ANOTHER STORY ANOTHER TIME

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO * TRUTH HURTS

The flight from New Orleans to Los Angeles was a little over three hours long, just about everyone was asleep accept Peter and Pete who were getting acquainted, and Isaac was talking quietly to Jacob. They left in one of Chris's friend's private planes at 0230 hours that put their arrival time at approximately 0330 hours since LA was 2 hours behind.

Peter was very happy meeting young Pete; He felt his family was a little bit bigger today than yesterday. 

"Your mother and I were close growing up, when we were children, she spent time in the condo we just left. Malia was a wild child like myself, we used to take my father's convertible and cruise the town at night when everyone was asleep." Pete looked shocked, 

"My mom was very strict with me while I was growing up." He smiled, "She is in Governor's Point now. When my folks divorced, mom kept dads last name, she was very worried about the name Hale after that horrible fire." Peter sighed,

 "I'm just very happy to know that you were not in attendance that evening." Pete looked out the window, 

"Yeah, dad wanted mom to stay away from her side of the family, as he called you all, Way word Losers." Peter smirked,

 "Your father wasn't big fan to the supernatural, I believe his family had ties to the hunters in Beacon Hills, but I couldn't prove it."

Chris woke up, glancing across the plane, he looked at the group of men he led in a successful rescue, he turned to see Michael doting over Stiles, Peter and Pete were still chatting, Isaac and Jacob were getting know each other, with Ethan and Jackson laying in the back row.

 Michael looked at Stiles and continued to pet his hair, he was feeling an overwhelming rush of affection for Stiles, from the moment they kissed at the abandoned park, his attachment grew substantially, he had no idea why, there wasn't a reference book to help guide them through their change. Stiles had somehow managed to lay his head on Michael's lap. He was feeling at odds with himself, the memory lapses were draining him emotionally. The one thing Stiles did know, was he was crazy for Michael. 

Chris could see Michael's eyes, it was as though Michael was "drinking in" Stiles features with his eyes, mesmerized, he inhaled through his nose as his lips formed a smile. Chris stood up an sat across from Michael and Stiles. 

"How are you holding up." Michael looked at Stiles laying there, 

"I'm ok, pretty sure I have a couple broken ribs, but I'm more concerned about him, when we land, I want to get him to the hospital as soon as we can." Chris looked at him patiently,

 "That's not going to be a problem, is he still having memory lapses?" Michael shook his head yes, 

"Sir, I can't lose him, he was all I thought of while they were torturing us. His smile kept me sane." Chris looked serious, 

"Hold on to that love son, oh and when we get time, I will try to help you through your new dilemma." Chris looked at the tears in his eyes, 

"Your father is in Beacon Hills; he has a big offer for you guys." Chris smiled, then he kneeled down and placed his hand on Stiles's head, combing his hair lovingly, 

"Don't worry Michael, if there's one thing I know about Stiles, he is a fighter and he will pull through this, plus, my fiancé' will take good care of him, Sergeant you have joined a large group of misfits, who would fight for one another at all costs." He got up to walk away, but turned back and quietly informed him, "Never be afraid to ask for help, likewise never be afraid to extend a hand if you can. This group of people are very independent individuals and not big at asking for help, a matter of fact, most will hide their problem rather than ask for assistance." He pointed at Stiles, who moved his head just a tad, patting Michael on the shoulder, he walked to the front of the plane. Peter looked at Chris,