Theres terrible weather in the state and surrounding states and over 70 tornadoes and flash flooding. Its all gone but the flooding. Yeah. We managed to dodge a lot of the rain when we went out for mothers day. Anyways! I'm terribly sorry for the long absence. Nothing much happens in this chapter though.

It had taken a while to get the Sheriff to calm down before they started to explain everything from the beginning. Derek and the others apologized about what had happened to Stiles, Derek especially.

"So you're telling me that my son took down an alpha from a kick," John said.

"Well, he kicked Derek—" Scott started, but was cut off by Derek, who hissed at him.

"Scott," Derek said. "Shut up."

John looked between the two and had got the point. Would it be wrong for him to be happy for Stiles to have cheap shot the guy? At least he knew how to effectively take someone down.

"Anyways, the last thing I remember was Allison and Chris saving Stiles and I. After I knew we were safe, I passed out," Derek explained. He was honestly truly grateful for those two to have followed him that day. If they hadn't— Derek shuddered. He didn't want to think about what could've happened.

John nodded at Derek and then turned his attention towards Erica and Boyd, both of who seemed to be sore. "You two, explain."

"Sir, the only thing I remember is one minute, Erica was trying to calm Stiles down and I walked over to check on if anything was wrong. The next, I find myself through the door and on the ground," Boyd explained to the man.

"It was about the same. I was holding him one minute, the next I was across the room," Erica said. She looked at Stiles. "Stiles was in the same spot though." Scott look confused for a moment.

"So you're saying he did that?" Scott asked her. She shrugged.

"What other explanation is there?" Boyd said. "Are you sure that pill didn't have something in it to make Stiles…well..." Boyd gestured with a hand waving in the air. Derek just shook his head.

"She gave us both the same, but Stiles should have been knocked out," Derek answered Boyd.

"Stiles was getting sleepy on the ride back," Allison spoke up. Everyone glanced over to her. "I could tell he was trying to ignore the sleepiness that was creeping up on him, but he didn't fall asleep at all. He kept talking, even though I couldn't tell what he was murmuring about."

"He sleep talks." Both John and Scott said at the same time. They glanced at each other with a smirk.

"We could just call Deaton and ask him to check him?" Erica said. She casted a tense and worried look over to Stiles in his dad's arms. He was drooling just a bit, head tucked in the crook of John's arms. Stiles had a death grip on his dad's shirt.

"I think we should wait for Stiles to wake up so he can tell us what happened. I kind of feel bad for making Deaton run back and forth, especially with him dealing with all the witches' things at the moment," Scott said. Derek raised an eyebrow before nodding.

"Scott has a good idea. In the mean time—" Derek turned his head and looked over to the unknown man who wore his clothes. His eyes flashed red, demanding to know the unknown being that had no particular smell, other than Derek's because of the clothes and all. The man felt eyes stare at him and looked on over to Derek. He swallowed nervously before nodding at him. His eyes flashed a bright yellow orange.

"Jordan Parrish, I'm the sheriff's new deputy. I was held captive for a while and was rescued by Scott. I'm sorry for intruding in your home and borrowing some clothes." He winced. "I'll return them to you as soon as I find where my things are."

"It's impounded. I already had a few officers go by and pick it up for you," John said to Parrish. He nodded at him and thanked the man.

"Why did she take you?" Derek asked, straight to the point.

"Uh, she said I was a phoenix and that she needed me for something. I didn't know what for though." Hearing what Parrish was made Derek's eyebrows shot up.

Phoenixes in general were rare. Just for being what they are, everybody of the supernatural knows of their existence. They kept to themselves for a reason, and finding one so young was also rare. Derek remembered his mother teaching him and his siblings about supernatural creatures, going over the Arabian myths. She said she never in her life had met one. Her mother, Derek's grandmother, had met a phoenix once, and it was to save his mom's life. They were on great terms and the gift from the phoenix was special. It was one of the reasons why his grandmother had always held her daughter in such a bright light. She was proud of her, and raised her to be one of the greatest alphas in the nation.

For him to wind up being here, must be a sign of some sort. One that will keep Derek on edge for a while.

Derek didn't know a thing about Phoenixes and their kind. How their power works. He can't ask anyone else, for it might risk Parrish's life. Derek sighed, rubbing fingers across his forehead.

"You should definitely get some rest before I start explaining everything to you. I assume Scott told you he was a werewolf already." Derek glared at the young werewolf. Parrish nodded. "It goes deeper than just being a werewolf. You can take a guest room here and tomorrow morning we can start, if that's alright with you."

"Thank you."

Derek led Parrish up the stairs, and into one of the extra bedrooms that Jackson and Lydia used sometimes if they bunked at his place. It's clean, and rarely used. Derek bid him a good rest of the day and closed the door on the sleepy young deputy. He trudged back downstairs and went into the living area where the others were at. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

"How long will he stay like this?" the sheriff asked quietly as Stiles was fast asleep. He rubbed small little circles on Stiles' back.

"We don't know," Derek answered. "It's a direct spell, so it may or may not wear off. Everyone is doing their best to try and find a solution to get him back to normal."

"Is he…?" John was almost too afraid to ask. "What about his head?" Scott smiled.

"He remembers. His mind is still the Stiles we know, its just…well…you know…" Scott gestured to Stiles' tiny sleeping figure. "He's tiny."

John was confused for a moment. "If he's still mentally himself, then why'd he cry and acted his physical age?"

"Actually, it was a problem that's starting to happened. I asked Deaton—sorry Derek, if it had anything to do with Stiles' wellbeing then I had to—about it and he said to try and keep Stiles doing what his real age is. Deaton said we needed to be careful on this, since it's a fragile spell. We need to go at it carefully and not too quickly."

"Scott, from the way you're saying this it's almost as if he's going to be like this for a while," John sighed. Scott hadn't say anything, just biting his lip as he glanced at Derek and the sheriff.

"That's what I said too. I just hope we can find anything as we clear out the place. Isaac and Jackson are over there now helping Deaton."

"Scott are you telling me he's going to be stuck like this?!" John asked Scott alarmingly.

"No, no! Not stuck forever! Just for a little bit while we figure things out carefully!"

"Oh my god." John leaned back into the sofa chair he was in. "Were you planning on looking after him and not telling me at all until you found a cure?" John asked. Everyone sort of nodded. "What about College, Scott? He was planning to go in the fall. If it's as you said, he's not going to be able to go this year."

"At least we walked already?" Scott said, hopping it would ease the man. It didn't. "Sorry. I kinda forgot about College."

"I mean, you guys can still go, no problem. Stiles can't. Even with online courses, he still has to appear for major tests." John looked at the kids, who looked down in guilt. "I'm sure you all had your few days of fun, but this is reality. Stiles' life had just been re-winded. He can't go out in Beacon Hills or else someone will recognize him and he surely can't spend forever trapped inside. If he runs out of his medication, he's going to have to return to the doctor for another prescription. I don't know if he can keep taking the ones he has now or go for a smaller dosage. What happens if you can't find a cure? What then? He's going to have to go through life again? In secret if he stays here?" John ranted out. He saw the kids' expression. They clearly hadn't thought of anything ahead.

He closed his eyes, breathing in and out until he calmed down. He can't deal with this alone right now. He slowly moved towards his pocket and grabbed his cell phone out, dialing a familiar number.

"Hey, yeah it's me. You think you can come over to the hale house before your shift? Yeah, sorta urgent. Great I'll see you soon. Bye." John hung up and stuck the phone back in his pocket. He noticed Scott's confused expression. "That was your mother, by the way."

Scott closed his eyes, before resting it in the palms of his hands.

"She's going to ground me."

"Scott, you're eighteen." Erica reminded him.

"She's going to ground me."

The sheriff knows now! Next is Melissa!