𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒
The blood in my veins are made up by mistakes

ONCE THEY MADE it back into Beacon Hills, they dropped Kira and Malia back at their houses before they had called Deaton. None of them knew how to go about the newly aged-backwards Derek they had in their possession or what to do with him.

It was all rather bizarre; and just when Alex thought she had seen everything, the supernatural realm threw another surprise in her face.

Alex helped Scott remove Derek from the backseat of the jeep, and rushed through the rain as Alex carried the boy over his shoulder toward the doors. Lydia and Stiles opened the doors, allowing her to race inside.

Deaton swiped all of the objects off the examination table so that there would be a place for them to lay Derek down.

The five teenagers instinctively looked toward Deaton for answers, automatically assuming that he had seen something like that before.

"Wow," Deaton mumbled, staring down at Derek in amazement.

"Wow?" Stiles repeated, furrowing his brows. "Wow as in, "I've seen this before and I know exactly what to do," kind of wow? Because that's the kind of wow we were hoping for."

Deaton cocked his head to the side as he glanced toward Stiles. "I think you might be overestimating my abilities."

Alex reached forward and grabbed Derek's hand, shivering due to his really cold skin. "He's really cold," she commented, looking up at them with furrowed eyebrows as she thought over what had happened. She has never been through this nor has she witnessed this ever happening. Someone — who ever did this to him — must've been really fucking desperate to turn a brooding adult into a kid.

Scott gulped, "Do you think this is permanent?"     

"I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate." Deaton replied, pulling out a small flashlight to check Derek's pupil dilation, lifting his eyelids and directing the white beam of light into his eyes. "This is well beyond my experience."      

"So what do we do with him?" Stiles asked, moving to stand closer to Alex.

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

"You mean from Kate?" Stiles inquired, raising a brow.

Deaton stood straighter, pushing his shoulders back. "If she's alive and she is what you say she is, she won't be able to walk past that gate."

Alex pursed her lips, not liking Kate; Scott and Stiles had explained to her on who she was and what she did. Let's just say that she was number four on her hate list. The first one would be her father, Mikael, second would by her mother, Esther, and the third would be Elena fucking Gilbert. Let's just say that she still holds a very huge grudge over her since she killed Kol whom Alex still mourns when she's all alone.

Lydia cleared her throat, running clammy hands over her face in exasperation. "Why would she want to do this to him?"

"Knowing Kate, it's probably for a reason that won't be any good for anyone but her," Deaton announced.

"And bad for everyone else."

Deaton nodded solemnly, but noticed the worn out expressions on their faces. "You guys should probably go home." At that, Scott yawned loudly, small purplish bags under his eyes, while Stiles rolled his neck around to keep himself awake. "He doesn't look to be in any danger. So maybe the rest of you should get some sleep? It is a school night."

"I've taken care of myself for as long as I can remember, Deat." Alex patted the older man's chest, smirking even though, on the inside, she was hurting.

Over these few months, she's been slowly mending back together, fixing herself on all the damage her family has made, but she's still trying to mend herself together due to the stuff that have happened in this town. It was like a never ending circle.

"Someone should stay with you," Scott stated.

"I'll stay," Lydia piped up when Alex went to open her mouth, "My grades are fine... Despite missing a few classes." She then sent the blonde a soft look. "I know you want to stay, but nope, I won't let that happen. I can see that you're tired and that you want to... to get back to Malia." She heard her swallow thickly.

"Okay..." Alex sighed and placed her hand on the strawberry blondes cheek. She closed her eyes and pressed her face closer to her hand. "Stay safe, call if anything happens, hell, call even if nothing happens." She chuckled, opening her hazel-green eyes to stare into mine. "Just... be careful." She nodded and lightly pushed Alex backwards. "Okay." She chuckled. "I'm leaving."

ALEX walked up to Deaton, rolling her eyes at Lydia who was patching him up. She bit into her wrist and held it out to Deaton who scrunched up his face. When he didn't make a move to suck her blood, she sighed and forced
her wrist in his mouth. She held her wrist there until he had to swallow. She took a step back and smirked. "It wasn't that hard, now was it?" She mused.

"Here." She turned to Stiles who grabbed a napkin and started wiping away the blood that was on her wrist. She smiled at him, watching him with intrigue and passion. "There you go. All clean." He grinned, staring up at her, his eyes sparkling.

The blonde smiled and tilted her head; he was so fucking adorable and sexy that she just wanted to take him right then and there. But, she didn't 'cause she remembered that Stiles was a virgin. She didn't deserve to take that away from him, he deserved someone better.

Deaton took a huge swig of water before speaking, "I don't think he's just younger in body. I think he's younger in his mind too."

Lydia nodded in agreement, glancing at Alex. "He didn't recognize either of us." She sighed, "And he looked like he was scared out of his mind."

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

"A wolf goes back to its den," Alex informed them, frowning, "But Derek lives in a loft." She drummed her fingers on the table, "but, he didn't as a teenager. And from what I'm hearing, he doesn't seem to recognize anything his older self would. So, he has his childhood memories. Which means..." She trailed off, clicking her tongue, "he's going to the Hale house." She pursed my lips. lHe wouldn't remember the fire. It wouldn't have happened yet."

"Hold on." Lydia held up her hand, "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 going to have to."

Lydia chuckled humorlessly. "Oh... Good luck with that."

Stiles pointed at Lydia. "She's probably right." Alex looked down, jealousy swarming her body as she remembered what Scott had said about Stiles obsessing over Lydia before she came into the picture. "Maybe you shouldn't. You know, at least until we figure out how to get him back to normal."

Scott shook his head. "I can't lie to him."

Stiles sighed. "Okay, I'll do it."

Alex turned to Stiles. "I don't think any of us can. Remember, he can hear a heartbeat rising. When we find him, we tell him the truth."

Deaton made a face. "If he gets to the house first, you won't have to."

THE three of them stumbled into the sheriff's station just as Stiles' father began to contemplate the identity of the young boy handcuffed to the bench. Stiles awkwardly waved as Stilinski gave them all a questioning look.

The Sheriff quickly told Jordan that he would take care of the young Derek Hale before he waved the three teenagers into his office. They stood there in an uncomfortable silence. Stilinski shut the door behind him, making his way toward his desk and leaning against it in disbelief.

"I want you to be honest with me," Stilinksi insisted, his troubled eyes boring into the threesome. "Absolutely and completely honest," he continued. The teens glanced at one another before nodding in agreement. "Have you been time traveling?"

Stiles flailed his arms. "Hang on, what?"

"Definitely would be cooler than what actually happened," Alex said, glancing over her shoulder to look through the window.

"Because if time traveling is real, you know what, I'm done. I'm out. You're going to be driving me to Eichen House."

Scott held his hands out in front of him, trying to defuse the situation. "We found him like that."

"Where?" Stilinski hissed through clenched teeth. "Swimming in the Fountain of Youth?"

"No," Stiles intervened. "We found him buried in a tomb of wolfsbane in an Aztec Temple in Mexico underneath a church in the middle of a town that was destroyed by an earthquake."

Alex closed her eyes, sighing. Stiles had just ratted them out to his own father, knowing that he wasn't supposed to find out about them going to Mexico.

"You told me you were camping!" Stilinski stressed, his face grower redder and redder each second.

"Yeah, we were," Stiles assured, nodding his head. "I-In — it was in Mexico."

Before Stiles' father could reach out with both hands and strangle his son, Alex stepped forward. "Derek's been aged backwards. He doesn't remember anything."

"We just need to talk to him," Stiles stated.     

Stilinski leaned back against his desk once more. "Yeah, well, so far he's not talking to anybody."     

"He'll talk to me and Alex," Scott said, looking through the window where Derek sat handcuffed to the bench.     

Eventually, after some convincing, they ushered the young Derek into the Sheriff's office. The boy plopping down on the couch, staring up at the girl and boy in front of him.

"Okay, so..." Carter mumbled, running her hands over her face in exasperation. "We need you to come with us. You see that guy over there—" she pointed a finger toward Stiles, "—his dad is the Sheriff, he's willing to forgive-and-forget everything that happened today if you just come with us."     

"Why would I go anywhere with you?" Derek inquired, "Either of you?"

"There was an accident, okay?" Scott said, stepping closer to the boy. "You lost some memory, but we can help you get it back."

"How much memory?" Derek asked Scott, but his eyes were on Alex.

"A lot," Scott replied, he didn't want to overwhelm the boy with the fact that he was actually missing over ten years of his life in memory. "But you can trust us."

Both Scott and Alex kneeled down, and flashed their eyes long enough so that Derek would be able to see them.

"You're an Alpha," Derek gasped at Scott before looking at Alex, "and you're his beta." She nodded her head, nudging Scott in the side. "Okay, who are you? Who is she? And who is he?"

"Oh, we're the guys keeping you out of jail," Stiles quipped, shooting him a wink.     

Derek shook his head back and forth in disbelief, warm tears pooling in his eyes.     

"Let us help you," Alex pleaded, and placed a hand on his shoulder which he tensed up to.

"Okay, dude, you almost tore apart two cops back there," Stiles pointed out. "You need to listen to us. And that starts with no fangs, no claws, no wolf man. You got that?"     

"I'm fine as long as it's not on a full moon."     

"You still have trouble with the full moon?" Scott asked, his face falling in shock.     

"I said I'm fine."     

Stiles sighed, rubbing his palms of his pants as he moved to stand beside Alex. "All right, you coming with us or not?"     

"You want me to trust you?" Derek wondered. "Where's my family?"

"There was a fire," Scott began, cutting Derek off. "And...well, they're not here anymore," he lied, not being able to tell someone who was just as young as they were that their entire family was dead. "They're fine. Just had to move out of Beacon Hills, and we're going to take you to them as soon as we figure out how to get your memories back." 

Derek nodded, swallowing passed the lump in his throat. "Okay."

"BEKAH?" Alex asked as soon as the phone was picked up.

"Alex!" Rebekah exclaimed, "oops," she whispered as she realized she said her name too loud. "I think Klaus—"

"Is that Alex on the phone!?" Klaus' voice boomed from the other end of the phone which made Alex freeze in fear, her eyes widening, and her heart freeze over. "Give me the phone, Bekah!!"

"No! She doesn't want to speak to your bloody arse!" Rebekah shouted, and Alex heard something being thrown on the other end making her jump. She couldn't even move a muscle 'cause she was scared that Nik would somehow track her if she even just blinked. "N—no! No, Nik! No! Give me the bloo—" there was a sickening crack and a thump.

Alex's heart started to beat rapidly against her chest as she realized that he has just snapped her neck.

"Hello, dear sister. It's been a long time since we last spoke and if I an correct, which I'm pretty sure I am, I remember you saying something that you weren't gonna sacrifice whatever you life you built, for me. I also heard something along the lines of freedom and some other boring things I simply do not care about." Alex swallowed thickly at his words. "Now, sister, I think you've had enough time with whatever you are doing. It's time to come home.... to New Orleans."

Flashbacks of her life in New Orleans filled her, but instead of happiness, she felt anger and pain.

"You will not do this to me, Nik!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, not even caring that Stiles was standing behind her. Derek was just taken by Kate, but instead of going after them, she was told to watch over Stiles, it's not like she was complaining anyway. "You can't bring up one of the happiest memories I have. And you can't expect me to give up my life, a perfectly good one too, to come running back to you. I've spent a thousand years with you and I think I've had enough for a while. I needed this break. It's opened my eyes to show me who I could really be, what I can be."

Tears pooled in her eyes. "Nik. I've made friends and I've helped people. I have a family that treats me....well, like a family should treat you, with love and respect. I have a pack. I can't just pack up my fucking bags and go to you when I know fully well that there is a dagger and a coffin awaiting me. I know you've never daggered me, but I feel that since what I've done this time, you will."

She was crying now; her heart breaking. "Nik. This is my first time being selfish in a long bloody time. I can't even remember the last time I was selfish and became happy....oh, that's right, it's 'cause I never did. I was always there for you. I was the bastard to your bastard. You practically treated me like Mikael had. Like everyone else in the village had. You fully well know that I've never had proper trustworthy, loyal friends, but that all changed when I arrived in this town."

She turned to Stiles to see him staring at her in complete shock and intrigue.

"Is this because of some boy?" Even though he tried his hardest, she could heat the utter heart break in his voice.

Her eyes grazed over Stiles. "I guess so." She cleared my throat, "but not only that, Nik. I have a connection with this girl.... her name is Malia. I feel as if we're sister's or something like that.... I feel as if I know her from somewhere."

"Malia?" Nik choked out. "Malia.... does she have brown eyes, brown hair, and a snarky attitude?"

She chuckled and nodded before frowning, "Wai — how — how'd you—"

"Malia Elizabeth Mikaelson."

Alex sucked in a breath as flashbacks of a young girl with long brown hair, down to her waist, was shown. She was there, back there in our village over a thousand years ago. She was her sister, older. Mother and father had said that she was killed by one of the members of the werewolf pack that roamed our village.

She came back to reality, sucking in a huge breath as tears fell from her eyes. "Malia is my sister...."