Amnesia

[stylin_stiles]

Stiles groaned as he slowly moved in his head, his head pounding like he'd been beaten with a two-by-four. He winced when he felt light shinning down on him, too bright for how his room usually was. "What the hell?" he grumbled, blinking until his eyes finally adjusted enough to see bright light shinning down on him. He jumped, quickly sitting up in bed...a bed that was a lot smaller than his and had rails on either side. He suddenly heard the beeps of all the machines behind him, hooked up to him. What the hell? He tried to remember being in some kind of accident, but last thing he could recall was just going to bed like any other school night.

He looked around the room but found himself alone. He pulled back the covers, pulling out the wires that were taped to his body with a slight wince. "Hello?" he asked, voice gruff from lack of use and lack of water. He slowly got to his feet, finding himself a little lightheaded as he went into the hallway. "Hello?"

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[stylin_stiles]

"I'm ok," he insisted, trying to wave his dad off. "I'm ok, I just wanna get outta here. I just.." he just wanted this to be a dream. He wanted to shut his eyes and wake back up in bed. He couldn't help perking up when Lydia's name was mentioned. So Derek and Lydia were friends. "She who? Erica?"

[sourwolf_hale]

Derek took a deep breath. "No. Not Erica. Erica... she died a while ago," Derek said softly, pulling his car keys from his pocket instead of going to Stiles' side to help him.

"Things are different, Stiles," The sheriff said gently, standing close.

[stylin_stiles]

Stiles winced, ok...he screwed up. "Hey Derek," he took a shaky step closer. "I didn't know, I...well obviously I don't know, I just-" he sighed heavily, giving the wolf a softer look than he had since he woke up. "I'm really sorry about Erica."

[sourwolf_hale]

Derek looked up as Stiles, fighting back the urge to pull Stiles close and hug him tight. His chest ached and it killed him that his husband didn't know him anymore. Not really. "It's okay, Stiles. It was a long time ago."

[stylin_stiles]

"I'm still sorry," he mumbled, and he'd had to go bringing it up. He felt the question on the tip of his tongue, to ask about Boyd and Isaac, but decided not to. "Ok...well I should go home before I go bringing up any other horrible tragedies."

[sourwolf_hale]

"Deaton said he'd look into things so hopefully you'll get your memories back soon," Derek said. He looked to the sheriff. "I'm going to try to get out of there before you get there."

Last thing he needed was their daughter throwing a fit because daddy doesn't recognize her.

The sheriff nodded as Melissa went to get a wheelchair for Stiles. "He's gonna find out eventually."

"Eventually can be later," Derek said.

[stylin_stiles]

"Find out what?" he demanded, sharp eyes fixated on his dad and...Derek Hale, who was still standing around for some reason. Well if their pack's were combined, he guessed that made Derek alpha? So maybe he was just keeping an eye on the injured member, that was kinda nice.

[sourwolf_hale]

"The reason why you're not living with Scott or your dad," Derek said keeping his eyes off of Stiles for the most part. He looked up to the sheriff. "I'll give you a text when we leave. Dont... don't give him his phone."

The sheriff nodded as Derek headed out, Scott went to snag Stiles' phone from the side table where it was plugged in.

[stylin_stiles]

"Wait, what?" He snapped, but Derek just left the room. "No way, you can't just say that and not tell me what's going on, you know it'll drive me crazy," he begged his dad, letting out an angry shout when Scott suddenly grabbed his phone. "Seriously? You too? Gimme my phone, Scott. It's mine."

[sourwolf_hale]

"Look, Derek doesn't have a bad idea. It might... give you a heart attack," Scott said with a little shrug, handing his phone over to The sheriff.

"I know you're gonna try to figure this whole thing out and... knowing you, you probably will before we can stop you so just, take a breath and relax okay," the sheriff said, pocketing the phone.

[stylin_stiles]

"Yeah, I will figure it out, so maybe we can have an actually conversation instead of you guys keeping me in the dark!" He huffed seeing Scott hand over his phone to his dad. "Well it's good to see how much trust I have to look forward to in my twenties."

[sourwolf_hale]

"Stiles it's not about trusting you. It's about... protecting someone. You wouldn't understand and we're not expecting you to," the sheriff said, letting out a soft sigh. "And trust me. Normal you wouldn't want... normal you would want to keep them safe too."

[stylin_stiles]

Stiles raised a hand, not making eye contact with his dad or Scott. "I think I'm done talking, thanks. I just wanna get out of here, just get Deaton to fix this so I can stop being a bother."

[sourwolf_hale]

"You're not being a bother," the sheriff said as Melissa brought in a wheel chair for Stiles. "But we'll get you home and comfy and we'll have Deaton figure this out quick, okay?"

[stylin_stiles]

"I don't need a wheelchair," he insisted, managing to get to his feet again but he was a little shaky. "Do I at least still have my car? Or is that something you can't tell me because it might be more than I can handle?

[sourwolf_hale]

"You still have the jeep. Im pretty sure it's at your houservice though. I can have Derek bring it back if you want," the sheriff said with a frown. "Just get it the chair, okay? I don't need you falling over and konking your head again. Please?"

[stylin_stiles]

"Why not? Maybe I'll wake up back in bed.::or maybe I'll be thirty," he grumbled, but gave in and sat down in the chair. He didn't feel kinda dizzy, not that he was about to admit it.

[sourwolf_hale]

"Cause I don't wanna explain it to Derek. So thank you for sitting," the sheriff said, Melissa moving to push Stiles out the door and down to the elevator.

"You just gotta take it wasy, okay sweetheart," Melissa offered as she pushed him.

[stylin_stiles]

Stiles stopped, glaring up at his dad. What the hell did Derek do to them. "You never have anything you need to explain to Derek fucking Hale. I don't care what's changed now, that still stands." He was confused and angry and his head was killing him, so he just sat back and let Melissa push him.

[sourwolf_hale]

Scott just chuckled. "I forgot how angry you used to be at him."

Melissa just rolled her eyes and led the men to the elevator that would lead them down to the car. Well... the patrol car the sheriff had. "Scott. Don't start anything."

[stylin_stiles]

Stiles glared at the guy his best friend had turned into. "Yeah? I remember when you used to hate him WAY more than I did. It was yesterday," he huffed, running his hands trough his hair again. "Could somebody get me like a razor or something? I don't like this.." he pulled on the hair.

[sourwolf_hale]

"Your hair? Honey no. We're not gonna cut your hair," Melissa said as she pulled Stiles into the elevator with the other two following. "I know it's confusing right now but you'll get all your memories back soon. Let's not make any drastic decisions."

[stylin_stiles]

"Yeah but I kept my hair like that on purpose, I liked it that way. Why would I love something one way for years then change my mind?" He argued, "future me is still me, I won't care."

[sourwolf_hale]

"Well, obviously future you grew it out for a reason, right? And had since about... what senior year," Melissa asked, looking over to the sheriff.

The sheriff disagreed, shaking his head. "Junior."

"See? Even longer," Melissa said as they rode the elevator to the bottom floor.

[stylin_stiles]

"Yeah well...sophomore me thinks junior me is an idiot," he muttered, at this point clearly just pouting about anything. "Do I get to know what I do for a living? Or is that also classified?"