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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[sourwolf_hale]

Everyone froze a just watched Stiles for a moment. Melissa was the one to speak up first. "Nobody put a wig on you, honey. Not you gotta answer me a few questions and they might seem funny. But how old are you?"

Derek didnt like this. He could tell my the sheriff's scent that he was just as freaked out as he was.

[stylin_stiles]

"I didn't...I mean I didn't think you actually would?" he frowned, shrinking back in bed at the weird ass looks on everyone's faces. "How old...oh! This is where you ask me like who's president and things like that to check for brain damage?" he nodded, "cool. Just turned sixteen."

[sourwolf_hale]

The room stayed silent for a few seconds, watching Stiles and trying to figure out what the hell they were gonna do. Scott looked confused. Melissa and the sheriff both looked concerned.

But Derek... he wore the expression somewhere between heartbroken and horrified. What the hell was he going to do? He ran a hand over his beard, trying to figure out the next step. "We need to call Deaton," he whispered to the sheriff.

"Okay.. now tell me who's president and what year it is," Melissa continued.

[stylin_stiles]

"Nixon?" he asked, looking around realizing all his smiling friends suddenly looked like they were at a funeral. "Obama, it's 2012...am I dead? Why is everyone looking at me like I'm dead?"

[sourwolf_hale]

"You're not dead, honey. We're just a little worried because it's 2018," Melissa said, sitting on the edge of his bed. "And you're 22. Not 16."

Scott looked back to Derek who looked like someone just shot his puppy in front of him. Stiles wouldn't remember anything about their life. Nothing. The sheriff patted Derek's shoulder as the older werewolf leave the room to call Deaton.

[stylin_stiles]

"I..." he blinked a few times, trying to wrap his mind around what he'd just been told. "But that's...ok I get it, pick on the coma guy. Real nice. C'mon that's not..I mean...Dad?" he looked to the sheriff, eyes wide with fear and panic.

[sourwolf_hale]

"We're not picking on you, Stiles. It's the truth," the sheriff said, stepping closer to his poor confused son. "But we're gonna get you fixed. Derek's calling Deaton right now. See if that thing that knocked you out could have done anything like this."

[stylin_stiles]

"Well I mean yeah, clearly I have like freakin brain trauma or something...which a veterinarian couldn't help much with," he shot Scott a look, not sure how to explain what was happening.

[sourwolf_hale]

"All your scans came back normal," Melissa said.

Scott sat down in the chair that Derek had occupied before Stiles woke up. "They know about everything, Stiles. It's okay. Right now you just gotta stay calm."

[stylin_stiles]

"Wait they know everything? Like.../everything/ everything?" He shook his head, running a hand over his face when he felt whiskers over his chin. He pulled his hand back as if it had been burned. He put down a shaking hand, staring up at his dad. "Can I just go home now? Please?"

[sourwolf_hale]

Scott couldn't even imagine what it would be like for Stiles. Or Derek...

"Sure. We can go back to my place if you want. Might... might be better for him," the sheriff said, looking over to Melissa for a moment.

She nodded. "I'll get the discharge papers." The papers that Derek would need to sign.

[stylin_stiles]

"Your place," he frowned, lowering his head as he felt the room starting to spin. "Right b-because I'm 22 and don't live with my dad anymore. I'm.." his voice cracked but he tried to shake it off. "Sorry, sorry it's fine. I can go to our place," he nodded to Scott, assuming they were roommates like they always planned.

[sourwolf_hale]

Scott glanced around the room. "Sorry Stiles... we don't live together. You uh... you live with Derek," Scott said, not knowing how else to put it.

Melissa took that as her questions to exit so she could get the papers for Derek to sign.

Speaking of, Derek stepped back in as Melissa left, putting his phone back in his pocket.

[stylin_stiles]

"Wait, what?" he started laughing, starting to come back to the idea that this was somehow an insanely elaborate joke. "I live with Derek....did we both loose some kind of insane bet? Do I have to live in an abandoned subway?"

[sourwolf_hale]

Derek frowned over at his husband, who now barely knew him. "We live in a house," he said softly, the greys in his beard showing how much time has passed.

"And it's really pretty. And big," Scott said, trying to help. But then he thought. He liked back to Derek, wide eyed. "Wait he doesn't know about..."

"Scott," the older wolf warned. "He's had enough surprises for one day."

[stylin_stiles]

"Doesn't know about what?" he frowned, looking between the two as the wheels in his mind started turning. "Ok...so let me make a few predictions here. Clearly you two made up so I guess you're all one pack? Scott lives with Allison and what...the rest of the pack has one big place or something? Us and the rest of pack leather jacket? I'm assuming it's only until Lydia and I get married, I'll just assume we're at the engagement stage right now," he offered a lopsided smile.

[sourwolf_hale]

Derek smelled the change in Scott before he saw it. Allison. He didn't know about Allison either. Or their being married. Everything hurt and nether wolf knew what to say.

"How about we stop with the assumptions right now, kiddo," the sheriff said, stepping closer to the bed. "Lots of stuff isn't the way you thought it would be when you were a kid."

Melissa came back with the release papers, handing the clipboard to Derek who just looked totally lost. "Just at the bottom of these three, okay?"

Derek just nodded.

[stylin_stiles]

"Yeah...clearly," he grumbled, eyeing Derek who took the clipboard from Melissa, his dad should be signing those. "Look let's just go..can I go now?" he started to stand up, pausing for a moment when he felt dizzy. "Wow," he swayed a little.

[sourwolf_hale]

Derek looked up from the clipboard, taking a step forward to help Stiles but the sheriff got there first.

"Easy. Easy," he said, making sre Stiles was steady on his feet. Derek just stood back and finished signing the papers. "Let's just go slow, okay?"

"Are you taking him to your place," Derek asked, handing the signed papers back to Melissa.

"Yeah I think so," he answered.

"I'll go get her from Lydia, then. Take her back home," Derek said.

[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.