𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

Stiles, Scott and I race into the Sheriff station and skid to a stop when we find Sheriff Stilinksi staring at us in disbelief, the young Derek Hale sitting on the bench next to him.

"I'll handle this" Noah tells Deputy Parrish and his partner.

The Sheriff waves the three of us into this office and I close the door behind us, the boys deciding to stand either side of me as we face Noah.

"I want you to be honest with me- absolutely and completely honest" Noah asks us "...Have you been time traveling?"

"Hang on, what?" Stiles question his father in disbelief.

"Because if time traveling is real... You know what? I'm done. I'm out. You're going to be driving me to Eichen House" Noah declares.

"Totally understandable" I nod in agreement with the man.

"We found him like that" Scott states.

"Where? Swimming in the fountain of youth?!" Noah retorts hysterically.

"No... 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" Stiles says matter of factly.

"You told me you were camping!" Noah shouts in a flabbergasted tone.

"Yeah, we were! ...In Mexico" Stiles shrugs and I roll my eyes.

"You told him you were camping?" I scoff and Stiles glares at me.

"Derek's been aged backwards- he can't remember anything. We just need to talk to him" Scott explains to the Sheriff.

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

"He'll talk to me" Scott assures him.

"Will he though?" I hum thoughtfully.

The Sheriff lets out a huff of air and decides to give us a shot, escorting Derek into the room and leaving us to speak with him. The Hale boy sits down on the leather sofa and Scott tries to explain in a shitty manner that he needs to come with us.

"Why would I go anywhere with you?" Derek questions.

"Excuse my brother, he's not very good at explanations" I speak up, crouching down in front of the boy and he looks at me intently "There was a pretty bad accident, Derek. You lost some memory, but we can help you get it back"

"How much memory?" Derek worries and I take a hold of his hand, assuring him he's safe.

"A lot. But you can trust us" Scott answers, crouching down beside me and flashing Derek his red eyes.

"You're an Alpha..." Derek realises and he starts to panic "Okay, who are you? And who is he"

"Who are you?" He adds, looking at me.

"Oh, we're the guys keeping you out of jail" Stiles retorts.

"Let us help you" Scott pleads.

"No" Derek protests, sitting back and pulling his hand out of mine.

"Okay, dude, you almost two apart two deputies back there. You need to listen to us- and that starts with no fangs, no claws, no wolf-man. You got that?" Stiles sasses the Hale boy.

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

"You still have trouble with the full moon?" Scott asks in confusion.

"I said I'm fine" Derek snaps.

"Derek, breathe" I warn him and although I know he doesn't trust us yet, he listens to me.

"All right. You coming with us, or not?" Stiles questions.

"You want me to trust you? Where's my family?" Derek demands to know.

I glance back at my brother and Stiles, both of them looking to each other and then to me before Scott sighs.

"There was a fire. And..." My brother starts to tell the boy the truth but he seems to change his mind "They're not here anymore. They're fine- 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"

"Okay..." Derek breathes out and my heart breaks at the sight of his red rimmed eyes.

We head out to the front and wait for the Sheriff to speak to Derek, letting him go.

"I shouldn't have done that. I lied my ass off" Scott worries.

"Hey, your ass is fine. You saved him a ton of unnecessary pain" Stiles assures my brother.

"What if he finds out you lied?" I ask in worry myself.

"We'll figure this out in a day or two, he goes back to being old-Derek, everybody's happy" Stiles assures me "Except for Derek, who's never happy"

"It's just another person that we're lying to. I always feel like it's always been better when we tell the truth. With Lydia, my mom, your dad..." Scott drawls off.

"Yeah, but that is Derek Hale in there. He may be a kid right now, but he's still Derek Hale" Stiles argues.

"All right. Take him to my house, and don't let him out of your sight. Both of you" Scott tells us.

"And where are you going?" Stiles questions.

"Yeah, what are you up to?" I add.

"I'm going to talk to the guy we should have gone to before" Scott declares.

"Uh...Yeah, I hate that guy!" Stiles calls out as Scott walks to the door.

"Don't we all, dork" I pat his back.

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"We're going to wait here for Scott. We're going to sit quietly. We're not going to call or talk to anyone" Stiles tells Derek firmly as we enter my house.

"Do I talk to you?" Derek asks.

"No" Stiles snaps.

"Can I talk to your girlfriend then?" Derek questions.

"No" Stiles shoots the boy a glare and I roll my eyes.

"I'm not his girlfriend" I counter.

"So you're single?" Derek smirks at me and I grin widely at the irony of him flirting with me.

"Enough flirting. Leave her alone" Stiles demands.

"Who's going to talk to him?" Derek wonders, pointing forward and I turn my head to see my father holding a brown paper bag.

"Ahh!" Stiles shouts in fright "Are you getting taller?"

"What are you guys doing here?" Dad aims the question at Stiles and Derek.

"We're waiting for Scott" Derek answers confidently.

"Yeah, so am I. We're supposed to have dinner" Dad throws a confused glance at me as if asking where my brother is with his eyes before looking back at the boys "I brought extra. You guys hungry?"

"Yeah-" Derek nods

"No. We're not hungry" Stiles cuts the Hale boy off.

"No, I'm starving-" Derek tries to argue but he's cut off again.

"Neither of us are hungry. Thanks, though" Stiles smiles widely.

"Stiles, shut up" I mutter, elbowing the boy.

"Okay... Well, if you're not hungry, Stiles, your friend can still eat with us" Dad tells the Stilinksi boy and looks to Derek "What's your name?"

"Miguel" Stiles blurts out before Derek can answer "My cousin Miguel. From Mexico"

"¿Es usted natural de México, Miguel?" Dad asks Derek and my brows raise, not knowing my father could speak Spanish.
(Are you native to Mexico, Miguel?)

"Oh, my God..." Stiles mutters out.

"No soy nativo, sino que pasé un montón de tiempo allá" Derek replies in perfect Spanish, surprising me again.
(I'm not native, but I spent a lot of time there)

"Fantastic" Dad grins "Egg roll?"

"Hell yeah!" Derek grins right back, walking over to the table as my dad places the bag down on it.

"Fantastic!" Stiles repeats sarcastically and I drag him over to the table.