The Hell-hound's Mate

6. Emissary Check

*Deaton*

"Hello Scott, what can I help you with?"

"Hey Deaton. Uh so Parrish found Stiles. I was wondering if you could check him and see if you can do anything."

"Scott I might be your pack emissary but I am a veterinarian not a human doctor."

"I know it's just that Peter had found Stiles before us apparently and didn't tell us but he did something to his mind using his claws to enter."

"I see."

"So can you come over and help?"

"I will come take a look and see what I can do."

"Thanks Deaton. We are at the Stilinski's. Mom and I finally moved in."

"Alright. I'll be there soon." I replied hanging up. What has Peter done. 

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Waling into the Stilinski-McCall home I see them trying to coral Stiles. 

"Where Jay?"-Stiles

"He'll be back. He had to get somethings so he could stay here." -Melissa soothed. 

"Deaton, hey." Scott said noticing me and causing Stiles' attention to turn to me. His eyes widen and he started shaking his head fast. 

"No d-doctor. No d-doctor. No d-doctor." He was screaming and tears were running down his face. This is not our Stiles. This is a 3 year old child inside our 17 year old Stiles but he still recognizes us. 

"Stiles, I'm not a person doctor. I'm a veterinarian, I work on dogs." I said making him stop. 

"Like Bubby?" he asked pointing to Scott. 

"Sometimes yes." 

"What with me?" 

"Scott asked that I come to see if I can help." 

"No." 

"Stiles."-Sheriff

"No Jay. No d-doctor."

"Stiles you can't be so dependent on Parrish."-Sheriff

"Liar." 

"Excuse me?"-Sheriff

"Liar." 

"And how is that?"

"Said I still got you,but you give up like pack. You abandon me like pack d-d-did. Jay saved me. Jay d-didn't give up. He called friends. He save me. You d-didn't." Stiles was full on throwing a tantrum now and the Sheriff was getting red in the face. Melissa was trying to calm him down but I don't think it was working. Stiles was crying for Jordan Parrish and Scott was trying to comfort him. 

"Stiles. I am your father and you will listen." The Sheriff shouted. Stiles immediately shut up but couldn't stop crying. He begun to slide down to the floor onto his knees, head down and hands behind his back as Scott went to catch him. "Noah." Melissa scolded but didn't get a response in return.  He's been trained for a submissive in a dominant male relationship. 

"Sheriff. I do not want to tell you how to do your job, but reinforcing what that man has more than likely scared into him with the mental age he seems to have is not the best idea." I tried to advise but it seems I am going to be ignored. 

"Now Stiles. I agreed to the fact that Parrish can stay here until you get better than he has to go back to his home. But I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from you. You are 17 years old, act like it. " Melissa dragged the Sheriff out of the house. Stiles was still in tears. Scott was trying to get him to stand up and I quietly waited for Deputy Parrish to show up. 

*Jordan*
I arrived back at the Stilinski's to see Melissa pulling out an angry Sheriff. What happened? I hopped out of my car and went inside setting my bags down. Deaton was off to the side. Scot was talking to Stiles who was back in the position I found him in shaking with tears running down his face. I slowly walked up to them and crouched down in front of Stiles.

"D-Daddy was here. he got mad at me. I broke rules. He told Sheriff I bad. I d-didn't wanna be bad Jay." Stiles whimpered. I opened my arms and he launched into them burring his head into my neck. His body was racked with sobs so I decided to get him to calm first with soothing words. When he was only hiccuping I said, "Stiles, he wasn't here. You are safe, I promise. The Sheriff is just scared. He doesn't know what to do. All he wants to do is help and seeing you  like this makes him sad. His emotions come out as anger, that's all. You are not a bad person. You are good. You were hurt and we want to help that's all. Do you think you could be a big boy and let Deaton see if he can help. I assume its to see if he can fix whatever Peter did to your mind." Stiles nodded into my shoulder as I picked us up sitting on the sofa looking towards Deaton and Scott. 

"How'd you do that?"-Scott

"I assumes it is partially because they are mates and probably the fact that Jordan seems to have gotten him out of that man's grasp. Therefore Stiles trusts him the most."-Deaton

Stiles turned around in my lap and watched Deaton carefully while reaching out a hand towards Scott who came over. 

"Yeah?"-Scott

Stiles didn't do anything but grab his hand whispering, "D-Don't go." 

Scott smiled but nodded. Deaton continued his assessment of Stiles. 

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Deaton finally finished his assessment of Stiles. 

"So can you help?" Scott asked. 

"Yes, I think I can. I need to gather several herbs that I do not have at the clinic. This antidote only works for some werewolf altered brain chemicals so it'll help in Stiles case." 

"How long?" I asked. 

"Two weeks tops." 

"I be better?" 

"Hopefully you'll at least feel normal. Jordan, Scott, and the rest of the pack can help make you better." 

"Thanks." Stiles smiled at Deaton. 

"You're welcome Stiles. I'll be back in two weeks. Scott  will you look after the clinic?" Scott nodded and Deaton left as Stiles yawned and looked at me. 

"You want to go to bed?" I asked. He nodded and I stood up grabbing my bag and carried it along with Stiles to his room. 

"I'll call my mom and let her know what happened. Night Parrish, Night Stiles." 

"Good Night Scott." 

"Night Night Bubby."