"Wow," Deaton breathed out in amazement as he gazed at Derek's teenage body. We had driven back to Beacon Hills with his sleeping figure looming on me in the back. I was still stuck on the fact that the only thing he said was my name. 

Yes, it's odd that Derek is somehow like, our age again, but the fact that he said my name over anything and everything he could have said when we pulled him out of the wall, was still eating away at my mind. 

Stiles glanced at Deaton, "Wow? Wow as in ''I've seen this before and I know exactly what to do,'' kind of wow? Cause that's the kind of wow we're hoping for." 

"I think you might be overestimating my abilities," Deaton stated as his eyes flickered over to Stiles. 

Derek's hand was clutching mine tightly, but apart from that the rest of his body was completely still. I didn't want to pull my hand away in fear that it might wake him up and cause him to go on a slight rampage. 

"Uh, he's cold... like, we're talking colder than me when I wake up in the morning, which if you didn't know, is really freaking cold." I mumbled as I took in the non-amused glances my pack was giving me. 

Deaton rolled his eyes before grabbing a small light and lifting Derek's eyelids, checking his pupils as he directed the beam of brightness into his eyes. "I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate. This is well beyond my experience."

I never thought I would live to see the day where we had stumbled upon something that Deaton knew next to nothing about.

"So what do we do with him?" Stiles questioned. 

Deaton blinked, "Until he wakes up? Probably not much. It might be best to leave him here with me. He'll be safe here." 

I was trying to pry my hand out of Derek's relentless grip. I can't stay here with him holding my hand all night, I do have to go to school tomorrow and I can't very well drag him there with me all because he wont let go of my hand.

"You mean from Kate?" Stiles stated.

Wait, what did I miss? I wasn't even listening to the conversation going on around me. My attention was focussed on Derek at the moment. I don't understand how he can be holding my hand so tight while he's unconscious... and why the hell is he even holding my hand. I can't remember him even grabbing my hand in the first place.

My mind is swirling around so many different things at once and I can't understand any of it. Apparently Kate Argent is alive and is a were jaguar or something similar, Derek is now a teenager, Malia informed me that she was attacked by something earlier this evening and she has a gash to prove it, and I have to process all of this while baby Derek is squeezing my hand and amping my ability up. 

I don't know what he's doing, but it feels like I'm teetering between one place in my mind and another. It's similar to how I felt when then Oni was inside of me and I would lose time. Derek is obviously trying to tell me something, but he can't seem to get the message across fully because of the current state he is in.

"You guys do need to start taking care of your own lives again," Deaton said loudly, pulling me from me thoughts.

I glanced up at him to meet his father-like gaze, "Yeah... totally agree. So, let's get this show on the road and get him to let go of me so I can go and catch some z's." 

Lydia attempted to break the hold that Derek had on me, but her attempt was futile. "He doesn't seem to want to let you go... odd." she remarked as her gaze flickered between him and I.

Scott yawned loudly as he looked at Deaton, "I think someone should stay with you, just in case." 

"I guess I'm gonna have to stay," I groaned. "It doesn't look like he's letting me go anytime soon." 

Stiles scoffed, "Yeah, so not okay with that." 

"I'll be fine." I attempted to assure him, even though I really didn't want to stay and I wanted to go home with him and sleep beside him. It was my favorite pass time after all, well... okay second favorite because watching trashy reality television is about as close to perfect as life can get.

He shook his head from side to side, "Nope. Definitely not okay with it." 

"Here," Lydia stated in annoyance, "swap your hand out with mine. I can stay. My grades are fine." 

Stiles let out an annoyed sound that I haven't heard in awhile, "Not any better of a situation, Lydia." 

She shot him an irritated glance, "It's either Kasey or I, so take your pick."

"Okay," I interjected loudly, "why don't we all just ease back on the throttle here. Lydia if you want to stay, be my guest, but I can't free my hand." 

Derek wasn't letting go, for some reason he was attached to me... not just by the hand holding either, when he got out of the hole in the wall, he said my name and passed out. He saw Scott first, but he completely ignored him and instead focussed all of his attention on me before he lost consciousness. 

Lydia huffed, "Relax your grip."

"I'm not gripping him?" I replied dubiously.

She glanced at me oddly, "Uh, yeah you are... just let go of his hand."

My eyes drifted down to our hands and I noticed that I had been gripping his hand, rather tightly actually now that I finally relaxed my hand. I was obviously holding his hand as tightly as I was subconsciously, because I sure as hell don't want to be holding Derek Hale's hand. 

"Oh, sorry." I rushed out as I dropped his hand. His face contorted into an emotion I couldn't place, but Lydia quickly snatched his hand back up and the look softened, slightly. For some reason I couldn't help but feel like I was leaving him when he needed me. I know that sounds completely crazy because Derek Hale wouldn't possibly need me for anything. 

Stiles cleared his throat, "Right... okay, still think this is a terrible idea."

"Stiles, just go." Lydia stated evenly. 

My boyfriend didn't need to be told again, instead of arguing his point further, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the animal clinic. Scott stayed behind to speak to Deaton further, and I wish I could have stayed to hear the conversation. The walk to the jeep was silent but I could sense the wave of questions Stiles was about to hit me with.

We didn't get to talk much after we dropped Kira and Malia off, I was more occupied with keeping Derek alive. I didn't want to say anything while in the animal clinic, but while I was holding his hand— I felt as if I was taking something from him. Whether it be pain or panic, I'm not sure... but I know I was absorbing something that wasn't from me. 

Once in the jeep, Stiles shoved the keys into the ignition and I waited for the familiar roar of the engine, but instead I was met with his heavy breathing and tight grip on the steering wheel. I didn't like the feeling I was getting from him stature... he looks beyond angry with me, and I can't possibly think of a reason as to why he would be. 

"Are you—"

"Don't," he cut me off harshly. His gaze was stuck on the dashboard, avoiding eye contact with me all together. I swallowed nervously as I watched him fume silently.

He's thinking through what he's about to say to me. I know for a fact that he hates yelling at me, so I must have done something awful for him to be in a mood like this. 

I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, "I'm sorry." 

His gaze flicked over to me quickly, "Do you even know why I'm upset?"

"No." I answered honestly. "But, if you're this mad it has to be pretty bad, so I need to apologize apparently." 

Stiles sighed audibly and rested his forehead against the steering wheel, "I know I can't protect you from half the shit that you actually need protecting from, okay? But that doesn't mean that you can just go and put yourself in dangerous situations like you did in Mexico. I've lost you once and I'll be damned if I'll let it happen again, Kasey." 

"I don't understand what I did..." I said quietly, racking my brain for something I could have done that was any more dangerous than usual. 

The anger in his eyes dissipated and was replaced with sorrow, "Using your ability when you didn't know how it would end up working out. Running off with Scott in pursuit of Derek... Kasey, you may heal faster than me, but you're not like Scott. You're not invincible."

He was right, like always. I'm not invincible. I'm not like Scott. I'm not strong. I'm just a girl who can feel when someone she loves is in danger. If I had known that doing these things would have upset Stiles as much as it did, I wouldn't have done them... well, I can't say that but I definitely would have put more thought into the decisions before I made them. 

"I just wanted to help, Stiles." my voice was barely above a whisper, in fear that if I tried to speak any louder... I would end up crying out of guilt of hurting him. 

Stiles leaned over the center console and wrapped his arms around me tightly, "I know baby, but maybe you should take a break from trying to help okay? I don't want you to get hurt again, not like before. Because if something happened to you again, Kasey, I would really lose my mind this time, okay?"

I nodded wordlessly and held on to him securely. He was right once again. I haven't used my abilities on my own in weeks and all of a sudden I just want to jump back on the saddle without any practice? It's a recipe for disaster and all it's missing in the main ingredient; me. 

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The smell of Stiles' cologne was infiltrating my sinuses as the sun peaking through the window pulled me out of my drowsy state. Stiles was laying on his back, arms sprawled out above his head on the pillows, my head was resting on his chest while my arm was draped over his torso. I smiled to myself as mumbled something in his sleep and let out a puff of air. 

Malia was sleeping on my other side, her front pressed against my side. Her face was nestling in my hair and her soft breaths were hitting the back of my neck. It's odd that the only way she can sleep is in bed with Stiles and myself. Sometimes she wants to be wedged between us, other times she picks who she wants to cuddle up next to. 

Normally, the thought of another girl, an attractive one at that, snuggling up to my boyfriend would send me over the edge. Malia is different though, she's like a lost little were-coyote baby and Stiles' and I happen to be the ones that took on the roles of trying to help her. I think she see's us as her sort of parents in a way. Although her kissing me in Mexico was rather strange, she's never done that before, but she must have known that the kiss would kick start my ability in some way. I don't know, maybe it was animal instinct?

"Mmm, you okay?" Malia mumbled as she sat up and stretched her arms. I guess she could tell that I just woke up.

I nodded and rolled over onto my back, "Yeah, I'm fine. What about you? How are you feeling?" 

She had been stabbed in the side by some weird bone looking knife down in Mexico, she healed rather quickly but still, it was the first time that she had been hurt in that since. Her eyes glanced down at her stomach, she quickly lifted her shirt and we were met with her slight tan stomach. Not a scratch in sight. 

"Well that looks better," I stated before letting out a yawn. I didn't get to bed until around four in the morning, and it's seven-thirty now. But hey, three and a half hours of sleep is definitely better than nothing. 

Malia nodded, "Yeah."

I watched in confusion as she climbed out of bed and made her way to the window. She pulled it open and positioned herself on the window sill, preparing herself to jump. 

"Whoa whoa whoa, what are you doing?" I rushed out, nearly falling off the bed as I ran over to her and jerked her away from the window. It was at least a twenty foot drop from Stiles' bedroom, and werecoyote or not, she could do some serious damage if she landed on her ankle wrong.

She glanced at me oddly, "I'm hungry."

"You could take the stairs to the kitchen, Malia. You don't need to jump out the window." I stated blankly. Why the hell is she trying to jump out the window to get to the kitchen?

Her brow furrowed in confusion, "I can't get a deer in the kitchen."

"Oh my God," I said as I ran my hand through my hair. Stiles and I are making slight progress with trying to get her to act like a normal human being, key word being slight. Not being able to eat deer is the hardest lesson we're working on. 

"Malia, we talked about this. What did we say?" I asked her. 

She folded her arms across her chest and glared at the floor, "Teenagers don't run into the woods and eat a deer for breakfast." 

"Good," I smiled encouragingly, "Now we do eat pancakes. Or eggs, maybe even a granola bar? Any of that sound good?"

"No." She deadpanned, "I want my deer."

"Okay, pancakes it is then." I stated loudly, grasping her wrist and pulling her down to the kitchen. 

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"So, Kasey and I are sleeping, right? We get home and we're both passed out and out of nowhere Malia just sneaks in. Climbs through the window and gets in bed right beside Kasey." Stiles says to my brother as we walk up the concrete steps to the school.

Scott glanced at me oddly, "And then what happens?"

"She sleeps," I shrugged awkwardly, "Sometimes she wants to be in between us. It's like she sees us as her parents or something."

My brother chuckled, "Well at least you didn't have to go and be pregnant for nine months to get a kid." 

"Not funny," Stiles dead-panned.

I adjusted the strap on my backpack right before Stiles snatched up my hand and laced his fingers through the spaces between mine. The sun was out, the temperature was nice today, and honestly if I didn't have to deal with the fact that Derek is practically a baby again— today would be a great day.

"So does she come to school with you guys or?" he asked with a laugh, obviously finding the situation with Malia extremely amusing. 

I shot him a glare, "Not usually." 

"Why?" he inquired. 

Stiles glanced at me with a smirk, "Yeah, Kasey, tell him why. Seeing as how you're the one that's supposed to be teaching her this particular lesson."

I let out a groan of annoyance, "She goes to the preserve and hunts a deer every morning. Even  though I go out of my way to make her the best freaking pancakes in the world."

"And they are delicious babydoll," Stiles cooed as he pressed his lips to my forehead before letting out a laugh.

I let go of his hand and shoved him teasingly, "Keep insulting my food and you won't be getting your favorite cookie anymore." 

"What?" his eyes widened in panic, "I'm sorry. You're the best chef ever. I love you. I love you forever and ever and ever." 

Scott gagged, "You know just because you told me that you two have a sex life now, doesn't mean I want to hear about it."

It was now my turn to laugh as I sauntered into Mr. Yukimura's classroom. Taking my seat that was in front of Scott, and diagonal from Stiles'. They plopped down into their seats and pulled their notebooks out. I glanced at the board to try and see what we were talking about in class today, but I couldn't see the board due to Mr. Yukimura standing in front of it. 

Malia stumbled into the classroom shortly after, and sat down in her seat beside me. She got her book out and pulled out her highlighters that I labeled for her. I set up a system that would help her sort through what she knows, is working on, and doesn't understand. I based it off the system that Stiles used on his wall with the yarn. She seemed to pick up on it fairly quickly, so we stuck with it.

"It might surprise you to know that some of history's greatest leaders have had to endure some pretty great failures." he said as he finished writing something on the board. He then spun around and clapped his hands together to rid them of the chalk dust. "One you'll recognize from last nights reading failed in business, had a nervous breakdown, was defeated for both houses of Congress, and lost as Vice President, before he was finally elected as one of the greatest Presidents that this country has ever seen. Who was he?"

Mr. Yukimura glanced around the room expectantly. Several students had their hands up, my boyfriend being one of them. I was a little behind on my reading, but I'm pretty sure that it was Abraham Lincoln. It didn't matter who had their hands up, Kira's dad always picked someone who didn't have their hand up. 

"Malia?" he asked. 

The minute she heard her name, she stopped her incessant highlighted and glanced up in confusion. She had a yellow highlighter in her mouth, and she looked like a lost puppy.

Scott's phone began to ring and he reached for it but before he could check the screen Mr. Yukimura snapped on him, "Scott, phones off. Malia? One of out greatest Presidents."

She nodded and put the red highlighter in her mouth as well as she began to flip through the pages. She must have highlighted it somewhere in yellow, that's her color that means she's working on it. 

"Gettysberg address," he stopped as another phone went off. He narrowed his eyes, "I said phones off. Malia, who was it?" 

Malia began flipping through her book faster, you could tell she was nervous. I wish I could give her the answer. I hate watching her like this, she's trying really hard, but she can't learn everything that she needs to know over night. 

Another phone went off and Mr. Yukimura had about lost it, "I said phones off! Everyone!"

"Dad," Kira spoke up, "that was yours." 

He blinked rapidly, "Oh. Uh," he spun around and picked up his phone. His eyes squinted as he glanced at the screen. 

"Scott, call Lydia."

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"I don't think he's just younger in body. I think he's younger in his mind too."

Lydia was applying a bandage to Deaton's arm, blood was already seeping through it. Apparently Derek had woken up and lashed out at him before bolting out of the animal clinic. 

I blinked several times, "Well then how did he remember me?"

Lydia shrugged, "That's the odd part. He didn't recognize either of us. And when he saw us, he took off, looking scared out of his mind." 

"So, if you're a teenage werewolf and you're scared, where do you go?" Stiles asked rhetorically. 

Scott shrugged, "A wolf goes back to his den, but Derek lives in a loft."

"Not when he was a teenager," I pointed out. 

My brother's eyes widened in realization. We all knew what this meant. Derek was going back to his home, only it wasn't a home anymore. It was a burnt down catastrophe. It was where Peter was murdered. It was were Derek became an Alpha. It was where seemingly every problem we had in the beginning of this whole werewolf mess took place.

"He's going back to the Hale house." I stated.

Deaton nodded, "He won't remember the fire. It wouldn't have happened yet."

"Hold on," Lydia said quickly, "Say you do manage to catch up to him. What are you going to say to him? That his whole family is dead?"

Scott shrugged, "I guess I'm gonna have to."

"Oh, good luck with that." she sang mockingly. Obviously Scott wasn't the best at making plans, we already knew this.

Stiles nodded, "She's probably right. Maybe you shouldn't. You know at least until we know how to get him back to normal."

"I can't lie to him." Scott stated.

My boyfriend shrugged, "Okay, I'll do it."

"I don't think any of us can. Remember, he can hear a heartbeat rising. When we find him, we tell him the truth." my brother said with finality. 

"Not trying to change the plan or anything, but if he gets there first, won't he already know?" I asked. 

Deaton nodded, "You won't have to tell him."

"No," I sighed, "We'll just have to deal with the wolf tantrum that's gonna follow."

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We stumbled into the police station just as Sheriff Stilinski began inspecting Derek. They must have ran his prints and his record came up. The record that has him being a lot older than what he is now. As soon as Derek saw me he stood up, immediately recognizing me. 

Sheriff Stilinski waved us over and pulled us into his office, but Derek gulped and he obviously wanted me to stay outside. I let out a sigh, "You guys explain this, I'm gonna see if I can get him to talk."

"Okay, be careful." Stiles said, giving me a look. A look that said, remember what we talked about last night about you not being so eager to help and using her abilities and possibly hurting yourself again.

As they walked into his office, I sat down beside Derek. He didn't say anything, instead he just grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. This was odd, being around the same age as him. He looks different too, you can sort-of tell that it's Derek, but at the same time he looks like a completely different person.

"How do you know who I am?" I asked softly, praying that the eavesdropping deputies wouldn't hear our conversation.

He shrugged, "I don't know."

Well that was certainly helpful. I let out a sigh and took a calming breath so I didn't let me patience wear thin, "What do you remember about me?"

"I remember your face. I remember your voice. I just remember you. I don't know how, but for some reason you're the only person I recognize or even feel comfortable around." he stated. 

What does he mean he remembers me? What about me does he remember other than my face and my voice? Why would Derek only choose to remember me as he was supernaturally Benjamin Button'd? 

I placed my other hand atop of his, "Can you remember me saying anything specific?" 

"I remember you saying something about being in love with me. I keep hearing it play over and over in my head." he mumbled. 

I don't have the ability to even try and comprehend why Derek would keep that memory. If he could keep any at all, you would think that it would be something that could help us find Kate in some way, but no— he chose to remember me joking about him being in love with me and me being in love with him.

"Alrighty," I said in slight annoyance. 

Baby Derek is more useless than Adult Derek.

"Well, there was accident okay? And you lost your memory." I said, trying to explain the situation to him. He looked scared to death and a scared Derek is not a very good Derek. I know from personal experience. 

He glanced at me oddly, "How much memory?" 

"A lot," I said awkwardly, "like ten years maybe." 

"Where's my family? What happened to my house?" he demanded impatiently.

This was a question for Scott. I wasn't supposed to answer these questions, I was even informed in the jeep on the way over here to specifically not answer those questions in fear of me possibly saying the wrong thing because when it comes to lying, well, it's not my strong point.

"Uh," I glanced through the glass window into Sheriff Stilinski's office, he was waving his arms around wildly at Scott and Stiles, and I can only imagine what is being said in there. Okay, looks like I'm gonna have to answer the questions.. shit.

I bit at my lip nervously, "You saw the house, right?"

"Yeah, it was destroyed." he stated. 

I nodded, "Yes... yes it was. It was demolished because there had been a fire and the house had been inhabitable."

"A fire?" he squeaked nervously. His eyes wide. I could see the tears welling in his eyes and I began to panic. What am I supposed to say to him about his family? I can't tell him that they're dead, can I? He might flip out and run away, possibly cause a scene and throw a major wolf tantrum. 

Stiles and Scott were still talking to the Sheriff, and I could feel my control over the situation with Derek slipping. He was getting anxious and if I tell him that his family is dead, well, he's going to run away. 

"What about my family?" he asked immediately after the painful silence. 

Okay, I can do this. How would I handle a situation with Stiles like this, if I didn't want to give him the real answer, because it would hurt him?

I blinked once, "Do you trust me?"

"What?" he asked dumbly.

I nodded my head quickly, "Yeah, do you trust me? I'm the only person you know, right? So, do you trust me?" 

He swallowed nervously, "I guess so, yeah."

"Okay. You have to believe that I'm telling you the truth and anything that I don't say is for your benefit, alright?" I stated. 

Derek shifted uncomfortably on the bench, "What does that mean? Why can't you tell me?"

"Well because apparently you almost killed two deputies and you can't wolf out like that. No claws. No glowing eyes. No wolf-like persona in any way, shape or form." I instructed him sternly. If we are going to harbor his baby fugitive ass, he needs to learn to control himself.

He huffed in annoyance, "I can control myself. Unless it's a full moon."

"You can't control yourself on a full moon?" I asked in amusement. Who would have thought I would hear the all knowing Derek Hale say that he can't control himself on a full moon. It's kind of funny. 

Derek narrowed his eyes at me, "I said I can control myself."

"Yet," I cocked my head to the side with a smirk, "you also said unless it's a full moon."

"You know what," he snapped, "how do you know so much about me being a wolf anyway?"

My smirk stayed in place, "My brother is a True Alpha, so I know a thing or two about you wolf people."

"The guy in there?" he asked, pointing to Stiles, "the one spazzing out? He's a true alpha?"

I shook my head from side to side, "No the guy next to him, the one spazzing out is...well, I don't know what he is. A formerly possessed hyperactive spazz? Maybe?"

"What?" he asked, confusion painted over his features. 

The door opened and Scott and Stiles walked out with Sheriff Stilinski behind them, "Derek, you're free to go. We just need to discharge you, follow me."

I watched as Derek followed behind Stiles' dad. Well, that conversion was pointless. I didn't learn anything that I needed to know, like at all. 

"How did it go?" Scott asked hopefully.

I shrugged, "Okay, I guess. I didn't get any information out of him." 

"Damn," Stiles muttered. 

I nodded my head in the direction of Sheriff Stilinski, "How did it go explaining this one?"

"Well, he thinks we time travel now so there's that." Stiles stated without hesitation. 

I chuckled, "Now, that'd be interesting."

"I'm gonna go talk to the person we should have went to in the first place about all of this." Scott said, eyeing Stiles and myself.

We both knew who said person was and it made me want to gag. I hated Peter Hale with every fiber of my being. He caused more problems than he was worth, and I don't trust the egotistical little bastard. He always has an ulterior motive, and it's only a matter of time before he screws us over again for his benefit. 

Stiles groaned, "I still very much hate that person."

"Take Derek back to our house," Scott said, speaking to me directly, ignoring Stiles' comment. 

I nodded, "Got it." 

"Oh, and Scott!" I called out to him as he began to walk away.

He spun around, "Yeah."

"If Satan in a V-Neck were to somehow turn up dead, you know because his throat was ripped out her something, that would be pretty awesome." 

Scott rolled his eyes, "I'll keep that in mind."

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