Save Them All: Stiles Stilinski's Rebirth

When we pull up outside the care facility there are a few cruisers already waiting as dad makes me park up between the two.

"Hand your keys over"

"Sure"

"Don't worry son, he's going to take damn good care of her" He says as the State trooper pats me on my shoulder.

"Lydia, my girl if you can he will take you home. Tell Natalie I will call her explaining everything:

Lydia gives a perfunctory nod, before enveloping me in her embrace "Be safe, okay" she says with some concern in he voice

"Don't worry, I'll be fine"

Something really big must be going on if dad is taking these levels of precautions. "She sticks in second so you really got to work the clutch" I tell the Trooper as he and Lydia are leaving.

Inside…. The facility I smell gun oil… while the emotional scents are all over the place.

Anger , fear , anxiety, pain, loss they are all blending into one.

Various men and women are wandering around, they scream FBI in their manner. From the way they are dressed to the way they are interrogating the civilians

"Sheriff" one of the suited men calls dad over, "Derek Hale arrived a few moments ago. He's with his Uncle now. He won't talk though…." His eyes dart to me next, silently

"Oh, this is my son Stiles. He'll be with me all day…. Let me to the Hale boy. I was there

when he had to identify his sister. It might be easier if there is a familiar face"

Dad seriously has no clue that you don't get Derek Hale to open up about anything. He'll talk when he wants to and that's that.

Making our way to Peter's room, Peter is sitting up in bed. His burns ever present as he turns towards us entering "Hello" he says sounding clam. Which is never a good sign. The Peter Hale I know, never is… if he appears to be doing nothing then he is definitely doing something. He is ether plotting some nefarious scheme for power, or …revenge. He tries to hide it but I can tell…. He stinks of rage right now,

"I think I remember you, weren't you a Deputy"

"Yes Mr hale" Dad smiles softly at the man he ȧssumes has lost his … special wolfy abilities "I ran for Sheriff and got elected"

Because the last Sheriff quit and ran away right after the Hale fire but Dad doesn't say that last sentence which both Peter and I mentally completer.

"Mr Hale was my dad. Please call me Peter." He gives his own smile in return. "They said you'd be coming to talk to him" Nudging his head into a direction my eyes follow to find a figure brooding in the shadows of one of the corners. .

Derek is taking in deeper breaths than he needs. He's scenting us and then his eyes widen as his right hand drifts to his side. Guess he guessed who I am.

"Stiles, why don't you sit down. I need to bring the Hales up to speed" Peter jerks slightly on the bed as the room quiets.

"About the Arson investigation of your Home"

"Arson?" Derek is the one to speak up, sneering clearly he has a distrust towards law enforcement, almost mockingly he says, "They said it was a 'terrible accident'"

"This isn't going to be easy and I am so sorry" Dad is using his gentle tactic. "We suspect that before the fire a young woman, would have approached another member of your family. She'd ne attractive and attentive as she'd start getting closer to the man doing his best to drive wedges between the family. Trying to separate them from the pack" Derek's heart is speeding up and from where I am, I can see his hands tense up and clench.

The sheer audacity of dad using hunting terms around these two werewolves floors me. Is he doing it on purpose?

"Do you know any female who may have approached a teen in your family around that time?" Dad asks it seems he already knows the answer

"She's a monster who needs to be stopped. She'd already had three other attempts before the Hale incident."

...….

What?

Three hearts stop at that bit of news and then start beating again. None of us knew she had … practice. I'm lost. Totally lost. I am sure this is a possibility but why didn't I search for this

Dad is staring straight at Derek. Luckily he is not glancing around the room as Peter's eyes are burning a deep shade of red right now,

"Derek" Dad leans a forward "I need to know … did a young woman approach you?"

" I need to know if a woman approached you. From her M.O she would have moved from flirting to sėx very quickly…. She'd have wanted you to hide your relationship, she'd have

slammed any and all attempts at you being independent from her and she would have wanted to know everything about your family… Does anyone come to mind, if not you then one of your other family members?"

Derek's face says it all. Guilt and pain rolls off him in such waves that it almost suffocates me causing me to nearly gag.

Peter is still acting calm, though when you consider the rage he has not dimming at all its clear that is not his real countenance at this moment. A pleasant surprise is however to be find mixed into his emotions. One of concern, whether its due to him being protective to Derek who was taken advantage of or as a result of his pride as a Hale, its hard to tell. Well at least this shows he's not the completely heartless monster I once ȧssumed.

Dad isn't giving up. Derek's silence just seems to add fuel to the Sheriff's fire, "I spoke to some students who were around back when you were… " He pauses, watching Derek's expression closely as he slowly announces ever word , "They remember you…. or they

remember what happened to you. From what I was able to learn, you were, lanky, a bit

clumsy, unusual… You didn't have a lot of friends and you weren't good enough at sports to be popular. You'd always be by yourself, you had a girlfriend but…. She was taken from this world all too young… It was around then that"

"They remember a woman hanging around you. I showed them a photo and they ID'd her" He digs in his pocket and pulls out a photo. It's facing me…. It's a younger looking Kate Argent.

Derek seemingly aware of what dad is about to do, shoves his legs out and the chair scoots back a few feet to smack into the bedside cabinet.

"I, I have to" his breathing growing ever more erratic, faster and faster it heads closer resembling a panic attack

He spins the photo around, and Derek's reaction is immediate, "Do you know…"

Before dad can go further, Derek finally snaps or rather breaks "It was me!!! It was my fault! Is that what you want to here"

He lunges for Dad's collar, I step in to intervene but Dad reassures me to just stay still "Derek it wasn't your fault… you were a kid, who fell in love. This woman…. Is highly disturbed.

From all the things I've been able to get a hold of before the FBI and Interpol got involved she has all the classic indicators of being a serial killer. I need you to know that there was nothing you could have done.. Your family fit her profile. That was it a simple game to her…. " He repeats once more, "It wasn't your fault"

The room is silent as the air stiffens. Peter who seems to be zen right now, closes his eyes before speaking, "Derek….. was she the girl we thought you were seeing? Did she cause you

break curfew? Talked back to your mother and act out for the first time in your life? Was she the reason we lost everything?...."

Derek doesn't answer, although his eyes are self expressive and its not har to work out what is going through his head right now, he's drowning in misery..

Peter loses all regard for his 'health' for a second and can't maintain his composure as he bellows demanding an answer, "WAS SHE THE REASON!!!"

Derek's head drops….as he finally nods, "Yes… Yes uncle Peter… It was her"

From that point on it's basically an alley-oop as Dad doesn't really need to ask Derek a lot of questions. He just needs to confirm that their relationship is sėxuȧŀ and that Derek had told Kate he was underage.

With that Derek has helped tie the Argent to Beacon Hills at the time and confirmed that her behaviour is identical to that of the perpetrator of the other arsons.

Escorting Derek out the room, Dad goes to record his statement. Leaving me alone in the room with Peter. I feel his eyes shine with curiosity as he looks at me with intrigue. His studying me, I mange not to fidget under his knowing full well it is a battle.

Seeing me not flinch he gives a small smile….. "I'm thirsty."