Stiles awoke, his head throbbing in pain. Murmuring incoherent words and phrases, he rubbed slowly at his head with his left hand. Looking around at his surroundings, he became instantly aware that he was not in a bedroom he recognised.

The room he was in looked new, yet distant of any human life. Slowly sitting up from the bed he was on, he stood up on shaky legs and reached a hand out on the oak door to steady himself. Taking in a deep breath to calm himself, stiles was shocked. Instead of taking in a huge breath of air, this time it was accompanied with strong scents.

The smell of pancakes, and burnt batter. Instantly, his ears started to ache. Staggering backwards he threw his hands up over his ears, trying to block out the high pitched sounds. Amongst the various tones and pitches of noises,he heard something familiar.

"-like pancakes, daddy makes good ones" the voice was familiar, youthful and sweet. It was Amaris' voice. He stood up and threw open the door, still hazy but determined to find his daughter. Following the trails of laughter he staggered down the stairs, making large thumping noises against the wall on the way down.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, his eyes widened in shock. He recognised this house. This was the HaleHouse. As he entered the room where the aroma was wafting from, he looked up at the various faces watching him.

Amongst the sea of familiar faces were the most important. His kids.

"Daddy!" the voices of his son and daughter cried out. Stiles laughed out loud and grabbed them in his arms, allowing them to scent him. What was weird though, was that hewas scentingthemtoo.

As they reluctantly moved away from him, Stiles looked up to the corner of the room where Jason was. Embracing Jasons familiar scent and warmth, stiles held on to him tight.

"I thought you'd died. I don't know what I'd do without you Jace" he whispered honestly, smiling faintly as Jason kissed his forehead.

"Never" Jason promised fiercely, gesturing for Amaris and Lucas to join them. Stiles knelt to the ground, allowing Amaris and Lucas to hold him and nuzzle his neck. Then, something strange happened. Stiles began to nuzzle them back, and felt a strange pain in his teeth. Leaning back slightly, Stiles fondled at the now emerged fangs and looked up in horror to Jason, ignoring the looks from everyone else.

"What's happened to me?" he asked in horror, standing up slowly and backing away from Jason with widened eyes.

"Stiles" Jason looked at him apologetically, "you were dying. We had no choice but to turn you into a werewolf"

"we?" Stiles asked sharply. "tell me you turned me" he pleaded to Jason. "tell me"

Jason opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead, he looked to his left. Stiles followed the movement and found Derek – Stiles shook his head, mouthing soundless words. "no" he said in awe. "no" he repeated again, slapping his hand at Jason's who had reached out to embrace him.

"Im a werewolf, in a pack I don't want to be" he murmured, ignoring the hisses of shock and pain reverberating around the room.

"Stiles"

Stiles continued to stare at the floor in shock. He was a werewolf, something his children was. If he left the pack, he'd be an omega. An omega.Wait. What about his powers? Could he even still-

"Stiles!" He looked up to see Jason bent on his knees before him. "Stiles" he pleaded, "sit down next to me and we can all talk". Stiles nodded in silence, allowing for Jason to pull him to the sofa.

As he sat down on the brown weathered sofa, he clutched Jasons hand tight. Looking up, his eyes first found that of Isaac who was sitting on the opposite sofa looking meek. As he met Stiles eyes he whimpered in pain.

"c'mere pup" he whispered and Isaac ran to him, holding Stiles tight and nuzzling him. Stiles chest rumbled in joy and he kissed Isaac's head. "I missed you" he told Isaac, who whimpered even louder and held Stiles.

Stiles gently pushed Isaac back and smiled at him. "Isaac, pup, I want you to meet three very important people to me. This is Amaris and Lucas, my beautiful children. And this-" he gestured to Jason "is Jason, my best friend and part time lover" Jason smiled sheepishly at the statement. Isaac smiled at Jason and gently hugged the twins who kissed him on the neck.

"So, what do you we need to talk about?" Stiles asked when he had recomposed himself. He looked at the guilt on the eyes of his pack, father and Melissa.

"Stiles" he shut his eyes at the deep, familiar voice of Derek. "well first, you're part of the pack. You cant leave just yet because you need to cement the bond between everyone. And second, my children-" his voice faltered slightly. Stiles looked into his eyes and felt a stab of pain in his heart.

"well" Stiles began, his voice hardened. "Jason and I will buy a flat for us to stay in for a temporary basis. Then, we will bring the children round every day so you can all get to know them. When you have a bond, I am going back to my old home" Stiles ignored the sadness in his fathers and Scotts eyes.

He stood up. "So I guess you all want to talk to me, I will talk to each and every one of you in the soundproof room"

"We don't have one" Allison said in sadness. Stiles sighed. He shut his eyes and pushed out. He felt the minds of Amaris and Lucas. He felt the barriers around their heads and pushed slightly.Can you hear me?

Daddy!

Stiles opened his eyes and smiled. "I don't think that will be a problem" he smirked. Jason cocked his head to the side in blatant question. Stiles clicked his fingers and a flame appeared in his hand.

"I will be in the spare room, who ever wants to speaks to me can come and speak to me" he called out behind him as he walked up the winding stairs within the Hale house.

As Stiles sat on the bed humming to himself, he wondered who the first person through the door would be. He really hoped it wasn't Derek. If it was he was going to-

"son?" well that answered that question.

"Hey" Stiles murmured and stood up awkwardly. He looked at the familiar face of his dad, whose face had aged suddenly, and felt a small spark of guilt. His dad looked at him for one sec and launched himself at Stiles, holding him real tight. Stiles felt the familiar warmth of his father and held on.

"I missed you" his dad whispered, his voice full of pain and barely holding back the tears. "me too"

"Have you been okay Stiles? You know I didn't want you to leave like that. When I received the picture I thought you were dead. My son" he began to cry, and Stiles wiped at his eyes, placing his head in his dads arms.

"I missed you too. A lot. I've been okay, I just thought you didn't want to see me" Stiles told his dad honestly. His dad shook his head, tears running down his face and just pulled Stiles into his arms. As Stiles stood there in silence holding his dad, he felt a little bit of his soul become repaired again.

By the time Derek was the only person left to see, Stiles was exhausted. When he had spoken to Scott, they had argued at first and then broken down in tears and held eachother. Scott had confessed that he had spent more time on Allison rather than Stiles and he had been a bad friend. Stiles had told Scott that he would be willing to see Scot more and repair their friendship. It would take some time, but it would hopefully be good again.

Then he had seen Alison and Melissa together. Melissa had told him that he and her dad had married on Stiles' birthday and had kept his room just the same. She had told Stiles that she was sorry he had left and had tried to help his dad the best she could. Siles had shown his gratitude and thanked her for everything she had done. When speaking to Alison, stiles and her and just talked about his past and what he had been doing for the past five years. Alison had confessed that her and scott were pregnant and due in a few months time.

With Erica and Boyd, Stiles didn't really have anything to say. Sure, he was still angry about what had happened, but he still wanted to get past what had happened and move on – especially if it meant he would have to stay with them and allow his wolf to bond to stop himself from becoming an omega, a feral one at that.

When it was time for Derek to enter, Stiles was overcome with nervousness. Even after all these years, his heart still beated wildly when it came to derek. He sat on the bed and fiddled his thumbs, looking up at every stray sound. When the door finally did open, he was hesitant to look up. When he did, his heart stuttered. Looking deep into dereks eyes which flashed red momentarily, he was reminded of the way he used to feel for derek. Oh who was he kidding?The way he stillfelt for Derek.

"Hi" Derek murmured. Stiles returned the sentiment, smiling impishly at Derek. All these years he had possessed a hot red anger towards the alpha, and now he was here, he was unable to even summon an inch of the anger.

"So I guess we have a lot to talk about. Alone" he emphasised it, cocking his head to the side as if listening to something. Stiles shut his eyes and concentrated, trying to hear what Derek was. He heard the sounds of Alison and Scott ushering everyone out of the house and leaving until Stiles could no longer hear. He waited, trusting Derek to know when they were truly gone.

"So" Derek began, suddenly seeming awkward. "I have a lot to say, so can I just-? Just say my piece" he emphasised, stumbling over the words. Stiles nodded and tried to hold back a smile at Derek's charms.

Derek took a deep breath and began.

"I told you to leave. I hurt you. I made you feel worthless, and it was because that's what I felt I was. I was-am, too damaged for you. I wanted to hurt you so you would leave and do something better, go to a good university like you should've. You was too good a friend to stay for us, so we forced you away"

Stiles eyes widened. He had never anticipated – thought that-

"and it was the worst mistake we had ever made. We lost all contact, the link with you broke. We were broken, I was broken" his voice choked and he took another deep breath.

"When we thought you was dead, the picture of you covered in blood, stomach cut open and face pale I was- I believed. You was dead, as in never coming back. It hurt me. I realised then – well I guess I had always realised. You was my mate Stiles. My mate.I failed you Stiles, I hurt you and let you go and I didn't even deserve you.

And for five years I was broken, heartbroken. I resigned myself to living a life of sadness, a live without you and never wanting anyone else. I'll admit, I did try to move on, but it didn't work. They wasn't you, as much as I wanted them to be.

So when I realised you was alive, I felt- I felt Stiles. And then I realised we had children, two beautiful children that look so much like you and me. The best of us. And I realised what we had missed. A happy life, where you got to do what you wanted and where we raised our kids. I regret it. I ruined it, I ruined us Stiles" Derek's voice broke and he looked so completely broken that Stiles felt unable to breathe truly.

"I don't, I mean-" Stiles didn't know how to speak. He didn't even know what he wanted to say. He had –"spent five years angry at you. Angry because you took my friends and family. You used me and made me feel worthless" Stiles realised simultaneously that he was speaking everything he was thinking, and that he was panting from it.

"I loved you. I loved you Derek. I truly did and- and you broke me completely. Took everything I had, what I loved. And then I realised I had a part of you. Two beautiful babies that I wished you could see, raise with me. It hurt. Beign pregnant without you, my mate.

I knew you was mine, but you never wanted me. I spent months in pain without you, begging for your voice or your scent. Clutching onto the only clothing I had of you, holding it tight and sleeping with it until your scent faded. I needed you"Stiles cried out, tears falling down his eyes.

"I needed you!" he cried, allowing Derek to embrace him. Nuzzling his head into Derek's neck, tears still falling. "I needed you and you wasn't there. I was with strangers, people I didn't know! All I wanted to do was be with you! The one I loved! And you didn't love me!"

"Stiles, I did- I do!"

"its too late. Too late. I needed you and you was never there for me when I really needed you. I was alone, with two children that hurt because they reminded me of you. I would look at my son and hear your words, and my heart would break.Or I would see the fire in Amaris' eyes, and it hurt. Or Lucas's inability to control himself, and I would remember all the times I spent calming you. It hurt Derek! And I don't think I could ever forgive you!"

Derek's face was full of sorrow, but more importantly, it was full of understanding.

"I understand stiles. My life without you hurt, it was impossible. But youre not dead, youre here. And I will make this right, as much as I can" Derek vows, holding onto Stiles' hand and looking into his eyes.

"You're it for me" he swore, and Stiles could hear the truth in his words. "you and the kids are all I want or need. I swear to you that I will be here for you, as long as you need"

"I will always love you Derek, but I don't know if I can forgive you or – or anything, right now"

"I understand" and if the sincerity emanating from his words meant anything, he truly did. "I will wait for you"

Stiles cried softly. Derek's faced grimaced in pain and kissed his neck up to his cheek, slowly brushing away the tear.

His lips brushed Stiles, soft, slightly chapped. Stiles kissed back tenderly. It felt romantic.

But more than that, it felt like a beginning.