(Derek POV)

I find myself sitting in the train cars surrounded by my remaining pack. I don't remember coming back here but they're all here, waiting to see what I do. It's Isaac, Peter, newly wolf Jackson and Lydia. Everyone's still in a state of disbelief by what happened, me more so than anyone. I can't believe I allowed myself to be in this position again. For the second time in my life someone I chose to trust betrayed me. I should've expected Scott to; he's dating a Argent after all, but Stiles. I never thought Stiles would do anything like this. Isaac's whimpering and Peter's growling snaps me out of my thoughts, I was about to ask him what was wrong but then I smelled them. Erica and Boyd. I thought they were gone but I can hear them walking up to train car. I get up and tell Isaac to stay inside before I head out to meet them. I know he wants to see them; he missed them as much as I did, but I need to see for myself that they're here and they want to come back; to come home.

When I get outside I can smell the pain and hurt that's pouring off of them. They walk towards me with their heads down both in submission and embarrassment. I wait for them to speak first, I don't trust my voice at this point. Erica starts, "We're sorry we ran, but we we're scared. We want to come back, if you'll let us." To my surprise Boyd speaks up next. "We understand now that we have to stick together. Please Derek." I listened to their hearts and know that they're not lying. I step back and stretch my arm towards the train car letting them know that they can come back. They head inside both stopping briefly in front of me baring their necks.

Once we get inside we fill them in on what happened; on Scott and Stiles' betrayal. I was expecting Erica to get angry at Stiles knowing she trusted Stiles like I did, but I wasn't expecting was for her to stick up for him. "Stiles didn't helping Scott, he couldn't have been." she said looking towards Boyd who just nodded his agreement with her. "Please, Stilinski has always followed Scott around. How could he not have been working with him and Gerard?" Jackson growled. I looked towards Erica and Boyd awaiting their answer. Boyd grabbed Erica's hand and squeezed nodding to her before she looked up at us and spoke. "When…when we left Gerard kidnapped us and held us in the basement at the Argent's house. He tortured us for a long time before he left. When he came back, he brought Stiles with him." Erica said her voice cracking at the end. And what? When did Gerard take Stiles? She took a deep breath before continuing. "He was unconscious at first but when he came to we asked him what happened. He said that Gerard took him from the lacrosse field. Gerard tortured him just like he did us until Chris came and let us go." Isaac and surprisingly Peter and Jackson are whimpering at hearing that Stiles was beaten and tortured, even Lydia is tearing up. Knowing now that Stiles was tortured because of me, because of the pack and he didn't help Scott gives me a sense of pride. It makes me feel as though I made the right decision trusting Stiles and that we need to make sure that he knows that he's pack.

After scenting everyone I sent them home to rest since they all had school the next day. I made sure to tell them not to bother Stiles tonight so that he has time to rest and heal a little. I don't want to overwhelm him with everything that has happened recently.

(Stiles POV)

I slowly start to come awake at hearing whispering in my room. It's been four days since the whole show down with Gerard and I'm still sore from everything. As if that isn't enough but I had to deal with the fact that my supposed best friend was working with the man that kidnapped and tortured me, Erica and Boyd. I hope that they're ok. I wonder if they went back to Derek's. I wonder if Derek's ok; and what about Isaac? Ugh. Focus Stiles. I haven't taken my ADHD medicine in a few days and I'd skipped school, so my mind was all over the place. Now what was I thinking about. Oh! Right, the voices whispering in my room. I open my eyes and sit up to look around. I was shocked to see Isaac and Jackson in my room staring back at me. "Uhh, hi guys. What's going on?" I asked. I wasn't sure what they were doing here. Isaac and I haven't exactly gotten along and Jackson pretty much hates my guts so why were they in my room. "I don't hate you; you're just kind of annoying sometimes." Jackson said. So, apparently I was thinking out loud. "Yeah, you are." Isaac chuckled as he replied. "Ok, so what are you guys doing here?" I asked rolling my eyes. "You haven't been to school in a few days and you weren't answering your phone. The pack was worried about you so we came to check on you and tell you that there's a pack meeting today." Why were they here telling me about a pack meeting? I'm not pack; am I? I guess they must have noticed that I was confused about their reasoning for telling me this because Jackson let out an exasperated sigh. "And you're pack; meaning you need to come to the meeting with us. So, get up and shower so we can go. We'll be downstairs with your dad." He grabbed Isaac by the shoulders gently pushing him towards my bedroom door. If I thought I was confused before I'm definitely confused now.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes I bounded down stairs and said quick goodbye to my dad before Jackson and Isaac were pulling out of the house and into Jackson's Porsche. The ride over to the abandoned train station was extremely quiet, which is strange for me. But given the circumstances I didn't want to take any chances at pissing Jackson off. Instead I let myself get lost in my thoughts which turned out to be a bad idea. I started wondering why Derek wanted me at the pack meeting considering what Scott did to him and the pack. By the time we pulled up to the train station I was absolutely sure that Derek had them bring me out here to kill me. I mean it's not a secret that none of them particularly like me so why else would I be here. I feel Jackson shaking my shoulder and yelling my name. I noticed that we were sitting outside the train station and that Isaac and Jackson were staring at me. I wonder how long they were calling my name. Oh well. I gave them a small smile and said sorry before moving to get out of the car. I started to walk up the walk way towards the entrance, mentally preparing myself for the verbal and possibly physically assault from Derek.

I had barely walked into the train car before something slammed into me. I automatically assumed that Derek has once again slammed me into a wall, but then I realize that it's Erica. Erica! I quickly wrap my arms around her and squeeze as hard as my bruised and beaten body would allow me to. When we finally pull apart Boyd has walked over to where we were standing; he then comes over and gives me a side-bro hug that I eagerly return. I've got tears in my eyes, I'm so happy to see that their alive and that they came back to Derek.
Are you ok, Stiles?" Erica asks me, noticing that I'm crying. I nod my head, "I'm just glad to see you guys are ok and that you're back." She gives me another quick hug before leading me over to where everyone else was sitting, presumably waiting for Derek.

Sitting down on the couch I was surprised to see Peter there; I was even more so shocked that he came over and sat down next to me. "Hello, Stiles. How are your injuries?" he asked me and from what I could tell he was being genuine in his asking. "Hi, Peter. It's ok, not too bad." I answered cautiously; just because he was being nice now didn't mean I forgot everything that he's done in the past. He must sense this because he turns towards me on the couch. "Stiles, I know that you have absolutely no reason to trust me, but I can help with the pain if you let me."

I stare at him for a minute. Who is this man? Maybe coming back to life broke the bout of insanity that he had. Even though I have reservations about trusting him the pain in my ribs makes me take a chance. I nod towards him and he slowly raises his hands and puts them on my arm and I instantly feel a lot better, I look down at his hands and see dark black veins running up his arms. "What is that? What are you doing?" I ask him. "I'm taking some of your pain. It's something that we can do with pack members to help the healing process." Oh. "Oh, well thanks Peter. I appreciate it." I said and I did. Peter gave me a small smile and continued to leach my pain until the black veins disappeared. He gave me a small squeeze on my shoulder before settling back into the couch beside me. Erica and Boyd came over and took the seat next to me and Isaac and Jackson sat on the floor leaning against my legs. And for the first time since the whole Gerard incident I felt safe and content.

We all sat around for a bit talking; Jackson and Isaac were catching me up on school and Erica and Boyd were telling us what they told their parents about where they had been. They apparently made up the story that they just ran away to be together but they missed their families and decided to come home. Jackson and Lydia were still going strong and Isaac said that school has been pretty much the same. Thankfully no one mentioned Scott. I don't know if they didn't mention him for my sake or not but either way it was much appreciated.