Stiles's POV

This is all so complicated. Part of me is so happy that my siblings are back, but the other part of me doesn't want them back. If I made it through these last 8 years without them then I'm pretty sure I can keep going without them.

But Derek is right, I can't stay away forever. That wouldn't be fair to my dad, I mean he didn't do anything wrong. Why should I have stay away from him because my siblings chose to abandon us?

"I'm going to go home." That caused him to look up in shock.

"Before you say anything. I'm not going to talk to my siblings. I'm most likely going to avoid them. I can't stay away from my dad though, it's not fair to him."

Even though Derek was all for me going back to my house (not because he was sick of me) he still looked really skeptical of the whole thing.

"What if your magic goes out of control? I know that you think you have complete control over it, but your emotions control how your magic reacts and Scott texted me to tell me about how you ripped a textbook in half because of your anger. What do you think will happen if one of them tries to talk to you?"

He's completely right. My emotions do control my magic, not me. That doesn't mean that I won't be able to control it around them though. I do a perfectly good job of controlling it when I'm with Scott, Derek, and the rest of the pack. How could this be any different than that? All I have to do is not freak out and I'll be fine. As long as one of my emotions doesn't get the littlest bit unbalanced I should be absolutely golden.

"Everything's going to be fine. This isn't going to be dinner with the pack that one night." We both shuddered at the memory.

Not going to go into detail, but let's just say that the night ended with Scott trapped inside of the couch (we had to cut him out), with Isaac and Liam somehow ending up on the other side of town.

"I just don't want anything bad to happen. Remember what Deaton told you when you first found out about your magic?"

How could I forget? That was probably one of the scariest days of my life. After that day I closed myself off in my room and wouldn't let anyone in, until Scott kicked my door down and punched me straight in the nose for being an idiot and not letting them help me.

"I know. But I'm not going to let my magic consume me. That's the last thing I want to become." I pressed my forehead to his and breathed out shakily.

This might be overdramatic to people that don't know, but my magic is stronger than a lot of magic users. It's not because I'm stronger. It's because my emotions are stronger because of everything I've lost.

This causes kind of a glitch in the system.

What that means is if my anger or sadness get too extreme, then my magic could take over and consume me. It isn't like this with others because typically you don't get someone like me that also has magic as strong as mine. This is why I have weekly appointments with Deaton in order to keep my emotions in check and to make sure my magic is being kept at bay.

The last thing any one of us wants is for me to go berserk and try to kill everyone. Then that would make me a threat that would have to be taken out. That's not an option.

"Look. If you really don't want me to go then I won't. I don't want you to be worrying about me while I'm gone." I said quietly, careful not to ruin the moment.

I wanted to stay here. With Derek, and let my magic soar because of my happiness. At least then I won't be at risk of my magic taking over.

"I'd feel more comfortable with this if I could go with you." He said softly.

We stayed there and just looked at each other for a moment before I just put my head down.

"As much as I would love that, this has to be a Stilinski confrontation. I have to do this by myself, and hey. I can handle a couple of idiots." I said and made him laugh.

What can I say? I guess I'm just that good.

Good looking.

Yeah I know. That one wasn't funny, but just because it wasn't funny, doesn't mean that it wasn't true. Or it's still true.

"Just be careful okay? Not that they're threats. I just don't want you to turn into one."

I nodded and moved to grab my backpack from off the floor next to the couch, but he beat me to it and handed it to me.

"Thank you." I said as I slung it over my shoulder.

"You're welcome. And if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me, or better yet call Scott. If they upset you I'll kill them. Scott has morals. Scott won't kill them."

He tried his best to sound intimidating but it wasn't working.

"I wouldn't even have to call either of you. If they make me mad enough, I'll kill them myself."

The look that he gave me then was nothing but pure worry.

"Not with my magic. If you don't remember, I'm pretty good with a metal baseball bat. You just got to get the right swing and they'll hit the ground in a second."

I even did the little swing imitation to represent how to actually do the swing just right.

"Yeah yeah. Alright killer you made your point. Go on and get out of here. You've got a family to make feel like absolute crap." He winked and walked me to the door.

This was going to be fun.

I sarcastically thought as I got into my jeep and started my drive home.

Really fun.