Sheriff Stilinski sighed a week later, looking at Dr. Christensen's card, as well as trying to find information on his facility in Alaska when he heard the door swing open and a yell echoing through the house.

"Hey dad! I'm home!"

Even though he knew the research would benefit several others with the disease that killed his wife and almost took his son's life, he didn't know if he was prepared to lose Stiles for five years after just getting him back.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw Stiles walk into the dining room with a plate of Double Stuff Oreos and a tall glass of milk, so he covered his research with his elbows, closed the laptop and asked the question on his mind.

"Where did you find Oreos?"

"It doesn't matter, you can't eat them. Remember, we eat healthy." He insisted, popping one into his mouth.

"That's a extremely healthy after school snack, kiddo." His dad smirked sarcastically, reaching for one of them on the edge of the plate. However, his son was too fast for him as he moved the small plate out of his reach from the chair he was in, standing up.

"Yeah, well I'm almost 17 and don't have high cholesterol, so I can have these." The teen insisted, mouth full of the chocolate cookies.

"If you choke, then it doesn't matter what your cholesterol levels are."

Stiles rolled his eyes, downing the glass of milk before catching his eye on the papers. "What's that?" He questioned, still with Oreo in his mouth.

Not wanting to make his son suspicious, he replied with the answer you would give a seven year old.

"Adult stuff."

"Dad, I'll be a adult in a year and three months, therefore, I call it close enough." Stiles argued, grabbing for the laptop and opening it, whilst his dad protested.

"Stiles, don-"

"West Alaska Medical Institution?" Stiles asked, a slight whimper creeping into his voice after scanning the screen. "You think I need to be in a institution like Eichan House?"

"Stiles, it isn't what you think is." His dad started, standing up, but his son backed away, sadness turning to rage in a instant after placing the laptop back onto the table.

"No, I know exactly what it is! You think I'm going crazy like Mom did! Well, guess what?! I'm not Mom! I'm finally normal again, and you still think I'm absolutely crazy! You don't even believe me about Scott and the others, do you?!"

"Stiles, that is completely untrue. Yes, I believe you about the supernatural. I also know that the supernatural almost killed you! I can't lose you too." He insisted, tears forming in his eyes with thoughts of the past months flooding his mind while he started to slowly advance towards his son in order to calm him down, but Stiles wasn't having it as he continued to back towards the stairs.

"Stop treating me like a insane criminal! I'm not a basket case with a sob story, I'm your son! And yeah, people are dead cause of me getting possessed! Do you think that I wanted Aiden to die?! That I wanted Allison to die?!"

"Stiles-"

"Just leave me the hell alone!" The teen stormed up the stairs, the door loudly slamming closed a few moments later, causing his dad to wince, before sitting back down, staring at the card with the small phone number on it.

He rubbed his eyes after a few moments, feeling the stress of his job, his son, and the fact that money wasn't really coming in anymore finally wearing down on him.

He sighed, swallowing harshly, but he knew what he had to do, in order to possibly save his son. He slowly dialed the number on his phone, pressing it to his ear.

"Hello, Dr. Paige's office." A deeper woman's voice greeted on the phone.

"Hello, this is Noah Stilinski. I was hoping that I could negotiate with Dr. Christensen about my son, Mitchyeslaw. He does work there, right?"

"Yes, he does. Large facility. May I put you on hold while I get him?"

"Sure." Noah agreed, the hold music playing through the speakers for a few moments before the male voice spoke into the speakers.

"Hello, Noah. How is your son doing?" The doctor asked curiously.

"That's what I called about. I was hoping you could give me some more information about your facility." Noah insisted, lowering his voice in order for Stiles not to hear him and panic.

"Absolutely. I work with Dr. Ava Paige and Dr. Janson, as well as our employees, to research the neurological waves of mainly teenagers by the same stimulation in order to hopefully one day permanently cure things like many types of dementia, brain cancer, and even mental illnesses. We supply companies that create electronics and several forms of artificial intelligence with our research to make them less likely to malfunction because of the hard drive. We help teachers develop new ways to educate their students to help them reach their full potential. All three of simply want to change the neurological world for the better."

"I see." Noah took in this information, writing the important notes down on a blank page before asking. "Why mainly teens?"

"Because children aren't in the real world and are learning things all the time. Adults are in the world, and are slow sometimes when it comes to learning. While we have exceptions to the rule in our facility, teens are in that strange phase where they are in the world, but are also fast learners, and since they are so quick on their feet, that's why they are the best for these tests."

"So how much longer do I have to think about this?" Noah questioned, tapping the pen open and closed on the table.

"Well, I'm afraid I need to know now. I'm about to OK some paperwork for a few more teens, but if you want, I am going to be in California all day tomorrow to pick up a few of the teens, so I can bring you the paperwork for Stiles. You can sign it, and I can take him with me."

Noah bit his lip, almost forgetting he was on the phone while he was deep in thought. He just got his son back, and he could lose him for five years with a zero visitor policy, not to mention his son was already mad at him for even considering this option. But it could also help hundreds, maybe even thousands of families from being torn apart like his had been 8 years ago.

"Noah? Are you still there?" The voice breaking his thought process.

"Yeah, I'm still here."

"Have you made your decision yet? I know it must be a hard one to make, especially since what you have been through in the past few months, but I need to know now."

Noah took a deep breath, not knowing if he would regret this or not, as it would change both his and his son's life forever, but he ended up uttering the single word.

"Yes."

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