THREE 

I watch Deaton clear his things off the bench as Stiles, Scott, and Lydia had rushed inside. My hair was damp, as it's raining outside, unfortunately. I bit on my lower lip, as I watch Scott slowly put down young Derek on the table. 

Stiles had quickly stood by me, wrapping an arm around me, just this simple touch made me warm. "Wow," Deaton spoke, he looked like he had seen a ghost. I lean on Stiles was support. 

"Wow?" Stiles asked. "Wow as in, I've seen this before and I know excatly what to do kind, kind of wow? 'Cause that's the kind of wow we're hoping for." 

"I think you might be overestimating my abilities," Deaton told us. Lydia had then grabbed Derek's hand. 

"He's cold." Lydia looked at Deaton. "Really cold." 

Deaton touched Derek's hand. "Do you think this is permanent?" Scott asked, looking at Deaton. I've thought it once, and I'm gonna think it again, how the hell are we suppose to turn 17 or 15- I don't really know his age, into an old one again? I think he was 25 the last time I saw him. 

Deaton had looked into Derek's eyes, lifting them with a finger, with a torch. "I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate," Deaton told us. Great. "This well beyond my experience." 

"So what do we do with him?" I asked. Kick him to the curve? 

"Until he wakes up? Probably not much." Great, vacation time. "It might be best to leave him with me. He'll be safe here." 

 "You mean from Kate?" Stiles asked. 

"If she's alive and she is what you say she is, he won't be able to walk past that gate." Deaton explained to us. 

"Why would she want to do this to him?" I asked softly, staring at Derek's baby face. 

"Knowing Kate, it's probably for a reason it won't be any good for anyone but her." Deaton answers, which makes sense. 

Stiles scoffed. "And bad for everyone else." 

"You guys should probably go home." Deaton dismissed us. No way, I'm staying here. I looked at Deaton. "He doesn't look to be in any danger. So maybe the rest of you should get some sleep? It is a school night. And you all need to start taking care of your own lives again." 

"Someone should stay with you." Scott told him. 

"I'll stay," I offered, smiling. Scott looked at me. "My grades are fine. Despite missing a few classes." 

"I'm so not okay with this." Stiles annouced, and I cranked my head up to him. 

"Guys, go." I urge. 

"No." Stiles argued back. 

"Text us if anything happens." Scott told me, and I smiled. I turned to Stiles with puppy eyes. 

"Nope, still not okay with this." Stiles disagreed. Lydia followed Scott as he grabbed Stiles' arm. I rolled my eyes. "Not going anywhere," Stiles demanded, but Scott grabbed him and dragged him pretty much. Lydia was already out. "All right. Just cause you're stronger..." 

I then stepped forward, and I take Derek's hand, who seemed to grip onto it making me smile. 

✢

I woke up slowly, my eyes lids fluttering open. It was morning. Huh, since when did that happen? I was sitting on a chair... I slept on this? I rub my eyes and watched as Deaton checking Derek's temperature or something. "How's he doing?" I asked in my morning voice. 

"His heart rate is alarmingly high." Deaton warned me, I frown. What? I then got up and I walked over to Deaton. I touch Derek's skin, he warm. 

"He's a lot warmer now." I inform. 

"Stacey," Deaton turns to me. "I'm going to to try something. I want you to keep holding his hand, if that's okay," I nod my head, and I laced my hands with young Derek's. Derek looked like he was asleep. 

Deaton then holds up a small blade, and carefully, he cuts some of his arms, as he cuts Derek's arm, it heals straight away. "That looks like it healed really fast." I pointed out. 

"Unusually fast." Deaton agreed. 

"What does it mean?" I asked, slightly worried. 

Deaton shakes his head. "I'm not sure. Lets try something else. Grab me a five-milliliter syringe. Top draw." He points to where it could be, I nod and I walk towards it. I walked over to the draw and he walks elsewhere, grabbing something else. 

Digging through the top draw, I grabbed a five-milliliter syringe, and I smiled. I held it up. "This it?" That's when I hear an exhale and my eyes widen as we turned around. There was Derek, sitting on the bench, with his claws out, looking angry. "Derek."

"Derek?" Deaton called, and Derek had stood up. 

"Derek, are you all right?" I asked softly, and he looked up at us, flashing his bright blue eyes at us. "Derek..." 

"Are you all right, Derek?" Deaton tried again, trying to get the young boys attention. Deaton, protectively, raised an arm up in front of me as slowly back up. "Wait. Can you hear me? You're safe." 

"Derek?" I asked. "Derek." That's when Derek had swung a fist towards me, but Deaton had jumped in the way and got hit instead and my eyes widen, as I stumble back a little, watching Deaton fly to the floor. "Oh, my god!" I quickly got on the ground, and I slowly picked up Deaton, and before I knew it, Derek was out free. 

✢

"I don't think he's just younger in his body." Deaton explained as I bandage him up, Scott and Stiles were in front of us, watching. I felt bad for taking them out of class. "I think he's younger in mind, too." 

"He didn't recognize either of us." I explained softly, as I had finished with Deaton's arm. I also felt bad because Deaton had saved me from getting hit. He didn't have to be the hero. "And it looked like he was scared out of his mind." I walk over to the boys. 

I placed a hand on my hip. "So, if you're a teenage werewolf and you're scared, where would do you go?" Stiles asked allowed. How would I know? I'm not a werewolf, nor am I scared. 

"A wolf goes back to its den. But Derek lives in a loft." Scott told us. 

"Not when he was a teenager," Stiles pointed out making my eyes widen. 

"The Hale House?" I suggested. 

"he wouldn't remember the fire." Deaton explained. "It wouldn't have happened yet." 

"We'll go after him." Scott told us. 

I stopped them before they could go. "Hold on. Say you do manage to catch up with him, what are you going to say to him? That his whole family is dead?" 

Scott looked at me. "I guess I'm going to have to." 

I scoff. "Oh, good luck with that."  

Stiles turned to Scott. "She's probably right. Maybe you shouldn't." I cross my arms and Stiles looked at me. "You know, at least until we figure out how to get him back to normal." 

"I can't lie to him." Scott told us. 

"Okay, I'll do it." Stiles offered. 

"I don't think any of us can. Remember, he can hear a heartbeat rising." Scott reminded us. "When we find him, we tell him the truth."

"If he goes to the house first, you won't have to." 

✢

The boys and I rush into the police station, and for sure, Mr. Stilinski was already there in his uniform, and Derek was sitting on the chair. Mr. Stilinski looked confused. Oh, boy. Mr. Stilinski waved us into his office, and we quickly followed us. He's gonna be mad. 

"I want you to be honest with me." Mr. Stilinski slowly told us. We were standing in front of his desk and he was sitting down. "Absolutely, and completely, honest. Have you been time traveling?" I cracked a smile.  

"Hang on, what?" Stiles exclaimed. 

"Because if time traveling's real, you know what, I'm done, I'm out." Mr. Stilinski almost exclaimed. "You're going to be driving me to Eichen House." I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled. 

"We found him like that." Scott defended. 

"Where? Swimming in the fountain of Youth?" Mr. Stilinski hissed at Scott. 

"No. We found him buried in a tomb of wolfsbane in an Aztec temple in Mexico underneath a church in a middle of a town that was destroyed by an earthquake." Stiles explained and I facepalmed. So much for the camping trip lie. Scott rolled his eyes. He just blew it. 

"You told me you were camping!" Mr. Stilinski hisses again, clearly mad. 

"Yeah, we were," Stiles told him. "In Mexico..." I cringe. We're in deep shit now. 

"Derek's been aged backward. He can't remember anything." Scott sort of changed the subject. 

"We just need to talk to him." Stiles told his father. 

"Yeah, well, so far he's not talking to anybody," 

"He'll talk to me." Scott promised us. 

✢

"Why would I go anywhere with you?" Young Derek asked as he was sitting in the couch in the Mr. Stilinski's office. Scott was standing, Stiles and I leaned against the Sheriff's desk, our own hands laced together. 

"There was an accident," Scott explained to Derek. "You lost some memory, but we can help you get it back." 

"How much memory?"

"A lot. But you can trust us." Scott promised. I'm guessing Scott's flashed his Alpha eyes at Derek, because Derek seemed more alarmed now. 

"You're an Alpha." Derek stated. "Okay, who are you." I walk away from Stiles, who was doing something else, and I bend down next to Scott. "And who he? Who are you? And you, who's she?" 

"Oh, we're the guys keeping you ot of jail." Stiles told him making me crack a smirk. 

"Let us help you." I said in a soft tone, looking up at Derek. He shakes his head. 

"No," he refused. 

"Okay, dude, you almost tore apart two cops back there." Stiles told Derek, who was now paying attention to Stiles. "You need to listen to us. And that starts with no fangs, no claws, no wolfman. You got that?" 

"I'm fine as long it's not on a full moon." Derek cuts Stiles off, as Scott and I stand up slowly. 

"You still have trouble on a full moon?" Scott asked, surprised. 

"I said I'm fine." Derek snapped. 

"As long it's not on a full moon." I mutter, repeating his words. Derek sent me a glare and I sent him a wave and full-on smile. He rolled his eyes.  

"All right, you coming with us or not?" Stiles asked, jumping off the desk, and walks over to me. 

Derek looked up at Stiles. "You want me to trust you?" He then glanced at Scott. "Where's my family?" 

Scott sighed. My mind was chanting lie, lie, lie. "There was a fire." I cringe at his sentence starter. "And... they're not here anymore. They're fine. Just had to move out of Beacon Hills." He lied! "And we're gonna take you to them as soon as we figure out how to get your memories back." 

Derek exhaled and looked over at us. "Okay," 

✢

"I shouldn't have done that." Scott told us, as lean on the bench, waiting for Derek. "I lied my ass off." 

"Hey, your ass is fine." I told my brother, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You saved him a tone of unnecessary pain. I'm proud of you." 

"Besides, we'll figure this out in a day or two, he goes back to being old Derek, and everyone's happy," Stiles told us. Hopefully. "Except for Derek, who's never happy," 

"He's just another person that we're lying to." Scott reminded us, I shrugged. "Just I always feel like it's better when we tell the truth. With Lydia, our mum, your dad." 

"But that is Derek Hale in there." Stiles said, pointing out Derek who was talking to Mr. Stilinski. "He may be a kid right now, but he's still Derek Hale." 

"All right. You and Stacey take him to my house and don't let him out of your site." Scott warned us, then looked at us. "Don't get distracted." 

"Distracted?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"Yeah... no touchy-touchy," Scott muttered. I snort. "Look, no kissing." 

"Okay," I sang, smiling. 

"And where are you going?" Stiles coughed. 

"I'm going to go talk to the guy we should have talked to before." Scott told us. 

"Uh..." Stiles trailed off, as Scott, he was gonna talk to Peter. I hate that guy, Scott walked off. "I hate that guy," he called after Scott. 

Stiles huffed and turned to me. "I can't believe he's gonna talk to... him." I shudder. "He's a bad person. We like good guys." Stiles smiled softly at me. He laced our fingers and stared down at our hands. 

"Yeah... yeah, we do..." he trailed off and captured my lips, connecting them. I closed my eyes for a second. I broke away for a second, chuckling. 

"No touchy-touchy," I mocked Scott's voice, making him smile. He connected our lips again, his hand trailed up to my jawline. I simply wrapped my arms around his neck, and he pulled me closer to him. 

A cough cuts us off, and we broke away, I'm still close to him and we glare at Derek who stood there awkwardly. "Can we go now?" Derek asked in a bored tone. I turned my head to Stiles, who had pecked the corner of my lips and nodded afterward.