Save Them All: Stiles Stilinski's Rebirth

First things first. I need to prioritise.

Dealing with Laura's body or half thereof is going to have to be on the back burner. Whose Laura? She's the body in the woods. Derek's sister and Peter's niece. I plan on digging it up later as I know where it's buried (at least the one half) and then I will have to create some kind of false evidence trail which will link Laura's death to Kate. But that can wait, for now, the first thing that needs to be addressed is the nurse and Peter.

Hmm, I need to get the nurse out the way as permanently as I can and I also need to keep control of Peter. I need him to not complicate things but killing Kate's accomplices. I need time to find them all and have them turn on her, so that I can build an air tight case against her.

Urgh, I'm getting a feeling that this won't be as easy as I initially thought. In the past we screwed up so much that it exploded in our faces. Never stood a chance. But now, I DO. I'm not going to waste it.

Going upstairs, I change into an all black Adidas tracksuit putting it on I check my refection. This really doesn't compare to what I had while working for the CIA. Back then I had high end melee fabrics, special liquid that would halt most projectiles, with light weight shock absorption Armor woven into them. I Could move without restriction and stay as safe as possible. For now, this will have to do.

For now I need some added protection, I may have to pay Deaton a visit, the resident veterinarian of Beacon Hill's, Scott's boss, the mysterious druid. Where else am I going to find wolfsbane and mountain ash in this town? Sure those things are harmful to supernatural creatures, and you'd think they would be something I avoided. Luckily though my supernatural form doesn't have traditional weakness. There is one but its metaphysical and can change depending on my mood, so for now having people not know what I am, will serve as an advantage. Not that them finding out will do them any good. As Khlaus used to say, in his annoyingly regal accent "With absolute power, comes absolute certainty."

Opening my window, I step into the roof before I drop down to the ground. Yeah, I could totally get used to this part of being young again. While my body was still in the prime, even at a young 250, nothing beats being 16 again.

Running through the woods, I overshoot my stopping position because this body is still not used to moving so fast as the world around me slows down. I may even do a few backflips and running jumps just because I CAN. My 16 year old self's impulsiveness is seriously coming out right now.

Swinging around the town, I track down where that damn nurse lives and then execute the most perfect leap into a tree that gives me an excellent view of her house. Twisting my head, I tune my ears in and sure enough there's a heartbeat coming from her tiny little house.

Setting in to a comfortable position, I lay out my scheme and prepare the spells I'll need to pull this off.

Stuck up here I practice getting re-acclimated with my enhanced senses. The faster I get used to my abilities, the faster I can wrap this entire crazy thing up. I focus, as I stretch my senses to it's utmost limit, paying attention to all conversations, scents and movements within the nearby surroundings, both human and animal.

In the night breeze, I can hear the distant rumbling of thunder. It seems to be forewarning the rain that is about to come. The rain that will distract Allison so she loses focus and hits the dog, the dog that will lead her to Scott. Good luck, grabbing your happiness buddy. I can't help but smile.

My ears then perk up as I here the nurse grab her keys walking outside.

'Hi, there .. Jennifer.' I smile as I look at her blissfully unaware of what is to come,

I have to successfully get her out of the way, but not kill her. I need to know what she's been doing to other patients so that she can legally be punished. By removing her, I'll weaken Peter, leaving him to me more reliant on me for help. I'll have more leverage over him and that means control.

Control gives me the power to do this thing right.

As she makes her way to her car. The path is made up of well laid cobblestone begins to shift under her feet at my command. Due to this she missteps and falls to the ground. A sickeningly loud crack of bound is audible. My best guess is that she's suffered Tibia shaft fracture. How do I know you ask? Because she's literally screaming while holding her shinbone.

You know, in a way I'm doing her a favour. Since I'm stopping her now, she won't get killed by Peter in the future. This go round, the crazy bitch gets to live. Albeit in prison.

I can hear heart beating rapidly as she begs to a deity to save her. The adrenaline then kicks in as she reaches for her bag, fumbling for her phone as she tries to call for an ambulance. Step one done, she'll be out of the way for a couple of weeks now, more than enough time to get the proof needed to have her arrested for all the horrible things she's done.

Not caring for her well being, I jump out from the tree, and head to Beacon Hill's Long term care facility which houses peter.

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Upon reaching the facility, I use all the skills I had learnt during my CIA training. Infiltrating the building, making sure no camera's or employees are ever the wiser. Sure, I could just use magic or my supernatural abilities but where's the fun in that?

Trying to recall a conversation with Peter, I search the facility for the in house dispensary. I go straight to the filing cabinet on the right hand side wall. Playing with the handles, I finally find the correct draw. Peter said the handle would make a screeching sound when she pulled it. Inside I find what I'm here for.

The c.o.c.ktail of drugs, the psycho has been using on the patients. It was a weird mix which was able to keep the patients in a coma, and would eventually kill most of them. I say most of them because when she tried it on Peter, his body reacted…. a little differently.

One pair of medical gloves later, I transport the evidence to a zip locked bag before trying to find her work locker. Damn! I forgot a hair pin. Guess I don't have the chance to practice my lock-picking skill.

I decide to rely on magic to solve the problem, taking a deep breath I cast the mirror image spell *rI'fLek(o)n* which gives me a window into the past.

In this dream like state , I watch her enter the room. She greets her colleagues, offering small talk. Looking at her from this point of view, it really seems like she's normal. I mean even the smile on her face seems genuine. I suppose knowing that she's about to do some crazy sh*t, made her work life enjoyable. She slowly makes her way to her locker and enters the combination. 1346. What absolutely perfectly fitting code for her. It was in 1346 when the Plague (Black Death) arrived in England. Fate really has a weird sense of humor

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I end the spell, immediately. Feeling a sharp stabbing pain in the back of my ear. Honestly I really hate these soul form magic spells, they always leave me with the worst headache after. I promise never to use a similar magic anytime soon. Slowly I open her locker, trying to find the perfect placement of the evidence, to avoid any mistakes I can't place it in an obvious position as it will definitely cause any investigator to have doubts. I mean, a woman has been silently murdering dozens over the past few years at irregular intervals trying to avoid suspicion there's no way, she won't take precautions. Finding the perfect medium, I place them behind then panel at the back, pulling it slightly back, so its slightly hidden but also exposed enough that it looks like the locker itself has caused the drugs to reveal themselves. A truly 'unlucky' event for the cautious killer. They can't miss it!

Picturing the scene, I can't help but recall the classic meme playing out in real life, 'Ladies & Gentlemen…. We got him!"

Mission Accomplished.

Strolling out conveniently, I run across to the lawn, using my senses trying to locate Peter's room. Room 3.14 if I remember correctly. Soon thereafter I'm able to track it with his scent, hurrying to try and secure a decent vantage point.

Climbing up a nearby tree, I sprawl myself over a large branch. Mentally patting myself on the back for a job well done. Focusing my attention onto his room I notice that the net curtains in his bathroom are moving slighting. Seems like it's dancing to the tune of the wind. Really funny.

Wait, the wind!?

Tuning in I focus my senses and notice that the window… is slightly ajar.

Something's wrong!

I'm pretty sure Peter said that the nursing staff always kept the windows close. It was a real bone of contention for him that he could see outside but never smell it. For those wolves that was absolute torture, with heightened senses, being forced to smell disinfectant all day must suck. I mean, he said it drove him nuts, probably not literally but it didn't really help.

The hairs on the back of my neck, as I berate myself for not checking to see if Peter was actually in his room. It's a fxcken rookie mistake, one that I would have berated my juniors for. And I made it. I got too full of myself, just because I'm younger, doesn't mean I should be stupider.

Well it's too late now. Got to focus on the job at hand. Re-tuning my hearing, the forest around me is absolutely silent besides the loud, strong and slow heartbeats of a predator that are hidden away in the bushes.

Focusing my line of sight to the sound, I see red eyes focus on me. I can feel it dripping with vicious intent.

I forgot how crazy this version of Peter was. His instincts were freakishly cunning and very simply, deadly. He wants to kill…. Anyone and everyone involved in the fire and he wants, no needs a Pack again.

*MiStIef* I cast the spell which changes the natural colour of my eyes from my natural hazel, faltering on a white purple mixed hue before finally settling on a majestic gold.

Facing him. I stare directly into his eyes waiting for him to approach and come to me.

The barest of rustles from the blades of grass gives my an indication, that Peter's about to make is move. His heartbeat is soon comes from all sides of me, his not coming closer but rather his circling me. His moving slowly, deliberately, scenting me.

Soon he starts making little feints, testing my nerve as to whether I am a threat. Holding my ground, I force myself not to make the slightest of moves. I need him to see me as a potential Pack Beta.

Step by slow step he moves in closer and closer. When he's less than a foot away, his werewolf form towers over me. Those red eyes stare straight into my soul. It takes a great deal of will to not reflexively step backwards.

Suddenly…HE POUNCES. The automatic response is to lash out in return, but I let him pin me down on to the floor. His jaw's open, revealing to me two rows are sharpened teeth. I can his breath slowly settle around my throat. I try not to flinch. Supernatural healing aside, getting my throat ripped out isn't something I want to be experiencing on this Monday evening.

Staying in this position for what seems an eternity but was in reality only a few seconds before he let's me go and moves back. Not much but at least he's no long poised to attack. I smell like wet dog right now, I'm really going to need to a long shower when I get home.

Focusing on Peter's hear and breathing, I wait for them to become regular before doing anything. Reaching out with my hand I signal for him to come closer, which he obliges. Looking curious he approaches and by instinct puts his head forward. Which I feel…. it's warm.

I recall memories of the past. Peter Hale. My former enemy and now mentor and friend. After we lost Lydia and my …. Unborn child. Strangely enough it was this insane one who kept me sane. "Don't let revenge consume you Stiles. A man who only d.e.s.i.r.es revenge should dig two graves. I should know" He said as I was grieving in-front of their tomb.

"What should I do then Peter? They took everything from me!" I screamed asking him for guidance, I was in despair. I was lost. I was Void.

"Give the devil his due. Every debt has a collector. Sooner or later we will go collect but for now, grieve and remember this pain. Make sure you never experience this pain again. One day we will hurt them. I promise you" He consoled me in his own way.

As my hand is still on his face, I cast the sleeping spell.

*insomnus*

Immediately after his body to shake as he begins losing his footing and soon thereafter drops to the ground. Sorry Peter. It has to be done. You are still running on your insane instincts right now. In a few months, more of you will come back and you'll heal naturally. Sure I can try and speed up the process, but magically recreating part of a missing brain is not only risky but also difficult. Millions of neurons, and all that jazz.

In his sleeping state, his werewolf form settles and he turns back into his human form. His face that in his own words, was "a gift from god" Is still half covered in burn scars. Like Harvey Dent's, two-faced character from the Batman comics.

Reaching down , I easily lift his 180lb frame, as I jump three stories high. Placing him back in his bed. Sitting in this room, reminds me of the last moments with my mom and Lydia. I lost them both in similar fashion. I'm not letting that happen again.

I hear a growl coming from his bed, shifting my focus. It seems that Peter's having a good dream tonight as his snoring resembles a cat's purr. Well if a cat could purr in a scary rip your backbone out of your body and beat you with it kind of way.

That's enough stimuli for my first day back, I decide to finally head back home and call it for the day.

Offering one last glance back at Peter while I'm crouched on the window still,

"I'll see you soon, My Satan in a v-neck friend"