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Scott's whole scent bloomed with happiness when he came through the door of the pack house and a smile marked the joy which had overcome the boy even more so. Still, it took a few minutes for any of the pack to ask the normally happy boy why he was so incredibly joyful on a random Sunday morning. 

Erica looked up after the scent had hit her nose and almost had to scrunch her nose to bare the scent. It was overpowering still after baring her teeth at the wolf who sheepishly toned down his scent she asked, "What's got you so happy?"

Everyone around the house paused slightly as they had all felt the overjoy of their pack mate although most were grouped in the living room where Scott had made his way into. Scott grinned wider if possible and answered with so much excitement in his voice, "Stiles is coming for a visit!"

Lydia from her place on the loveseat beside Erica raised an eyebrow, "Stiles?"

Scott nodded still grinning ear to ear, "You know from middle school?"

Jackson lifted his head from Lydia's stomach, "Who?"

Scott shook his head fondly, "There was this kid that came to Beacon for like a year in middle school and we became best friends anyway after he moved away, we kept in contact, and he asked if he could come visit so of course I said yes!" 

Surprisingly it was Isaac, Scott's self-proclaimed best friend, who stood with his arms crossed. "So, some stranger who you haven't seen since you were like 12 is coming to visit you and you no questions asked said yes?"

"Of course," Scott smiled then almost dismissively continued, "It's Stiles, or well Mischief, but he said I could still call him Stiles so." Scott shrugged like there was nothing concerning in his statement. "Besides he isn't a stranger and I have seen him since I was 12."

There were so many problems with what Scott had just said but Lydia did what she did best; prioritize, Lydia took a deep breath, "Where is he going to stay?" Her eyes locked sharply on her friend.

Scott shrugged, "I said he could stay with me." His scent was still filled with a happiness that Lydia almost felt bad for having to break.

All the pack members scrunched their faces knowing that Scott often stayed at the pack house. Lydia taking another deep breath, "So you and a random friend of yours are going to stay in the pack house? Because I hate to tell you, but Derek might have a problem with that."

Scott frowned and the happiness dripped slightly from his scent, "I didn't think about that, but Stiles will be here soon, and we can see how it goes before making any final decisions."

Erica asked carefully, "What do you mean soon?" 

Scott flushed, "Well I have been trying to keep it a secret as a surprise because I figured you all would remember him, so he'll be here in like an hour?" Scott's hand went to the back of his head as he bashfully rubbed the back of his head.

All the other supernatural's sighed and Isaac shook his head and just mumbled, "Scott."

Scott remembered the first time he had met Stiles, they had been in the comic bookstore that had long since shut down, but when they were 12 and 13 had been striving. Scott had been deciding between the new Superman and the new Batman when a buzz-headed kid about his age had popped up beside him with a toothy grin, "You should get Batman because Superman sucks."

Scott had jumped reaching for his inhaler before seeing it wasn't Jackson or anyone of the other bullies that often haunted him. Still gathering what courage, he could and hoping he wouldn't get beaten into the ground by the kid Scott shook his head, "Well that settles it I got to get Superman then."

Stiles had looked at him slightly dumbfounded before laughing with a bright grin, "Okay Superboy but I'm going to stick with the Batman comics. You can stick with the man that was once in his own tighty not quite whites."

Scott fired back, "I seem to remember a certain Boy Wonder who wasn't much better. 

Stiles grinned wider, "I think you might just either be the love of my life or my worst enemy, mari." 

Scott noticed a hint of an accent reach his new friend's words, and a smile curled at his lips it was cute after all. "Lovers or enemies hu? And what was the last word?"

Stiles smiled something a little bit teasing found its way on his lips, "Yeah and I guess you'll just have to find out."

Scott grinned and knew that his boy was about ready to stir his life up. He saw his mom out of the corner of his eye and rushed up to her grinning, "Hey mom this is my new friend." 

He turned back to the boy and Stiles smiled even wider, "It's Stiles, madam."

From that moment forward the two were connected at the hip until it was Stile's time to leave, but still letters were sent, then phone calls, and finally emails and texts. Hell during breaks Stiles still found a way to visit Scott even if it was just for a few hours. 

While Stiles, really Mischief, couldn't read minds like his pere's boss, Charles Xavier, nor could he predict the future like some of the other mutants in the world, he knew that Scott was going to be someone important in his life. Now he didn't know if he would be like Sabretooth was to his parrain, Wolverine, or like his pere was to his dad. Only time would tell, but he hoped the boy would end up being his better half, not his worst. 

Barely an hour later, the pack could hear a car pulling into the driveway, the gravel crunching under its tires. Scott stood up from where he had slumped onto the couch after being given the talking to of his life and rushed out the door to see the baby blue jeep, he just knew Stiles drove. It was just quirky enough to be the other boys plus Stiles said it reminded him of his parrain or godfather Logan's jeep.

The rest of the pack rushed behind him to see the boy whom Scott was seemingly willing to risk their lives for, after all, they didn't know if this was a hunter or something worse. The fear among the other pack members was almost a tangible thing. Derek was probably the worst; he stood at the back of the group and was actively glaring at the beta. 

When the jeep came to a stop Scott rushed from the porch to meet the boy just steps away from the jeep. They grinned at each other, both seeing each other in person for the first time in what seemed like forever. Stiles, just a few inches taller than Scott, reached and grabbed, pulled him into a kiss that mashed their grins together. Pulling back after a long few seconds Stiles whispered in his accented words, "Lovers or enemies, mari."

Scott rolled his eyes his cheeks pink, "I wish you would just tell me what that means."

Stiles teased softly the two still within their own bubble while the pack watched steps away in shock and dumbfounded, "Where is the fun in that?"

Lydia breaking the bubble barked at Scott, "A French boy really Scott?"

Stiles snorted and shook his head while Scott rolled his eyes staying faced towards his boyfriend, "Not French, Lydia." 

He finally turned towards the pack keeping an arm around Stiles talking softly into the boy's ear, "Ignore her she thinks she knows everything."

Stiles nodded nuzzling into Scott's chin as they walked towards the rest of the pack which had at the point gathered onto the porch. Stiles without pulling away from Scott turned to the pack with a smile, "Hey, I'm Mischief, but you can call me Stiles. I've heard a lot about you from Scott."

Lydia rolled her eyes while Isaac crossed his arms, eyeing the slightly older boy, "And we have heard absolutely nothing about you."

Stiles only shrugged a soft smile slightly a little too knowing crossed his features. Scott looked over at his boyfriend before turning to his alpha, "So can Stiles stay?"

Derek looked at the younger man carefully, a tense line to his shoulders he flared his nose and took in the scent around Stiles before grunting, "For now." The boy's scent was that of earth, lavender with just a slightly metallic tang. 

Scott grinned, pressing a fast kiss to Stile's cheek and yelling out, "Yes! You won't regret this, Derek!" If his arm wasn't around Stiles, the beta would have fist pumped. 

Stiles raised an eyebrow at his love, "And I'm assuming you didn't tell them about me coming."

Scott gave Stiles and the pack a goofy grin, "Of course I told them."

Erica grinned teeth sharp like the wolf she was, "Yeah only an hour before you pulled in."

Stiles turned to the boy he had proclaimed as his lover or enemy all those years ago with a look of slight disappointment although there was still much love in his gaze, "Really? An hour? We have been planning this for months."

Scott at least looked a little sheepish, "Well I thought they would remember you and it would be a good surprise. I mean I can't seem to forget the time you gave Jackson a swirly after he took my inhaler in gym class."

Jackson from his place on the porch narrowed his eyes, "Wait that was you? I remember that! I wanted to beat the ever-living shit out of you."

"Of course, it was that's why I was so surprised when Scotty said you two had become friends if I remember right, you two would have killed each other back in the day if you could of," Stiles said with a glint in his eye. He still had an arm around Scott while the wolf had taken to scent marking his neck. It wasn't something the pack expected Stiles to accept so causally with him not being in the know as far as they were concerned.

Jackson flushed red at Stiles' comments while Lydia eyed Scott closely. It was odd for her to see Scott get so close to someone; after all, they had known him as the friend who was always single. Maybe that wasn't as true as they had been led to believe.

Scott rolled his eyes at Jackson and Lydia's looks before pulling Stiles up onto the porch, "Come on I'll show you around."

Stiles grinned with love struck eyes, "Okay mari."

Scott snorted grumbling about nicknames but was still grinning as he pulled Stiles deeper in the house. The rest of the pack could hear Scott excitedly telling Stiles about all the different rooms. Finally, the fear lessened. While it wasn't gone after all there was still a lot they didn't know about Stiles. It helped that he had been so calm with Scott portraying his more wolflike features and had been confirmed to be from Beacon Hills. 

Dinner went much the same way as the boys came out of Scott's room, red kissed lips and messy hair, they remained attached at the hip. Stiles was willing to joke with members of the pack but seemed to take a backseat for the meal watching interacts. Derek who was often quiet during meals just enjoying the presence of the pack shared a small smile with the young man. He could see Stiles joining the fold although it would take time.

After dinner was done and most of the wolves had headed in for a movie Stiles pulled away from Scott and with a small smile shrugged, "I'm going to go call home before they send parrain Logan looking for me or worse." (Godfather)

Scott snorted, "Who could be worse?"

Stiles gave him a straight look before snorting, "Nenaine Bella Donna." (Godmother)

Scott raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend, "You aren't worried about your uncles?"

"Nah, they wouldn't embarrass me that way well maybe mon oncle Alex, but nah," Stiles shrugged. The other wolves could hear the accent come and go from some of his words. Stiles seemed to do his best to keep his words accented like someone from California, but clearly, he had influence from other regions. It seemed to come out the most when he was comfortable. 

Scott pressed a quick kiss into his cheek, "Well tell your pere (father) I said hi."

Stiles teased, "Maybe I'm calling dad."

Scott shot him a look although it was fully fond, "You always talk more with an accent when you're going to talk to your pere than your dad. Besides you said you were going to call home and I know you said your dad was at work in Florida at the moment. I pay attention."

Stiles smiled fondly at the boy who had stolen his heart, "I know you do." He pressed a kiss to Scott's lips before turning to head outside.

Scott made his way into the living room shooting the pack a look that had them actually turn on the movie. As much as they would like to forget it Scott was Derek's second and while he was fun, goofy, and kind of a mess at times he had a backbone. Derek nodded from his place and Scott settled in beside his best friend. 

Still, if the wolves strained, they could hear Stiles talking softly on the phone. His heartbeat was even, and he seemed relaxed. Looking over at Scott, they could tell just how much calmer the boy was. He always seemed laidback, but with Stiles around, he seemed to have a quicker tongue. There were times during dinner when he would fire back at something Stiles said, and the two would laugh. It was never a fight like the pack was expecting. It was good to see their friend happy.

Stiles called his dad first despite what he and Scott talked about; he always called both or all three of his homes. His dad might have been in Florida taking down the baddies or his pere who was actually in New Orleans with his pawpaw for once instead of New York with the X-Men, but they were his home. His home wasn't New Orleans; it couldn't be after losing a year there, but the people who made his life worth living. He couldn't remember now when Scott had become one of those people.

Stiles loved his dad, Spencer Reid, who most would want to consider his mother, a mutant with the ability to carry children although being biologically male, an empath, who could control electricity like the Summers he was, even teleport through electric lines. His eyes were like tv fuzz where the normal colors like brown or blue should have been. His dad had him when he was 17, having only dated his pere, who was barely 19, for two years, and well, Stiles and he were close. His dad works away with the FBI but always found his way home for his son. His pere always said Stiles got his brain from his dad because he just picked up on stuff, and one of their favorite activities was reading together. That's why it wasn't a surprise to Stiles when his father quoted a few lines from their current book of choice to him before hanging up the phone. Never one for goodbyes.

Now his pere, on the other hand, was so much different than his father. There were so many words to describe Remy LeBeau, but Stiles found that his pere didn't need fancy words to describe him; he just was. Remy worked for the X-Men and the Thieves Guild although he always made time for his husband and son. He had his charm, charge, and red devilish eyes. He was morally grey and taught Stiles to be the same. Talking to Remy was something Stiles always enjoyed because when he didn't have the words his father did. So, after wishing his pere and pawpaw goodnight he was ready to face the pack again. 

The pack, over the next few days, settled into having Stiles in the house and in their lives. Although they didn't often see him besides at dinner or when Scott was around the house. When Scott worked, the young man often went to work in a small café on his laptop or explore the different shops and sights the small town had to offer. He stayed out of the other wolves' way, and if he knew they were following him he never let them know it. 

At dinner, a day when Stiles had stayed at the café for a whole eight hours while Scott worked, Derek cleared his throat, effectively quieting the pack. He turned to Stiles with a hard look in his eye. Scott held his breath hoping his boyfriend hadn't done something to upset the alpha. Instead, Derek gave the young man a soft look after a long moment, "You don't have to go to the café every day to do your work we have a perfectly fine library in the house where no one will bother you."

Stiles shifted slightly, looking over the alpha with sharper eyes than they expected, "Scott mentioned that you would all prefer if I stayed away from the house since you prefer not to have guests." He said it in a manner that said he had thought about the statement a lot. Like the words weren't new to his mouth.

Derek and the other members of the pack sent Scott a look. It gave Derek a weird feeling in his stomach to know that his second was willing to upset his lover over the comfort of the pack. Hell, a statement like that was straight up unwelcoming. Still Derek sighed, "The library is there if you want it." It was clear the man would say no more.

An awkward silence fell over the pack for a long moment before Lydia turned to Stiles a smile etched carefully crossed her features, "So what do you do on your laptop all day?"

Stiles gave Scott a look that the pack couldn't even begin to describe before turning back to Lydia. His body language was open, carefully so, "It is kind of hard to explain the whole process of how this happened without getting into my family's history, but I work for mon nenaine business."

Scott rolled his eyes as he turned to Stiles, "Your always so humble about this part," he then turned back to the pack, "He helps run the business and his family is training him to take over one day."

"It isn't important," Stiles said softly to Scott. Stiles still wasn't really to tell his lover's pack about the work he did with the Assassin and Thieves' Guilds. Sure, he worked with the X-Men doing research for their missions, but the morally grey area of his life was more prominent. He was being trained to take over for the Assassins one day in place of Bella Donna. His pawpaw was the leader of the Thieves, and he grew up training with both. 

The other boy turned to him sharply, "Of course it is. It's why we met after all." The pack watched the interaction, hearing Scott's sharp tone and the second of silence before Stiles nodded. Stiles would never forget why he had to change his name and had no contact with his parents for that year. Sure, it led him to meet Scott, something he would never regret, but he was 13 years old and forced away from his family. An assassin came with him posing as his father; after all, he was very much put into witness protection New Orlean's Guild styles. His nenaine's own brother out to kill him for uniting the guilds by being Bella Donna's godson and heir. 

Erica was taking in the scene something in her excited to see the confrontation. "So, no college for Stiles then," She teased.

The boy quirked an eyebrow at her, "As if my dad and pere would ever let me get away with that. No, I have my bachelor's in business and criminal justice. I'm still studying a little bit of this and that though."

Scott snorted and Stiles rolled his eyes. Lydia asked looking over the two, "What's so funny?"

Stiles just rolled his eyes again as Scott giggled through laughter, "Stile's dad and pere have this speech that when Stiles first told them he didn't want to go to college they gave him and it's just really funny. I don't know how many times we were video chatting and I heard it."

"Still gives me frissons," Stiles mumbled. Scott rubbed his cheek against the other boys and the pack quickly turned away from the couple. There was something too intimate about watching Scott scent mark the other boy. (Goosebumps)

The direction of the conversation pulled back to the pack mostly: Scott's work with the animals at the clinic, Lydia's research within the mathematical field, Erica's classes, and Issacs's work at the library. It wasn't until later in the night did the pack realized that Stiles never told them what he did for work.  

Stiles was only meant to stay two weeks with Scott; they found out when their pack member whined about Stiles leaving in a week. He had been with them for a full seven days, and they could count on the one hand the things they knew about him; sure, he spent most of his time with Scott, but if the two were to stay together, then he would have to become part of the pack. Lydia, of course, brought her concerns to their emotionally stunned alpha. After rolling his eyes, Derek agreed what they needed was some pack bonding after all the little shit was growing on him and seemed to make his second happy. 

Lydia knew that Derek tried, but when she told him she wanted pack bonding so they could know Stiles better she had expected something else, but what did he come up with? A picnic. Derek was kind of smug about the whole thing, after all what could go wrong at a picnic? It was simple and fun plus something his family did all the time when he was still a pup. 

It started off simply, and Lydia had a plan; she had talked to Erica and Isaac before; after all, they were both curious about Stiles as well. They each had a few questions to ask him to draw out information and if he refused to answer then well, they had enough claws between them that they would come out one way or the other. 

Stiles and Scott sat close together, and even from afar, you could tell they were a couple. It was cute, but not what Lydia was after today. No, she came for answers and maybe some of those finger sandwiches she made Derek make after he told her what he had come up with. She was meant to start, but Erica, with a grin that just spoke of trouble, spit a watermelon seed at him before asking in a sly tone, "So Stiles where are you from again?"

Stiles grabbed Scott's arm gasping, "That gros bête, she spit a watermelon seed at me!" (big stupid or big fool)

Erica grinned wider, "See what I mean you say the funniest things, Stiles." Lydia felt just ticked that Erica had already thrown out her plan, but she had a point. Stiles could be good at hiding his accent, especially when they pointed out, but he was just caught in the act and would have to explain.

Scott rolled his eyes and seemed a little annoyed at what Erica had said, "Stiles doesn't say things funny and he's from New Orleans don't act like it's some big secret." His words had a finality to them that they hadn't heard before. Perhaps it made more sense why Derek had made him his second instead of someone like Erica or Lydia.

Still Lydia pushed on, "So Stiles is from New Orleans then why did he come up here for a year?"

Scott's eyebrows arched, and he looked like he was going to snap at the girl when Stiles started to speak; his voice was tired, "I come from an old family who lives by old rules. Another family lives the same, but they had never gotten along, so my pawpaw, my pere's father, proposed a marriage between the two families, his son and their daughter. This made some mad, others happy." He paused for a second settling his eyes with Lydia's some sharp in them, before continuing, "It wasn't meant to be, though instead, my pere met my dad, and they married. This broke this old contract, but in place, a promise for their firstborn was made. Bella Donna, the one my pere was meant to marry, didn't want him, but she did need an heir, so when I was born, they made me her godson. It unifies the two families, but it forced her brother to no longer be in the running for the head of the family or the family business, so when he learns of my existence when I was 13, he comes after me. My family wanted to keep me safe so they sent me here, to a town where he would never look with a guardian."

He leaned back into Scott before his voice took on a deeper tone, something almost grave, "I spent a year away from my family, everything I ever knew, was given a different name, and I made the best of it."

The pack was silent for the next few long moments before Isaac asked, "So you were in Witness Protection when you came here?"

Stiles shrugged, "Of a sort."

Lydia's mind was spinning, taking in the young man's body language as well as the words he had just spoken. So many questions ran through her mind. His family gave him to another in place of an old contract? What was his real name? What happened to the one who was literally hunting him? She chooses the easiest question for the ones that ran through her mind, "So what is your real name?" Her voice was soft but firm.

Stiles gave a look to Scott before answering a roguish grin overtook his features at the question, "When I came to live here in Beacon Hills, I was given the name Stiles Stilinski, but my name is Mischief Jacque Reid-LeBeau. I speak many languages, but what you heard the most is the patois, Cajun French."

Scott from over Stiles's shoulder flashed his eyes at the pack, "Anymore questions or are we going to enjoy the picnic?"

Not all of Lydia's questions were answered, but it was a start. She guessed claws weren't needed for today. She looked over her pack Boyd, and Erica cuddled close, Isaac talking with Derek, a calm smile overtaking his features, Jackson had Ethan crossed his lap feeding him little sandwiches, and finally, she looked over to Scott who was talking softly with Stiles. The evening carried on until a stillness overtook the forest. She looked at her Alpha and he nodded before rushing the others to pack up. Time for a pack meeting.

In the rush of things, Lydia isn't sure what is said, but over the course of the next few days, Stiles is pushed to the wayside. Meetings and patrols are set up for the pack to follow. Even Peter is at the pack house. When over the course of the next three days nothing comes up and the rogues are suspected of using magic, Dr. Deacon is contacted to come. 

Lydia can't help but curse the vet when he shows up to the one meeting Stiles insists on coming too. The doctor's eyes are sharp as he looks over the pack and Lydia is already cringing at his vague words. What she wasn't expecting was for his eyes to latch onto Stiles and spill hate, "I wasn't told one of your kind would be here."

Stiles stood arms crossed a dark look crossed his face and his hand came up to his chest in an exaggerated movement something Scott had seen Stiles's pere do, "Excuse moi?"

Deacon glared, "I don't work with mutants."

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Every single one of us could be considered mutants after all, every human being's genes have changed over time to better fit their environment. Some people are single-generation mutants, but we are still humans."

"So, then these lovely people know what you are and what you can do?" Deacon bared his teeth like the wolves he swore to protect.

Stiles stepped forward before Scott put his hand on his shoulder, "Listen here you bon de rien couillion, I came to offer some help, but if you don't want it then just forget it." He gestured to the pack before turning on his heel and walking way. (Good for nothing fool or stupid)

Derek spoke softly keeping an eye on Dr. Deacon, "What help did Stiles want to offer?"

Scott's eyes didn't move from the doctor, "His godfather is a really good tracker and Stiles overheard that we have been having some problems with wild wolves on the property so he thought maybe if we wanted Logan could come down and help."

Derek nodded, turning to the doctor quickly asking the questions he needed to, and if the doctor's voice annoyed him a little more than it had ever before, then that was between him and the moon, but damn that doctor was literally the worst. 

The pack had to wait some time before Stiles made his way back to the house so long in fact that Scott had started to pace. Erica asked her voice soft, "What are you so worried about?"

Scott shook his head at her, "Look you guys are just getting to know Stiles but he wanted to tell you in his own time."

"About being a mutant?" Lydia asked sharply, "With perhaps dangerous powers? I wonder why we would be upset? What can he read our minds? Leak toxic waste? What Scott can your pretty little boyfriend do that he hid from all of us?"

Scott stopped and turned to her, his eyes filling with rage, "I don't know Lydia it's not like you told him you can literally scream so loud that you can blow someone's head off or predict death? Or that Jackson can literally turn into a lizard that can paralyze someone. Or that any of the rest of us turn into werewolves with claws or fangs. How is that for secrets? And no Lydia Stiles can't read your mind and it is considered rude to do so without asking."

What the beta said didn't stop Lydia instead, she spit out, "How would you even know that? Did Stiles tell you? He won't even tell us what his job is. I can't imagine what other secrets he has been keeping." 

Scott stepped forward words ready on his tongue when Derek moved between the two his voice was low, "That is enough." He looked over Scott carefully, "Are Stiles abilities dangerous?"

Scott stepped back, taking a deep breath, "I guess they could be if he wanted them to be, but he wouldn't hurt us. He just wanted to take time to get to know you guys before he told everything about himself. Sometimes it doesn't dawn on him that you guys don't just know things about him either." He looked at Derek, his heartbeat steady, "Stiles is it for me and look there are things about him you aren't going to like, but he's good."

Derek nodded, "Okay I trust you." He did trust Scott and while it had taken a few years to get there that trust was strong now and Scott's heartbeat was true.

Scott nodded back a small smile climbing onto his face, "Thank you."

"That's it?" Lydia asked sharply.

Derek turned to her, "Yes that's it."

Isacc from where he had been sitting watching all of this go down asked quietly, "You know Stiles better than the rest of us so where does he go when he is mad at his parents or whatever?" 

Scott turned towards his best friend, talking slowly thinking, "Stiles likes quiet. He talks about this clearing he goes to when he gets overwhelmed near his house. I won't tell you everything, but his abilities are based off energy sometime just getting away from all the energy of others helps him reset."

Erica offered a smile, "Well lucky for us we have the best noses around and a whole forest where your boy might have gone to cool off."

Jackson got up grabbing his shoes heading for the door, "Well are you coming or what McCall? There are still rogues out there and I would hate to see them eat him."

"What?" Scott asked almost dumbfounded.

Boyd rolled his eyes, "We are going to get your boy whether you are coming or not. Don't want him to think we are all bigots now."

Scott made eye contact with Lydia, and although her shoulders were still tense and her face unhappy, she sighed, grabbing her sensible shoes, "I guess I'll never get my answers if he is dead."

Scott grinned at his pack as they all got ready to follow his boyfriend's trail. The woods were large, and Stiles did a pretty good job hiding his trail, but the pack was able to track him down after about an hour of looking. 

They found him lying in the middle of a clear on the top of the stump that had haunted all of the pack's dreams at one point. The clearing seemed to buzz with energy. With a nod, Derek sent Scott forward. Scott made his way over until he was practically standing over the older boy softly, he said, "Hey babe, the doc left now if you want to come back."

Stiles spoke softly, but still in a range the wolves and Lydia could hear, "This stump has bothered me since I got here. So much bad energy, so much hate, and fear."

Scott took a seat beside him, "How does it feel now?"

"I made it let it all go," Stiles paused, "It seems happier now. Calmer."

"That's good," Scott said laying his head on Stiles's shoulder. He then asks softly, "Will you come back with me."

Stiles's face pulled up into a smirk, "Maybe."

"Please Mischief," Scott whined softly, but playfully.

Stiles sat up for the first time, "Only for you Scotty, mon mari." Stiles stood looking over at the pack, a hard look coming over his face.

Scott grabbed his arm, pulling him close until their eyes met, "Look they don't care. They helped me come find you and yes, they are going to have some questions, but if it gets too much, we will stop it, okay?"

Stiles nodded, pulling Scott in for a firm kiss. When Stiles got close after he and Scott broke their kiss, they noticed for the first time Stiles's eyes weren't a whiskey brown. No, the whites of his eyes were black, while the iris was like tv static. He quirked an eyebrow noticing their stares, "If you think my eyes are crazy wait until y'all see my oncle Scott's."

"Were your parents surprised?" Isacc asked almost caustically. 

Stiles snorted, "My dad is a biologically male mutant who has the ability to bear children, among other things and my pere or father is also a mutant. Also, the eyes are a family trait. My dad has tv static for his irises while my pere's sclera is black and his irises are red. So probably not."

Isacc gave him a smile and Stiles winked. Scott threw his arm around his boyfriend kissing his temple. Erica gave a wicked smile before asking the question that has been drumming through all of their minds, "So what are your powers? Super strength? Laser beams?"

Stiles laughed, "Although laser beams also run in my family. I'm kind of hard to explain. So, my parents both have forms of energy manipulation as well as empathy, so my powers are both. I sense the energy, both potential and kinetic, that objects or people have and understand, for lack of a better word, the vibe they are giving off. I also can change that energy. I also am kind of a feral with sharper senses and a few other physical aspects, but we believe that is because I am from a second or third generation family."

"So could you change our feelings for you?" Lydia eyeing the young man.

Stiles paused, thinking for a few moments, "Technically I could, but often it is difficult to change emotions or feelings toward someone." He quirked his face into a sideways grin, "Besides it doesn't go very far for gaining the trust of my mari's family."

Jackson walked calmly beside them, taking in for the most part. He had changed a lot from high school; not the first one to speak anymore also not quite as cocky, "What does that mean?"

"The first time I ever met Scott, he was this super mouthy and just amazing kid. I was scared and alone away from my family. I can't predict the future, but I knew that he would be in mine, so I claimed we would be lifetime enemies or the love of my life. Having parents who literally were willing to piss off two of the most powerful families in the South for their love for each other, showing up married and with a baby days before the arranged wedding and who are still so in love 20-some years later made me a bit of a romantic, so I had hoped for the love of my life. Mari means husband and it is something that I have been calling Scott since that first day. It's no secret between us what it means either, but Scott and I joke because it took him learning some Cajun French for me to tell him," Stiles said softly, although in a tone that those around him could hear. 

Jackson said softly, "That's sweet. Thank you for telling me." His words were sincere and those who truly knew him knew they weren't really as out of character as they might have seemed.

Derek looked over at the boy who was slowly becoming a part of his pack. "One last question," he said gently, "How long have you known about us being werewolves and other supernatural?"

Stiles grinned, "Derek, I come from the deep south where superstitions are a part of everyday life. I knew that first day when Scott called me panicking about being bitten by a loup in the woods. The fact that you are loup garou doesn't bother me any more than my being a mutant bothers you. Besides me and Scotty don't keep secrets." He then turned and muzzled into said boyfriend. (wolf and werewolf)

Lydia wanted to be angry about Scott telling Stiles about them being supernatural, but during his time with them, it was something that he never mentioned, even when they were being unfair to him. 

Once they got back to the house, they each went their own way to settle into their beds for the night; the omega's to be worried about tomorrow for the safety of their beds is what they needed for the night. It was a quiet night filled with thoughts of what they had learned. 

The next morning came earlier than any of them would have hoped and after a pot of coffee or two was gone and breakfast eaten Derek asked Stiles, "What about that person you said would help us?"

Stiles smiled his eyes no longer hidden they could also see his sharper canine teeth and ears, "Mon parrain Logan is a feral with amazing hearing, smell, and sight if anyone can find your rogue loup garou it would be him."

"How quickly can he be here?" Derek asked looking over the young man.

Stiles smiled a grin well-fitting of the name Mischief, "Depends on how fast you want him here. He can jet, drive, portal if Kurt is willing, or whatever."

Derek grunted, "How about tomorrow?"

Stiles shrugged, "He'll probably want to stay and catch a ride with me back to Pawpaw's if that's alright? It will only be a day."

Derek nodded, and Stiles stood to go make the call. It was then that it dawned on them how soon their new packmate would be leaving them to go back. Stiles came back within a few minutes a faint smile on his lips, "He'll come."

"Short conversation," Erica snarked.

Stiles rolled his eyes and teased, "He isn't one for unneeded words. That is why I understand Derek so well." The truth was while Scott was at work in the last week Derek and Stiles often found themselves alone in the library together. Derek loved the quiet to read, and Stiles needed a place to read or work. After Stiles would finish his work, they would talk about books. It was how Derek had learned to trust the young man as he spoke about books, his father, and of course, Scott. It was how he knew Stiles would find a place in their pack. 

Although he rolled his eyes as well, Derek gave the young man a small smile. And Scott was just glad his boyfriend and alpha had a friendship forming after all if he told Stiles everything Stiles did the same to him.

Surprisingly it was Lydia that asked, "You really have to go so soon?"

Stiles nodded, "I have to continue to learn about the business and move up the ranks I can't do all of that here. But I'll be back. I can't go without seeing Scott forever you know?"

Boyd asked sipping on his coffee, "Can you tell us what you do? It's been bugging us not to know."

Stiles paused thinking it over, "I'm not sure if you will like what I do or not to be frank."

"So," Lydia said, "It is better than us not knowing and thinking the worst."

Stiles sighed, and Scott said quietly, "You don't have to say anything you don't want to." His voice was firm and held a warning tone for the rest of the pack. Stiles shook his head although he ran a hand gently down his lover's face.

"I was born into the Guild of Thieves a community built long before this town was even named to do just as their name said, but there was always another Guild that opposed them. This being the Assassin's Guild. Instead of always fighting, there was this idea to unite the two, so I became the heir of the Assassins. I've started out as anyone coming into it and training as a child, but I've also had to train with the Thieves. I won't go into the specifics of my job, but that's who and what I work for," Stiles said steadily, meeting their eyes.

"And will one day lead," Scott said from behind him.

Stiles nodded, "Although I am also connected to the X-Men and do research for them about their missions and maybe I dabble in some secret stuff for the government." He smiled leaning back into Scott.

Erica asked excited, "The X-Men?"

Stiles snorted, "My oncles, parrain, and pere are a part of the X-Men."

Lydia quirked an eyebrow at him, "Very impressive, but the government?"

Stiles's grin widened, "My dad works within the FBI and happens to be a genius so he has a couple of friends who I might have overheard some state secrets being discussed with and maybe I found a way to solve their problems, but that's all I can say."

Lydia noticed for the first time the imposing picture Stiles and Scott made, and maybe it was just learning what skills Stiles had, but she could see what made him the future leader of something called the Assassin's Guild. His back was against Scott's chest, but she wasn't so easily fooled and could see he was ready for anything. It was slightly startling that the black-and-white thinker that Scott could be, was okay with his boyfriend most likely killing people, but love was a funny thing. Perhaps honesty too.

Stiles was a good sport throughout the day, answering questions honestly and even showing them his powers at work. The pack was amazed as he bent a tree or made a can blow up, but as the day went on, they noticed his eyes, still shocking to see, lingering on Scott. It was Isaac's soft voice who said, "Why don't you guys head out I know Stiles is leaving in a couple of days and you haven't had all the much time together these last few with the rogues running around."

Scott grinned, grabbing Stiles, "Come on let's go before they change their minds."

"Okay, mari," Stiles answered softly following the boy off.

Derek turned and nodded to his beta. Isaac nodded back a smile pulling at his lips. Scott was Isaac's best friend, and he only wished his friend happiness; if Stiles was that source of happiness, then so be it.

Erica asked, "How will him being a part of our pack work with his other responsibilities?"

Lydia inquired. "Do we even want him as part of our pack knowing what he does for work?"

Derek sighed, "In a pack, there is always someone who is the left hand like Scott is my second or right hand. The right hand is often remarked as the co-leader and helps guide through difficult decisions. A left hand takes out threats that might harm the pack, although they offer guidance as well. His role as an assassin or leader of them does nothing to change my opinion of him being in our pack. We all have roles in life that is just his. As for him being so far away, the truth is this pack can move in a few years closer; Stiles could move here if he wanted or was able, or he and Scott travel back and forth. Pack makes it work." Derek knew there was still so much he needed to teach his pack about the lives of wolves, but this was a start. 

Isaac nodded a smile growing over his features, "I like that," he nodded. "Pack makes it work."

Derek nodded a soft smile growing over his features as he took in the pack members around him. They had all grown so much from high school, where he had found them. Now they were becoming strong independent people but, most of all, a part of his family. 

Scott and Stiles stayed gone most of the day, and when they came back, both of their hairs were a mess, and a hickie could be seen peeking out of Stiles's shirt, but more so than anything, they both seemed happier, lighter. The tension of Stiles keeping a lid on what and who he was wasn't there any longer, and Scott seemed proud to show off his dangerous boyfriend. 

Stiles grinned as Derek rolled his eyes as they came in, and the younger man exclaimed with a roguish grin, "What we went and saw a movie?"

Erica snorted, "And how much of that movie did you see?"

Lydia watched the interaction without adding much. Stiles joked back, a grin always on his features and an open posture to him. It was weird to see his eyes as almost whiskey brown after the last few days of them being so different, but she could understand why in a small-minded down like the one they were from why he would need to hide them away. She looked at Scott, who was as he always seemed to be now at Stiles' back, a smug grin across his features and his arms crossed. He was proud of the mark he had left on Stiles, and she could see more so how their relationship fit. Stiles was outspoken and clearly a leader when he needed to be, but Scott was his support to his back, not that the older boy needed the it, but wanted it.

The conversation had moved on since Lydia had begun her thoughts, and everyone was pulling away to head to bed, after all, Stiles' godfather would be there tomorrow, and he would leave the day after. He pulled herself up and after pressing a gentle kiss to her alpha cheek she turned to head off to her room as well. 

Derek gently grabbed her arm. "It's going to be okay," he said softly.

She turned back and said his features; they were calm and soft, "I know, but it's hard with him keeping so many secrets."

Derek sighed and if his features could have gotten softer, they would have, "I know, but sometime just sometimes you just have to trust."

"Come from you?" She almost rolled her eyes but refrained when she saw the alpha's features.

"Yeah, from me," he said softly, turning to walk to his own room. He paused at the doorway, "Get to know him and I think you two could be great friends." He didn't wait for her to say anything more as he turned to walk away leaving Lydia with her thoughts and an empty room. 

The morning came quickly, and the pack was anxious to meet Stiles's godfather who was part of the famed X-Men.

Erica while shoving toast in her mouth asked, "Will we know him?"

Stiles quirked an eyebrow, "I doubt you know him but recognize him perhaps." He turned to Scott shooting him a look which made Scott snort before turning back to flipping bacon on the stove.

It wasn't a few minutes later with Erica's questions still filling the kitchen did a blue poof appear in the living room before disappearing again leaving a man with a gruffy beard and hair that peaked on either side of his head did the questions stop. In fact, all movement stopped.

Stiles smiled widely, standing to hug the man, "I'm surprised that worked!" The gruff man that most of the pack knew as Wolverine grabbed the boy tightly. 

Erica shouted too loudly while shaking coffee still in her hand, "Your uncle is Wolverine?" 

Stiles shook his head, "No, Logan is my parrain or godfather." Said man snorted but didn't say anything in reply as he looked over the individuals standing in front of him.

Jackson asked tiredly leaning against Ethan, "What's the difference?"

Logan chuckled, "They trust me to take care of him if his pops' ever kicked the bucket."

Stiles shrugged, "Maybe oncle Scott, but definitely not oncle Alex."

"So, what's the plan," Derek asked, eyes locked on the feral. He knew some about the X-Men and even idolized Wolverine when he was a teenager. It was strange to be confronted with the fact that those people with strange and magic powers were just people. A person with a godson, who was standing in front of him after having been teleported into his kitchen. 

Logan grinned sharply showing the sharp teeth he had, "Now we got to get a tracking and find your lost little sheep." He cuffed his godson behind the ear pulling him with him. 

Scott stood quickly looking back at his pack, "Well you are coming or what?"

The pack felt like fools by how quickly Logan found the omegas but as if scenting their embarrassment he shrugged, "My nose ain't fooled by all the magic and hoodoo bullshit." 

Stiles grinned, having kept step by step with his parrain and when the pack looked at him, he shrugged, "I don't have the nose he's got but I know how to keep up."

When the two stayed back, Derek looked at them for a long moment before nodding his pack forward. Erica claws and fangs out asked looking back at Stiles, "Why aren't they coming?"

Derek shrugged a hint of a smile overtaking his features, "They don't think we need their help."

Besides the use of magic, the omegas were easy to chase off or kill. Some were just too far gone, and madness had overtaken them. Their deaths were a mercy, and the pack knew it even if they were still coming to terms with what it meant to have to protect their land with everything they had. 

The walk to the packhouse was long and they were tired. Scott slumped onto Stiles's shoulder with a bit of blood on his face. The pack, even knowing Stiles's profession, expected him to cringe or back away but he simply cleaned it off and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek. Logan eyed the two but seemed happy to sit on the couch watching the Golden Girls with a beer in his head. 

When Lydia turned her head and nodded to the remote, Stiles shook his head and Logan let out a growl the pack hadn't expected. Stiles just rolled his eyes with a small smile on his lips. 

The rest of the day the pack stayed together. It hadn't felt good to have to kill those crazed werewolves after all that could have been them if they hadn't gotten so lucky.

Boyd asked in his calm way, "How do you do it?" He looked over at Logan and Stiles.

Logan shrugged, "I'm a fightin' man, and the way I see you have to find what is worth fightin' for." The older man, although how much older no one could be sure, looked at him for a long moment before Boyd nodded. He turned, looking at Stiles.

Stiles smiled a hint of softness to his expression, "I grew up with people who would be considered heroes, villains, and just about anything in between, but one thing I learned from them all is that I have to always consider my choices. Perhaps my morals are just gray, but sometimes you have to make a choice, and sometimes that choice results in others' deaths. You protected your town, your pack, and your family today, and that seems worth it to me."

Boyd nodded, taking in the young man's words before turning back to his girlfriend, running his fingers through her hair. "Some things are worth it," he said softly almost silently. 

That night the pack knew this would be their last with Stiles for a while, so while giving him time and space with his godfather and Scott, they still stayed close. And as he headed off to bed in Scott's room, the pack noticed that the feelings of fear they once held for the young man had left, and hope remained.  Hope that he will one day join their pack and stay beside their second. 

He left early that next morning and much like when they had first seen him with Scott. Stiles or Mischief really held his face and pulled him into a long kiss. His godfather sat in the driver's seat of the car and rolled his eyes. 

Stiles whispered as he always did, "Lovers or enemies, mari."

Scott shook his head looking over his pack with a bright smile that was slightly crooked, but mostly smug, "No I don't think that true."

Stiles pulled back, slightly confused by the smug and teasing energy coming off his boyfriend, "What do you mean?" 

Scott just smiled wider, "I think true lovers are fit enough."

Stiles pressed his forehead against Scott's and grinned a goofy love-struck smile, "Okay, mari, mais oui."

Logan, although sorrow across his face, yelled, "Come on Kit we don't have all day, the swamp rat and your pawpaw is waiting on us."

Stiles pulled away longing on his face. He looked over at the pack and nodded. Derek nodded back swearing to protect his second until Stiles's came back. 

It took a moment for the pack to realize that Stiles was gone as quickly as he came. Unlike before now, they knew there was another member of their pack out there getting into all kinds of trouble, and they might not know all his secrets, but they would miss him. And if they noticed for the first time just a little more how lonely Scott was without his other half, well then maybe there would be more puppy piles and pack bonding in his future at least until Stiles came back or they went to him. After they had all just gotten a little taste of the mischief that would become part of their lives.