Ooooooooh shit.

I actually had this planned for a while, but wasn't sure when to approach it, so I left it. But I figured, I'm continuing the story, so what better time?

This isn't just 'stealing storylines' either, I hope you guys understand that that is not my intention at all. I wanted to create a new connection for Malia since Stiles is obviously with Riley.

I had this planned since season 2, which some of you actually picked up on in the weirdness when Peter spoke about Riley's mum. I then made it permanent when Malia got introduced in season 3. She needs an anchor, and that's why I had them have that time alone to establish that connection to eachother back in Eichen.

Anchors don't just have to be romantic, just like how Melissa told Scott to be his own anchor. Malia isn't at the stage where it would make sense for her to be her own anchor, and I like giving her this deeper connection to Riley.

Anyway, rant over, let me know your thoughts ♡

Question of the Chapter - What would you want to happen if there was a season 7?

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✧*:･ﾟStiles･ﾟ:*✧

I shook my head in disbelief. "What are you talking about?"

"Talia, she kept memories from him. Riley's mum is still her mum, but Peter. . . Peter is her dad," Lydia explained quietly. "I don't know if he remembers or not, but it's true."

I took a deep breath, feeling it rattle my body. "Why are you telling me this and not Riley? Scott, how long have you known?"

"I only found out tonight, I swear," he said quickly, jumping on the defence. "I just thought that after everything that has happened, it's probably best coming from you. Especially since her mum isn't here to tell her."

My throat tightened at the mention of Riley's mum. The last time we had broken up was because I hadn't given her the time she needed to be alone. Now, he expected me to tell her that her mother had lied to her her whole life about another thing?
"Scott, she barely got over that her mum lied to her about being a Sylph. How do you think she's going to take finding out that the most manipulative guy we've ever met is her dad?"

Scott fell silent, not wanting to say something that could make the situation worse, I'm sure. Lydia reached over and took my hand, making me look at her. "Stiles, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, but-"

"You're right," I said cutting her off and removing my hand from hers. "How long have you been friends with her, Lydia? You should have told Riley as soon as you found out."

I stood up from the table without another word and left the house, returning back to my own. Back to Riley.

How the hell was I supposed to tell her that Peter Hale was her birth father?

♧♤♢♡

After I had returned home, I hadn't been able to get back to sleep. So instead, I just laid there, staring at the girl who was still asleep beside me. I had so many thoughts going through my head, all of it to do with what Lydia had told me.

Not wanting to wake her up from what seemed to be a peaceful sleep, I laid motionless. My eyes looked over her delicate features. Each small freckle sprinkled sparingly across her skin, the way her mouth was slightly agape with gentle breaths escaping from her lips.

I couldn't help myself, allowing myself to touch her jawline gently, running a finger along her smooth skin. She was beautiful.

Suddenly, I was staring into her warm, dark eyes and all my troubled thoughts seemed to melt away. She reached her own hand up, placing it on my own. She moved my hand to rest against her cheek as she smiled at me. "Were you watching me sleep?" she accused with a sly smile.

I felt a small laugh escape my lips as I felt her cheeks warm beneath my hand. We had been dating for so long now, but she always managed to make me smile. "Good morning."

The way Riley looked at me made me feel like I was the luckiest guy on this planet. So when I remembered what I was supposed to tell her, I felt my world come crashing down. I couldn't lose her again.
Sighing, I gently removed my hand and sat up. "I wish we didn't have to go to school."

Riley nodded, "Me too. But I don't want Charlotte or your dad to revoke the sleep over privileges. Char was already super unsure about us spending nights together now that we're dating."

"Speaking of Charlotte," I said slowly. "How are things going between you guys and your dad?"

She looked confused by the change in topic, rightfully so, but answered either way. "Actually, pretty well. After nearly dying, I figured I shouldn't be shutting him out. I mean, sure he left us, but he's trying. That should count for something, right?"

And now she was building a relationship with who she thought was her dad? Plus, that would make her and Charlotte not biologically related?

But it also meant that Malia was her half-sister; which seemed to be one of the only things that made sense here. Riley said she had formed a bond with Malia when they were in Eichen and believed that was why she was Malia's anchor. But what if on some level there was part of them that felt their real connection?

"So, maybe there's hope," she smiled. "Anyways, we should get up."

As she went to get out of bed, I grabbed her hand and pulled her back, kissing her, "We've got time."
What if Scott said something at school, thinking that I had already told her?

"While that is a very tempting offer," she chuckled as she pulled back. "I really think we should get ready for school."

Biting my lip, I sat back, trying to think of ways to keep her here. Maybe then, I'd get the nerve up to tell her. "C'mon. Our grades are fine. Let's just stay here. Please?"

Crawling over to me, she straddled my lap and looped her arms around my neck. "You know, you used to be the more responsible one out of us two," she reminded me.

In any other situation, I would be at a loss for words, but I needed to focus. I placed my hands on her waist, trying to think of what to say, but she was so close. "What can I say? You do things to me."

The way she was looking at me made me feel lightheaded. She was all I had ever wanted
"And maybe later, I'll let you do a few things to me."
My eyes widened as my mouth fell open. That was not what I had been expecting her to say. She laughed softly, before kissing me and climbing off of me. "But right now, we need to go to school."

I threw my head back in disappointment, before nodding. There was no convincing this girl to miss school today, apparently. "You're right."

"I usually am," she shrugged, walking over to my dresser and opening the drawer I had given her to get some fresh clothes.

Standing up, I walked over to her and forgot about what was happening in my head for the moment and focused on her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and placed my chin on her shoulder. "Are you doing okay after last night?"

Closing the drawer, she turned in my arms to rest her forehead against my own. "Yeah, I am. Thank you for being so patient with me. I know it's been a while now."

I smiled softly, "Whenever you're with me, it reminds me of who I am. That that wasn't me who hurt those people. If taking things slow is what you need, then I'm going to give that to you. I would do anything for you."

Moments like this always threw me off guard. How did I get lucky enough to have this girl in my life? This girl strong enough to carry so much weight on her shoulders, yet still willing to help others. She didn't deserve to be lied to.

We stood like that for a few minutes, just being there for each other; we didn't always need words to tell each other how we felt.

I just wish I could find the words to tell her what I knew.

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✧･ﾟ:*Riley*:･ﾟ✧

We met up with Scott at school, when the conversation of Malia came up. Scott had asked how things were going in terms of teaching her how to acclimate to normal society.

"She's doing way better than when we started," I informed him. "But she's starting to notice things. She knows we're all keeping something from her."

The concern was clear on Scott's face. "You mean Peter?"

"We don't have to tell her just yet, I'm sure it can wait, Riley," Stiles stumbled.

I zoned out for a moment, looking out into the distance. I thought for a split moment I had seen someone watching me, but then they were gone. Had there really been someone standing across the court yard, or was it just in my head?

"Riley?" Stiles said softly, placing a hand on my arm. "Are you okay?"

Figuring it was just me seeing things, I decided to leave it
"I'm fine." I then turned to him, my brows furrowed, "But I don't know why you would say to wait? Of course we have to tell her. It's better that she hear it from us than someone else."

Stiles had been acting so strange all morning. Ever since we had woken up, he had just been. . . off. Something was wrong.

Scott nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I know. I just. . . I don't know how."

Sighing, I looked over at him. "That's fair. How do you tell someone that their biological father is a sociopathic maniac?"

Scott's jaw clenched as he glanced and Stiles made eye contact. My boyfriend had gone stiff, his pace even slowing down a bit. This morning couldn't get any stranger.

"Take a deep breath, Scottie," I laughed, trying to ease the tension. "We'll figure it out."

He didn't seem sure, but he didn't outright admit it. He was our Alpha and he didn't want to show weakness.

Mr Yukimura's class started not long after we took our seats, the man diving right into the lesson.
"It might surprise you to know that some of history's greatest leaders have had to endure some pretty great failures. One you'll recognise from last night's reading failed in business, had a nervous breakdown, was defeated for both houses of Congress, and lost as Vice President, before he was finally elected as one of the greatest presidents that this country has ever seen. Who was he?"

Several hands around the room rose in unison, answer at the ready. I glanced to my left to see Stiles had raised his hand also. When he saw me staring, he smiled and winked at me, before turning his attention back to our teacher.

He must have done the reading before we went to Mexico, because I know he didn't do it last night.

"Malia," Mr Yukimura said, calling on the girl who was still highlighting her book. Scott, Stiles and I all turned around to look at her.

She was just staring right back, one highlighter in her hand and another between her teeth. She looked so lost.
When a phone began to ring, Scott quickly turned back around and silenced his mobile.

"Scott, phones off," Mr Yukimura warned. The boy nodded apologetically.
"Malia? One of our greatest presidents. Gettysburg Address?"

Stiles tried to mouth to her that the answer was Abraham Lincoln, when his phone beeped, too, followed instantly by my own. My boyfriend and I were quick to shut our phones off, feeling bad for interrupting the class.

"Phones off. Everyone."
The man sighed as he looked at the newest addition to our class. "Malia? Does anyone else know?"

Every hand except for Malia, Scott, Stiles and my own rose, everyone either knowing from the beginning, or after the hints given to Malia. My two best friends and I knew the answer also, we just didn't want to add to Malia's embarrassment.

Another phone buzzed, and by that point Mr Yukimura had had it. "I said phones off!"

As everyone's hands lowered, Kira addressed her father calmly. "Dad, that was yours."

The man's angry expression fell awkwardly as he turned and grabbed his phone out of a pocket on his laptop bag, looking at the screen. "'Scott, call Lydia'," he read aloud.

I would've laughed at the fact that Lydia had managed to get Mr Yukimura's phone number if we hadn't told her to text us only if something had happened with Derek.

♧♤♢♡

Mr Yukimura had given Scott, Stiles and I permission to leave class ten minutes early and we headed straight to the animal clinic. When we walked in, we found Lydia bandaging Deaton's arm.

Apparently when Derek had woken up, he wasn't exactly all too happy to see them.

"I don't think he's just younger in body," Deaton explained as he watched Lydia tape the gauze down. "I think he's younger in his mind too."

Lydia finished what she was doing, before looking over to us. "He didn't recognise either of us. And he looked like he was scared out of his mind."

"So if you're a teenage werewolf and you're scared, where do you go?" Stiles propositioned.

Scott thought for a moment. "A wolf goes back to its den. But Derek lives in a loft."

"Older Derek lives in a loft," I corrected. "If he's younger in mind, and didn't recognise Lydia or Deaton, does he even remember his loft?"

"The Hale House," Lydia said, completing my thought.

Deaton nodded, "He wouldn't even remember the fire. It wouldn't have happened yet."

Scott's eye widened as he realised that we knew where Derek was going to be. But, it wasn't as easy as that.

"Hold on," Lydia said, holding a hand up. "Say you do manage to catch up to him? What are you going to say to him? That his whole family is dead?"

Scott glanced at us, and I just shook my head. "Dibs not."

The Alpha rolled his eyes. "I guess I'm going to have to."

"Oh. Good luck with that," Lydia said, her sarcasm palpable.

"She's probably right," Stiles admitted quietly. "Maybe you shouldn't. You know, at least until we figure out how to get him back to normal."

"I can't lie to him," Scott insisted.

"Okay, I'll do it."

Scott shook his head, knowing that he'd have to explain what he actually meant. "I don't think any of us can. Remember, he can hear a heartbeat rising. When we find him, we tell him the truth."

"Oh my god, he's going to rip our throats out with his teeth," I groaned, throwing my head back.

Deaton was quick to point out another flaw in this otherwise awful plan. "If he gets to the house first, you won't have to tell him."

"Then we need to go. Like, now."

When we got to the Hale House, we had been too late. Stiles immediately turned the jeep around and drove us directly to the Sheriff's station. Getting out of the car, the three of us ran into the building.

Skidding to a stop at the door, we saw that Derek was indeed here. And so was Sheriff Stilinski, who looked very confused.

♧♤♢♡

"I want you to be honest with me. Absolutely and completely honest," the Sheriff instructed us as we all stood in his office. I was unsure of what he was going to say, considering that after he found out about the supernatural we had always told him the truth.
"Have you been time travelling?"

Now, that? That was not what I was expecting. I couldn't help but laugh at the insinuation, but could see how he may have come to that conclusion given Derek's current state.

"Hang on, what?" Stiles asked in shock.

The Sheriff looked at the end of his rope as he spoke, "Because if time travelling is real, you know what? I'm done. I'm out. You're going to be driving me to Eichen House."

"We found him like that," Scott insisted.

The Sheriff stepped forward so that there was less chance of his deputies hearing him. "Where? Swimming in the fountain of youth?"

"No," Stiles said. "We found him buried in a tomb of wolfsbane in an Aztec temple in Mexico underneath a church in the middle of a town that was destroyed by an earthquake."

"You told me you were camping!"

"Good one," I hissed, hitting Stiles on the arm. As far as all our parents and guardians knew, we were camping, but now thanks to Stiles' loose lips they were going to know where we really were.

"Ow," he whined. "But, we were camping. . . in Mexico."
From the wince on Stiles' face, I could tell that he knew his father wasn't buying it. The man looked highly unimpressed.

"Derek's been aged backwards," Scott attempted to explain. "He can't remember anything."

"We just need to talk to him."

The Sheriff leaned against his desk with a sigh, "Yeah, well, so far he's not talking to anybody."

Scott convinced the Sheriff that he'd be able to get Derek to talk. The Sheriff was hesitant, but he brought Derek in either way. He and his deputies remained outside while the three of us stood before young Derek.

"Why should I go anywhere with you?" The young werewolf asked.

Scott took the lead, stepping carefully into the minefield that was any conversation with Derek Hale. "There was an accident. You lost some memory, but we can help you get it back."

"How much memory?"

"A lot. But you can trust us."
Scott knelt down before the boy, and showed him his True Alpha eyes.

The young boy looked surprised by the reveal, "You're an Alpha. Okay, who are you? And who are those two? Who are you?"

Turning to look at Stiles, I noticed that he hadn't been paying attention because something on the desk had caught his eye. A conversation for another time, I'm sure.

Stiles tuned back in, looking at the boy, "Oh, we're the people keeping you out of jail."

"We're here to help," A added, trying soften Stiles's reply.

Scott nodded, "Let us."

Derek barely thought about it before shaking his head. "No."

Stiles took a step backward and sat on his father's desk, apparently just as fond of the younger version of Derek as he was of the older one. "Okay, dude, you almost tore apart two cops back there. You need to listen to us. And that starts with no fangs, no claws, no wolf man. You got that?"

"I'm fine as long as it's not on a full moon."

"You still have trouble with the full moon?" Scott asked, rather surprised.

Derek was quick to cut him off, "I said I'm fine."

I was suddenly having déjà vu, thinking back to when Scott was first bitten. Back when Scott had no idea how to control himself, and had trouble on the full moon. It felt strange.

Stiles stood up, moving to stand next to me. "All right, you coming with us or not?"

"You want me to trust you? Where's my family?"

My eyes drifted to Scott who looked moderately more uncomfortable. However, he did say that he was going to tell Derek what had happened; now was the moment of truth.

"There was a fire," the Alpha began. "And. . ."

Scott was staring at Derek, and I saw what he saw. A young teenager who had woken up confused and lost. If it weren't for Derek's naturally stone-faced emotion, I could've sworn he looked scared.

"They're not here anymore. They're fine. They just had to move out of Beacon Hills. And we're going to take you to them as soon as we figure out how to get your memories back."

My gaze fell to the floor so that Derek couldn't see the disappointment on my face. Scott had outright lied to him, risking every chance that he wouldn't believe him and ruining any chance we had of him trusting us.

"Okay," Derek agreed, which actually surprised me. Apparently young Derek didn't really know how to listen to a heartbeat yet.