Last time on Residents of Bad Wolf Bay

He had no money, no identification, and no place to stay.

Great. How could things get any worse?

"HEY YOU!"

He just had to ask, didn't he?

The last time he had heard the voice it was ridden with sleep and slightly out of it. Every cell in Stiles's body yelled at him to run but whatever they had him on was still in his body making him sluggish. He was tired and he could feel it wasn't just a side effect of the medicine. And now that he thought about it, his side began to ache and it was getting more painful. Looking around he also saw very little escape routes.

"I'm not going to hurt you son." the Sheriff said.

He couldn't help it. Stiles scoffed out a pained chuckle. Maybe he didn't intend to hurt Stiles but there was no denying the immense ache in his chest as he turned and looked at the alternate reality version of his father. This man, his mind reminded him, wasn't his father, not really. It was still a John Stilinski but there was no familiar recognition when he looked at Stiles.

His heart felt like it was being held in a vice grip, his throat constricted, and he felt his eyes sting with tears.

It's been roughly seven years since the last time he saw his father. There were multiple times he almost went to visit, but there was always another adventure with the Doctor that he needed to go on and feared that if he visited his father, he'd have to leave the Doctor behind. He did mental exercises though. He'd play scenarios out in his mind. He'd construct explanations and excuses that validated his not visiting. In his journal, like Hunter used to write in as if writing to his parents, he had done the same. But none of those entries helped him now.

It all suddenly hit him as he stood in front of the mirror image of his father who had no idea who he was. He was alone in a world so similar to the one he grew up in. Faces he's come to know and once trusted would walk right by him without even knowing that in another life, they knew him. He was irrelevant again. He didn't matter because in a more legitimate way, he didn't exist. He was actually a no-one here.

"You okay son?"

God Stiles wished he'd stop calling him that.

He couldn't breathe.

He tried to suck in air but his lungs had stopped working with his brain. Gravity was malfunctioning too because he felt so dizzy and ungrounded. His vision began to blur and noises became extra loud and indistinguishable. He pulled at his hair and crumbled into a ball.

He might be crying.

He might be screaming.

He wasn't sure.

"How's he looking, Melissa?" the Sheriff asked as he looked through the window at the unconscious young man.

He was the talk of the departments. Kate Argent was facing quite the sentencing; attempted murders, arson, breaking and entering, and just about anything else the Hale's lawyer could think to throw her way. A lot of which is actually standing. A full scale investigation is going into the Argent family. They're known for their in with army sectors and security businesses that handle firearms. From some of the reports he's seen, some of those firearms aren't registered or have been used in wrong ways.

Then there's the Hale's. The worst some of them had was smoke inhalation with minor bruising. There was fear and shock and there was a deputy assigned to be stationed in front of where they were currently staying at all times until a decision was made on Kate.

Though most of the time there was one or two either here in the hospital or at the station poking questions about their mysterious savior.

It wasn't like there was some sort of client privacy law he was trying to protect. No one seemed to have an idea who the guy was. He had no ID on him. The car he used to get to the Hale house was stolen and picked up a day ago by its owner. Who didn't even live in California but was driving through the state for business and stopped at a rest stop to use the restroom.

Beacon Hills may not be as small as some of the small towns featured on television, but it also wasn't New York either. John swears on his life that he's never seen the stranger before and yet...there is something so strikingly familiar in him. It's like a horrible itch he just can't scratch.

"Luckily when the ceiling collapsed on him it didn't do much other than bruise him. There must have been something metal that caught in the fire that was at some point pressed to his side. There are a few fire burns on his arm and leg, but he has full function of both limbs. Those are the worse injuries he's got, but he was rescued pretty soon and attended to at the scene. His recovery should go smoothly..." she explained but there was a frown on her face. "But if he tries escaping again..."

"Yeah..." the Sheriff nodded. Movement in the corner of his eye made him look down the hallway and he caught sight of someone. Or rather two someones.

Laura and Cora Hale.

"Any luck in identifying our mysterious hero?" Melissa asked as she scribbled on her clipboard.

"No more than yesterday or day before that. He just seemingly came from nowhere," the Sheriff turned back to Melissa as he scratched the back of his head.

"Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out soon. You aren't running unopposed for no reason." she said with a smile.

The Sheriff chuckled, "Thanks for the vote of confidence. It's always appreciated."

There was chatter on his radio which he replied to. He smiled at Melissa, "Duty calls."

Her beeper began ringing and she returned his grin, "Ditto. Call me if anything comes up."

"Same..." He didn't move though he should get going.

"John?"

"I mean it. He wakes up...or...or...wakes up," he had no other way to say it. He supposed it was a panic attack and he's seen a few while on the job, but there was something more intense about this one.

Melissa smiled kindly, "You know I will. Now go."

"Alright. But hey..." he looked down the hall again where Laura and Cora had not so inconspicuously ducked behind a wall. Melissa followed his sight and caught a lock of hair just in time. "The kid needs rest, I assume. Make sure that no one goes in, as much as he can't get out."

"Noted." Melissa nodded once more before heading towards the reception desk where she asked another nurse to put a security guard in the hallway that belonged to the mysterious John Doe. Adding a note of being extra vigilant about that patient.

"Sheriff."

John looked up to see one of his deputies coming towards him.

"I'm on my way Thomson. Just covering a few details with Melissa about our heroic stranger."

"Oh. How's he doing? Awake yet?" Thomson asked. His eyes a bit bright like a kid at Christmas time.

The stranger was talk of the departments and a bit of a celebrity among the deputies at the station. The arrest of Kate Argent was going to be one of the biggest cases that's ever happened in this town.

"Woke up, but for his recovery they've got him on some really good pain killers. Anyway, I'm glad you're here. Your shift's about done right?" the Sheriff asked.

"Another two hours or so, but I'm mostly just patrolling around the school's districts." Thomson replied.

"Right. Well I want you here, alright?" the Sheriff asked.

"Sir?"

"Look..." the Sheriff looked around to make sure no one was really paying attention to them. When he decided no one was, he turned back to his deputy, "Kate Argent may be behind bars and some other Argents and their employees are also falling under fire, but the matter remains that the intent here was to kill. From what the guys in forensics are saying, if we didn't know it was intentional, it would have passed by as an accident."

"It was professionally done." Thomson added.

"Right. As of right now we're not sure who was in on it, but the guy who stopped it is in that room over there, unconscious, and hurt." the Sheriff whispered seriously.

Thomson gave a stiff nod, "Understood sir."

"How long exactly do you intend to brood?" Peter asked with an over dramatic sigh, "I mean, can we at least do it somewhere where the most entertaining thing doesn't include squirrels fighting over nuts?"

"Go. Away . Peter." Derek growled.

"Can't. I'm on sitter duty." Peter drawled out.

"I don't need a fucking sitter!" he cried out as he turned and glared at his uncle, eyes flashing blue.

"Our family was nearly killed, Kate may be behind bars, but other Argents are still out and about. Paranoid, but mobile and armed. We got lucky, Derek. Until all of this is put to rest, we aren't going anywhere alone. Just be a little grateful I'm the one put to watch your ass." Peter growled.

"How could anyone be grateful for having you as a shadow?"

"Considering you reek of guilt and anxiety, how long before Talia or your father or Laura or your brothers put two and two together, huh Derek? They've been taught and trained to know every M.O. in the Hunter's rulebook. You, Laura, and Cora almost became orphans and as much as it hurts to hear it, you need to. It was almost your fault. You nearly caused Armageddon, but you dodged the bullet by millimeters. So how about you stop acting like a damn child and work with us! Be happy nothing happened, be grateful it didn't end in the alternative, and be thankful it opened your damn eyes. Hunters and werewolves? Not a good combination in any scenario!"

"Peter-"

"No. You need to fucking hear all this now and by someone you trust. You don't want anyone else to know, but it's eating you alive. So let's get it out in the open. You thought Kate loved you."

"She did-"

"She used you because she's a hunter and they train their women to use any means needed to get their target. When the men fail to be menacing, they send the women to be distracting. It's an elaborate con and you were a gullible mark who thought with his dick."

"...she never loved me did she?" Derek turned away and asked in a small voice.

"No, pup. She didn't."

Derek tensed before turning to look at the owner of the voice, before trying to shrink into himself.

"Talia." Peter greeted.

"I believe Laura and Cora are stalking the room where our mysterious savior is resting in. Go make sure they don't get in trouble, will you Peter?" Talia asked her brother though she kept her eyes on Derek.

Peter nodded before leaving the preserve.

Talia took a step forward but before she could even say a word Derek launched himself at her and hugged her tight, tears of anger and frustration running down his cheeks. He sobbed into his mother's chest and his voice broke as he begged her for forgiveness, "I-I'm s-sorry...I'm s-so s-sor-ry..."

She held on to him tightly and let him cry it out. Once he was calm enough to talk Talia brought him to a stump of a tree and sat down with him. She held him close and protectively as he sniffed and wiped at his eyes.

"I'm an idiot..."

"You're young. I know it's not your fault Derek, but this is something we need to discuss. I don't want you to feel guilty, pup...that is a heavy burden that you needn't carry, but you have to understand what happened." Talia said calmly as she wiped Derek' cheek. "It won't be easy, but you are going to sit down with your father and I, and you will tell us everything. Understood?"

Derek tensed and looked away, "Do I have to?"

Talia grabbed Derek by his chin and made him face her. Looking into his eyes she nodded and said, "Yes."

The Sheriff was sitting in his office, his desk completely covered in files and paperwork all having to do with the Hale arson attempt. He's probably read every single file at least once. There was a plotting board in his office as he tried to make sense of things and somehow tie them to the mysterious stranger. Though he could make connections here and there between the Argents and Hales, the stranger seemed to be a variable that just wouldn't fit into the equation.

So engrossed in the current file he was reading he didn't hear when the door opened and Agent McCall entered until the man cleared his throat. The Sheriff looked up and closed the file before letting it rest on top of his desk.

"McCall." the Sheriff greeted.

"Stilinksi." Agent McCall returned the greeting.

"Guess I should have expected you sooner or later." the Sheriff said easily as he leaned back into his chair.

"I'm not noting the usual spite in your voice. What? Did you find someone else to hate? I'm jealous."

"Don't be. And I don't hate you, I just find you overbearing and full of yourself most of the time, but I don't hate you." the Sheriff specified with a cheeky grin.

McCall took a seat across from the Sheriff and scanned the files on his desk. "Quite the scandal, huh?"

"You could say that again..." the Sheriff sighed as he ran his hand through his hair and spread the files out more on the desk top. He looked up the agent and asked, "Big enough to bring the FBI in."

"The lawyers that the Hale's hired began to dig and the things that were brought into light have happened throughout various states, crossing jurisdiction." McCall explained.

"Argents have tried killing innocent families while using fire as their weapon of choice?" the Sheriff asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Not exactly. But there have been instances where the Argents have been involved that have questionable hospital records, barely legal and not legal at all fire arms, and questionable amounts of money that our tech analyst isn't quite sure where it came from..."

The Sheriff scrunched up his face, "What the hell is that family into?"

"They're French, so some sort of French mafia is the hot button going around, but honestly...we're trying to make as much sense of it as you guys here." Agent McCall answered with a shrug. "Not too sure how they're getting their money, but they have it. And they've gotten a lawyer for Kate, but honestly I doubt she'll be seeing the light of day soon. Attempted mass murder, arson-"

"Statutory rape." the Sheriff added.

Agent McCall's eyes widened a bit and the Sheriff elaborated as he passed over the file he had been reading before the agent entered his office.

"Filed this morning. The youngest Hale boy, Derek. He and his uncle, Peter, who had his suspicions about what was going on between his nephew and Kate Argent, are both willing to testify if needed. No matter how good the lawyer they get, there is too much solid evidence that's really damning."

McCall let out a low whistle as he read Derek's written testimony. "Well...there'll be paperwork to keep us busy for a while, but the remaining mysteries to be solved are; exactly why she wanted to kill this family and who the hell was it that saved them. Anything new on that front?"

"There was no identification to be found at the scene or on his person. None of the Hales seem to know him. After going nowhere with him or the date base, I even asked one of the Argents, Chris, if he looked familiar and he's apparently never seen him before either."

"Well, his sister and some of his employees were caught red handed, can't really hold what he says as truth." Rafael drawled out before asking, "There's really nothing on the guy who saved them?"

The Sheriff shook his head. "We ran facial recognition and ran his prints. Nothing."

"Any other day...any other crime scene...but this? What exactly are the chances?" Agent McCall shook his head.

"He's not a threat." the Sheriff stressed. He didn't like the accusatory voice the agent obtained while speaking about the mysterious stranger.

"Maybe he was part of it..." the agent mused.

That had the Sheriff shaking his head. "No way."

"How can you be so sure? Have you talked to him?" the agent asked.

"Not exactly. But he's...he's just not. I told you...no one, not the Hales or the Argents, know who he is. He's not involved."

"Or he could be and the Argents are just trying to save as many of their own as possible." Agent McCall theorized in almost a bored tone.

"He's a kid, he risked his life to save the Hales!" he couldn't explain why he needed to defend the mysterious stranger, but something in his gut twisted all sorts of ugly thinking he may actually become a suspect in all this.

"He shows up out of nowhere the day Kate Argent plans on killing as many Hales as possible? In a stolen car no less with no ID on him whatsoever. Let's not forget to take into account that the Hale property isn't something someone just happens to come around to by accident. From the reports of some of your deputies, he led some of your officers to the site..."

The Sheriff couldn't really think of a good response to any of that. It was all so suspicious and mysterious and the only one with any answers was unconscious. Standing up and walking towards his evidence board, the Sheriff tried again to make any new connections, hoping something would pop out at him, but nothing new did. He heard the Agent's chair slide back as McCall stood up too.

"He's innocent until proven guilty...but this is a high stakes case, Stilinski. There's a lot of politics involved. Don't let personal feelings cloud your judgment."

"I'll do what's needed to keep an innocent man from being a scapegoat to those who are actually guilty." the Sheriff said as he turned back to stare at the agent.

"Then we should have all the guilty parties arrested by the time this is done." McCall said before making his way out of the office.

"Y aquí está su orden." Hunter said in Spanish as he handed the order to the customer. "Que tengas un buen día." he smiled and waved them off, wishing them good day. They thanked him in turn before turning and leaving the cafe.

Nineteen year old Hunter grabbed the cloth from under the counter top and began to wipe away any stains. He was currently in Madrid, Spain, making his way through Europe. Though he was fluid in Mexican Spanish, it got him through the country, even if he said a few things wrong and a few idioms flew over his head. The cafe he was working on was merely a means for him to get used to the culture. He still had the card the Doctor had gifted him and it had all the money he could ever want to stay in any fancy hotel, but he preferred to backpack his way and see places through the lives of both the rich and the commoners.

In Spain, when noon came around, there was a very slow change of pace. Many were home having their siestas. Anyone walking around were tourists who weren't aware of the custom. The cafe itself only had three American tourists, the owner, and another employee beside himself.

Once the counter was cleaned, Hunter grabbed the broom and began to sweep around the tables until he heard the infamous Tardis sound ofVworp Vworp Vworp. A huge smile broke out on Hunter's face as he thought of having another adventure with his Misfit Bro and the Doctor. He quickly removed his apron and grabbed his backpack from the back room. He never went anywhere without it since it carried all his essentials. His identifications given to him by UNIT, the credit card given to him by the Doctor, his journals, and a few other trinkets and necessities he's come to know he'll need.

"Oi, Hunter! Where do you think you're going?" his co-worker asked. Now that the Tardis was in range, everyone around him seemed to be speaking English since it was his native language.

He grinned like an idiot as he headed towards the door, "I don't know! And I'm excited!"

Before the door to the cafe closed behind him he heard the owner laugh and his co-worker grumble. He looked around until he spotted the blue box and ran towards it. Ever since arriving to Old Earth, he's become used to being nomadic, but the feeling of running towards the Tardis...towards Stiles and the Doctor, was the closest he's felt like he was going home since his mother's death.

He pulled the door of the Tardis open and panted to catch his breath as he jumped inside. Looking around wildly he expected to be tackled into a group hug but when that didn't happen he frowned.

The Tardis seemed to be rather dark and gloomy. Fear began to etch it's way into his heart as he looked around until his eyes landed on the Doctor. The two hearted alien was standing on the other side of the control console while staring down at something in his hands.

"Doctor?"

Hunter took a step closer towards the man and as he approached he saw that the Doctor was holding a notebook in his hand. Looking around again, he tried to find traces of Stiles.

"I'm sorry...I'm so, so sorry..." the Doctor whispered.

Hunter kept approaching the Doctor slowly, as if approaching a wild and scared animal. When he was close enough Hunter managed to recognize the notebook in the Doctor's hands.

It was the one he had given Stiles before he parted.

He stared at that journal for what seemed like an eternity, but was more like a few minutes, but time stopped making sense a long time ago.

"I tried, you know...to save him." the Doctor said quietly.

Neither of them looked up from the journal in his hands. Stiles's thoughts laid there. His feelings, his troubles, his triumphs, his worries, and everything else.

"Did...did he...was he...hurt?" Hunter shut his eyes. He wasn't sure he wanted details, but at the same time he had to know.

"No...I couldn't save him in this world, so I sent him to another." the Doctor replied quietly. Hunter's eyes snapped open and he dared to look at the Doctor with hope. Maybe they coul- "But he is gone, Hunter. Traveling through Time and Space is one thing. Worlds...it's..." the Doctor was struggling to find his words and that was a first for Hunter to witness. He saw as the Doctor clutched the journal. "I promised...if anything...it's supposed to...but I...I can't...I just...I just can't."

Finally the Doctor looked up and locked eyes with Hunter and the nineteen year old saw the crushed, pained agony in them. On instinct he ran to the Doctor and crushed him into a tight embrace. The Doctor hugged him back, held him tightly as he let out the sorrow he'd been too shocked to feel in that hug. Hunter let out a shaky breath as he rested his chin on the Doctor's shoulder. Neither of them cried. Their shoulders shook and their eyes glistened with the want to cry, but the thing the three of them had shared was that they were tired of crying.

"I know it's not fair...asking this of you out of the blue, but I promised Stiles. But I can't go myself..." the Doctor said as he pulled away.

Hunter nodded as he accepted the journal from the Doctor. They stayed quiet for another moment before the Doctor adjusted his suit jacket and began to punch in the coordinates into the Tardis.

The Tardis shook a bit in it's travel, but something was off this time. It was quieter. More somber. Sad.

When the Tardis stopped Hunter spared the Doctor a brief look before heading towards the doors. When he stepped out the brisk night air brushed against his skin. He was in a backyard. Looking into the house he saw that it was dark and he briefly wondered what time it was. He ignored the time though and approached the back door and knocked as the Tardis dematerialized.

Laura was about to back up out of the drive way when the passenger's seat opened and Peter got in. She turned to glare at him, but he remained unaffected.

"Get out." she said plainly.

"No."

"I'm not driving you anywhere, Peter. Go ask someone else for a ride...or better yet, get your own car!" Laura cried.

"It's not about the car or the ride, dear niece. Your mother has put me in charge of you and Cora and making sure you don't get arrested for stalking the poor chap that's in the hospital." Peter drawled as he inspected his finger nails in a bored fashion.

"I'm not stalking." Laura stated with a heavy pout.

"Do you want me to give you the Oxford Dictionary definition of stalking and see if it pairs up to what you and Cora have been doing the last few days?"

Laura was silent for a moment before letting out a sigh and putting the car back in Park. "I can't sit around and do nothing forever, Peter..."

"It's not forever...the Argents will be out of our hair soon enough. We just have to let your parents handle things." Peter replied calmly.

"Dad's with the lawyers, mom's with the cops, the other adults are taking shifts making sure all that can be salvaged from the house that's supernatural doesn't fall into human hands...trying to figure out how this almost turned into a tragedy...if it wasn't for..." she licked her lips as she tried to find a way to say the words aloud. She's tried to before, but it always got stuck in her throat. Her eyes glistened with tears and she gripped the steering wheel very tight.

"Laura?" Peter called to her, silently coaxing her to continue.

"If...if it hadn't been for that guy...that guy that no one knows!...Peter...almost everyone would be gone! Older and younger siblings, aunts, uncles, my parents...everyone I love would be taken from me...and Derek...and Cora...:I would've become their guardian, Peter!" Laura cried out and this time tears fell, smudging her eye make up. She shook her head and brushed her hair back wildly with her fingers.

Peter's face softened as he reached over and placed a calming hand on her shoulder. She wiped at her eyes with her jacket sleeve and sniffed. "I've been so busy with school and friends and my social life...and mom was training me to become Alpha someday but it was all...in the future, ya know?" she asked as she slumped against her seat. "It was never so real that...that it could happen..."she muttered. She'd gone still, her eyes unfocused as she glanced somewhere far away.

"What the hell was I supposed to do Peter? I could barely take care of myself...forming a pack is one thing, but taking care of my siblings like that? I couldn't...I'd mess them up!"

"No you wouldn't have." Peter argued.

"How would you know!?" Laura cried, eyes flashing gold.

"Because I've seen you. I've grown up with you. Talia chose you out of all your siblings to train because you have the potential to be a great leader...an amazing Alpha. Nothing happened, but had something happened, you would have stepped up to the plate and done everything right." Peter said with conviction.

Laura didn't say anything but stared out in front of her.

"I have to do something. Mom and everyone else are taking care of safety and legal matters...the only thing I can do right now is guard that guy and be there when he wakes up and find out who he is...that's what my instincts are telling me."

"Then...let's head to the hospital." Peter replied.

She looked over with a bit widened eyes, "Really?"

"Beats sitting around here all day...it's really depressing being cooped up all day like actual animals." Peter scoffed, referring to how the whole family has been cramped into an apartment building. They had all the floors, but it was still small compared to what they had. The whole claiming of territory thing was getting annoying for the werewolf.

"Besides...Cora snuck down there again, didn't she? Can't be going solo while Argents are still roaming free."

Laura nodded as she pulled out of the drive way and made way to the hospital.

"What...the...hell..." Laura muttered as she slowed the car to a stop in the hospital's parking lot.

"No idea..." Peter said as he too looked at all the chaos that seemed to happening.

Police cruisers had their lights flashing, crowding the entrance, cops running to and fro, pulling along police dogs.

"He's gone."

Peter and Laura looked over to the outside of Laura's window where Cora stood. Though the two older wolves had a good idea of who she was referring to, Laura asked, "Who?"

"The savior. He's been taken."

"Taken? You sure he just didn't try to run away again?" Laura asked.

"I heard the nurses say they caught someone on camera. Someone they didn't recognize. You heard when the Sheriff said no one was allowed in or him to leave, but she snuck him out through one of the back doors." Cora explained.

Peter and Laura shared a concerned, stressed look. Laura turned back to Cora and said, "Buckle in. We're going for a ride."

Cora nodded and hopped inside. Peter meanwhile sent a text to his sister, alerting her of the new development.

Stiles drifted in and out of conscious with differing levels of pain. Putting pieces together of what the hell was going on was difficult. What he knew was that he wasn't in the hospital anymore. His instincts, that he's developed over the years of traveling with the Doctor, flared and alerted him that something was amiss.

He wasn't able to tell what until he opened his eyes for about half a minute and he saw her.

Anger and contempt held together by harsh discipline waiting to be unleashed on something...someone...him.

"You think you can come in and ruin our lives like that? Have an innocent woman locked up for doing good in this world? Tarnish my family's name, dragging it through the mud...and come out a hero? I will find out what you are...who you are...and then I'll kill you, slowly, and painfully."

Stiles didn't want to fall into unconsciousness with Mrs. Argent glaring down at him while holding a sharp object, he really didn't. But he did. And he wasn't so sure if he wanted to wake up again or not.