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]

"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?"

[sourwolf_hale]

"You work with me. You're a deputy at the station," the sheriff said with a proud smile. "One of my best."

Scott rolled his eyes a little. Of course the sheriff would say that.

[stylin_stiles]

"Yeah?" He cocked his head, running that over through his mind. Sure there was a touch of lame in working for your dad, but he was helping people. On a human level he got to help people. "Yeah...alright I'll accept that. I mean even in high school I solve half your cases anyway," he shrugged with a smug little smile.

[sourwolf_hale]

"You didn't solve everything. Just... the stuff I was in the dark about," the sheriff said. "At least he's still a smart ass."

"He'll never grow out of that," Melissa said, pushing Stiles out of the elevator and down the hallway towards the exit.

[stylin_stiles]

"Riight, that's how I was solving cases for you in elementary school," Stiles smirked, then started thinking. So his dad knew everything, and Melissa knew everything, and he lived with Derek...

"Am I a wolf?" He asked suddenly, turning to Scott.

[sourwolf_hale]

The sheriff pulled his keys from his pocket, rolling his eyes. At least when Stiles got older he wasn't as MUCH of a smart ass. Or maybe he just toned it down around the kid? "Wait here. I'm gonna go get the car," he said as they reached the outside.

"What? No, Stiles. You're not a wolf. You're human," Scott said, giving him a comforting pat on the shoulder. "I'm an alpha though so that's probably new for you."

[stylin_stiles]

"Oh, I mean I just thought cause my dad knew about wolves and I lived with Derek," he shrugged, but shot up at his friend's last comment. "You're a what?!" He snapped, "Scott what the hell did you do?"

[sourwolf_hale]

"Nothing. I didn't do anything. It just happened," Scott tried to explain. "It... sounds wierd when you say it out loud though. I'm a True Alpha. No killing involved."

"Thank god," Melissa said from her place behind Stiles.

[stylin_stiles]

"A true alpha?" He raised an eyebrow, looking up at Melissa for a minute then back to Scott. "That sounds fake..." he mumbled, wondering if it was something he made up to make his mom feel better.

[sourwolf_hale]

"I know it does. But it's not. Derek can explain it better than I can. Apparently it's super rare or whatever," Scott said as he watched the sheriff head to his cruiser.

[stylin_stiles]

"Uh huh," he nodded, still not looking remotely convinced. "Ok so if I'm not a wolf then what the hell am I doing living with Derek? Did my dad throw me out or something?"

[sourwolf_hale]

"No, he didn't throw you out. Derek just... rebuilt the house, you guys got close, and then you moved in with.him once it was done," he simplified. It was an over simplification but it was something.