No One Left

Mom

Peters POV:

Stiles just left again. He seems to do that, a lot. Stiles was a mystery. He came from practically nowhere and he knew so much. If what he said was true things were going to get bad. Really bad. I turned to Talia, she looked contemplative. Which I didn't blame her there's a lot of information to take in.

I see Talia stand and clap her hands together like she's made up her mind. She heads to her office and says, 

"Peter we have things to discuss in private. Let's talk shall we." I get up to follow. I glance at the door before I completely lose sight of it.

Once we're seated in her office she sits in her chair and leans on her elbow. 

"So what should we start with?" I ask her since I know where this meeting is leading. She sighs, then straightens up. 

"First we get that psycho away from Derek. And we make sure she stays far away!" Talia growls, slightly sleeping with her control thinking about that Argent is hurting Derek. 

I think she's right of course, however, "Maybe we should let her be." Talia's eyes glow an iridescent red. Okay, maybe wrong choice of words. 

"You think I should let this all play out are you insane." Talia actually stands like she's about to rip my face off. I raise myself from the chair and back up. 

"No. No, Listen, Talia, I just meant if your planning on killing her right now then do it. I won't stop you. Hell, I'd join you. However, if your thinking of arresting her, Why just let her get off with just sexual abuse when we can get her locked up for good on conspiracy to commit murder. If we just get some facts we could put her away for life." Talia calmed down and looked to be thinking over my words. 

She looks me in the eye. "I understand what you're saying but we don't have the time to, research these things." She sighed. Oh yeah, Stiles said it was going to happen at the end of the month. I shudder just remember Stiles telling me about it. 

Wait, "What about Stiles?" Talia glances at me, and asks, 

"What do you mean?"

I smirked I got, "What if Stiles has the information we need. He won't tell us where he's getting the information but that doesn't mean that's all he knows. He could know everything else we would need to pin this all on the Argents." Talia smiled. 

"Good go and bring him back, I'll set a meeting for all those old enough to hear this tonight." Peter nodded as head opened the door he stopped and asked Talia one last thing, 

"Derek too?" Talia looked sad, but sighed deeply and said, 

"Yeah, it's about time I had a talk with him." Peter nodded and left to go find where ever Stiles disappeared to.

Stiles POV:

I briskly walked away from the Hale property. As much as he missed everyone he couldn't stand how different they were. It was suffocating. Just looking at them, everything was so different. Peter was snarky and sly but he didn't have as much hate and spite as he used to. Laura even though he only saw her in his own time dead. It's weird to see her alive, only Creeper wolf could do that. I mean that was normal for him at least. And Derek that weirdest change. It has been a while since he saw his Derek. But this was not his Derek. This Derek doesn't have the guilt of killing his entire family on his shoulders. He's not grumpy or even sour. It's so different it hurts. The pain in his chest throbs every time he sees a smile that shouldn't be there a laugh that doesn't belong on their faces. It's so painful. He was supposed to fix everything. But if he was helping everyone else who was gonna help him.

I stopped walking lifting my gaze to figure where my legs subconsciously carried me. I choke on the air that suddenly filled my lungs. I was in a place I visited far too recently in my time. Beacon Hills Cemetery. I walked down a path my feet knew by heart. I came to a stop in front of a grave that looked so new, so fresh. My knees hit the floor suddenly. I openly stared at her grave. No matter how much time passed I will, never not miss her. Tears fall freely down my face. I sob as my body rocks as I cry for my mom. I hear something to my left but I can't bring myself to care. I just sit in the dirt and cry. Right now I feel like I'm back to when I was ten and my mom died two years ago. And I cry like the child I feel like. I let out all the grief for everyone I've been bottling up inside me. I let everything out until my voice is raw and my body goes numb. Or maybe it's when I feel a strong hand grip my shoulder.