek’s face. ‘YOU HURT HIM!”
“He’s me! He’s fine!” Derek yells back.
“He's not you! Don't you get that?! He hasn't lost what you have!” He argues.
“Bad dreams are a small price to pay for not being me!” Derek argues back and tears gather in Stiles' eyes.
“But-” He says weakly bottom lip sticking out looking like a kicked puppy.
Derek sighs before wrapping Stiles up in a hug kissing his forehead.
“When-’ Younger Derek starts hesitantly. ‘When do I get my own?”
Stiles snorts into Derek’s bare chest. “Dude I’m like nine.’ He looks up at Derek. ‘I told you it was a bad idea for you to come.”
“I promise I won't murder myself.” Derek rests his still bloody hand on the back of Stiles neck.
“You can’t be mean either.” Stiles says tapping out a random rhythm on Derek’s shoulder.
Derek just rolls his eyes and grunts.
“Um- Stiles’ Derek’s Aunt Jules says hesitantly. ‘Can you break the mountain ash we sent our humans away, remember?”
Stiles squints around until he sees a line of ash on the concrete surrounding the garden. He pulls a flask out of his pocket, opens it and holds his hand out toward the ash. He closes his eyes and it slowly drifts up, line by line, floating into the flask.
“All done.’ He smiles at her. He turns back to Derek. ‘You should put clothes on before I become distracted because I have permission to look.”
Derek snorts and flicks Stiles on the forehead but turns and walks toward the house anyway, stepping over Kate's dead body without thought.
When Derek comes back out the pack has gathered the dead bodies in one pile and the other hunter’s are still tied up.
“If we let them go they’ll go to Gerard.” Derek said.
“We know.’ Peter said. ‘However , I don't think your mother would let us kill them.”
“You remember Gerfish?” Stiles asked Derek.
Derek thought for a moment. “Yeah I think so, he liked you. It smelled horrible.”
“He started working at SWOS in 2003. We could call him, get them involved. Plus if SWOS presents this, it’ll help get them the funding they need from the admiral.”
“What is SWOS?” Talia asks scent souring just a bit.
Derek looks between his mother and Stiles, then raises an eyebrow at Peter who shakes his head as frantically as he can while being subtle.
“Sparks, Werewolves, and Other Supernatural. It’s a new department of the FBI, to regulate Supernatural cases. That’s where I work in our time.”
“I don't like Gerfish.” Derek growls.
“Well yeah Sourwolf, He thinks I'm pretty, but he's the best option even if I wanted to tell Dad now, he’s not really available to help anyone.”
“It’s not like you listen to me anyway.” Derek grumbles and Stiles smiles at him before pulling out his phone.
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The next morning the alive hunters are locked in the underground cellar and the dead are preserved in an underground freezer.
The hale pack is already eating breakfast when Derek comes down with a Stiles shaped barnacle on his back. Derek grunts a hello then makes two coffee cups. He waves one in front of Stiles' sleeping face and Stiles jerks awake.
“Coffee.” He says before he realizes he’s awake.
“Enjoy it. It’s the only one you get, I know you’ve taken your meds.” Derek hands the cup over.
“Fine. Get a boyfriend Stiles. It’ll be fun Stiles. Not fun. Boyfriend always worried about health.” Stiles talks to himself.
Derek shakes his head before rotating Stiles to his front, in a practiced move, so he can sit at the table.
Stiles feels the tension in the room grow and peaks around to see Younger Derek staring at the table, while His Derek glares and everyone else watches.
“Poke, Poke, Poke, Poke.’ He starts to poke his Derek in the ribs gently. ‘Pokity, Poke, Poke, Poke. Pokepokepoke, Poke, poke.”
He succeeds in getting Derek's attention off himself as Derek starts to poke him back.
“This is nauseating.’ Younger Peter says. ‘Are they always like this?”
“Unfortunately.” Older Peter sighs sadly.
“Stilinski.’ Cora calls as she walks in. ‘Can you get some of that herb shi-tuff.” She stops her curse at her mothers disapproving look.
“Mmmhmmm.’ Stiles hums. ‘Just need to go to Deatons. PokePoke. Poke. Poke.”
“How often does the poking happen, you ask.’ Cora says as she gets a glass of orange juice. ‘Every morning.”
“He broke Dad’s record a few months ago of how many pokes.” Stiles kisses Derek’s jaw.
“Did jackass call you back?” Derek asks.
“Yep. He’ll be here in a few hours. Probably after lunch. Poke. Poke.”
“Good after we clean up the mess it will be time for us to go back.” Derek makes sure Cora and Peter are listing to.
Stiles pauses his poking. “But what about you?” He pouts.
“I’ll be fine. Or at least better than the first time, when it was just me and Laura.”
“Tell your mother you need therapy, she won't listen to me. Poke. Poke.” Stiles says as his pokes become a lot more dejected.
Derek sighs before looking at his mother. “I do need therapy. A lot of it. And not the school counselors, that I won't be able to talk to. There’s plenty of Supernatural therapists even in this time. I need you to find me one.”
Derek's parents share a look before Talia nods.
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When Gerfish got there things moved quickly. The Dead were properly set and the alive were arrested. The cover story was approved rather than written, given that Stiles had written most of it, and sent out to the proper places.
“We should get ready to go.” Derek says as SWOS drives away.
Stiles sighs. "I suppose. Go get our stuff while I take you for a walk?"
Derek nods and heads inside.
"Ready when you are." Cora and Peter pat his shoulders then follow Derek.
"Come for a walk?" Stiles smiles at Younger Derek.
Derek nods and they walk into the woods.
“You’re gonna be ok.” Stiles grabs Derek’s hand comfortingly.
“How do you know that?” Derek ducks his head.
“Because I know you.’ Stiles sighs. ‘Look My you, he lost everything and he’s certainly not fine. But he’s doing ok, and he’s working to get even better. You have your family. Your parents are going to get you some help. And possibly most importantly, you’ll meet me.” He smiles smugly.
Derek rolls his eyes. “I’m sure that's the most important part.” He says half joking half serious.
Stiles chuckles. “I know you don’t want me to leave because of what My Derek showed you, but you’ll have me when it’s time. I have to go home with My Derek.”
“You promise I’ll be okay?” Derek worries.
“I promise.” Stiles kisses his cheek as they make it back to the house.
Derek, Cora, and Peter are waiting patiently for them on the porch.
“Are you guys going to get home safe?” Derek asks.
“Oh Yeah, the nemeton will make sure we’re home safe. It’s a round trip promise.”
Derek chuckles. “Right.”
“C'mere.’ Stiles pulls Derek into a tight hug. Derek closes his eyes and takes in Stiles scent. ‘You’re gonna be okay.”
Derek sniffs as he pulls away. “Bye Stiles.”
“I’ll see you soon. Or you’ll see me soon.” Stiles kisses Derek’s forehead and walks over to his Derek.
He closes his eyes and calls out to the nemeton. In a flash they’re back in their time.
“That was a little rough.” Stiles sighs.
Derek pulls him into a hug. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Do you think he’s going to be okay?”
“He’s better off than I was. He’ll be alright. We'll see tomorrow when we get their memories.”
Stiles smiles slightly. “I guess you are pretty alright.”
“A lot Thanks to you.”
“Ditto.”
“Never use Ditto again.”
“I absolutely will Sourwolf.”