I'm Sorry

                                    

                                          
Stiles hated sleep. Especially since he learned about the supernatural. The nightmares didn't start there but they definitely got worse. At first, they were of his mom. She would scream at him and tell him so many hurtful things. He had those nightmares for a while. Then he had nightmares of Peter. Him in his twisted grotesque Alpha form. Chasing him through the woods. And Stiles always being too slow. Then he had nightmares of Gerard. And what happened in his basement replaying over and over. Then his dad being taken by the Darach. And of course, the hell that was the Nogitsune. All the fucked up nightmares that added to his ever-growing list. His father dying set his soul on fire. He was the only one who held him up and then he left Stiles. Then Scott. It was his fault Scott got dragged in and it made it his fault when he died. Lydia dying broke his heart. He loved her so much but he knew the feelings would never be returned. Derek's death hit him hard. Even though they fought on everything they were close. After Liam died he lost all that Scott left behind. Malia's death was harder than most. She was his anchor as much as he was hers. Even though the Peter in his time was a devious man. His death played in Stiles nightmares. And now he could never escape them. Even when he woke. He was alone. Even though he went back in time and is fixing the world order. Things will never be the same. He'll never see his friends again. And that was the worst nightmare of them all.
                          
When Stiles woke he was exhausted. His eyes were puffy and he had a headache. He wasn't sure where he was for a second. Obviously a bedroom. But not his or any he's ever been in. There was a slight knock on the door. It was quiet but Stiles still jumped a bit. He did a quick finger check. 
                          
And said "Yes?" In question. Peter walked in. 
                          
"There's food downstairs." Stiles nodded. But he wasn't hungry. "We'd like to ask you some questions as well." Peter was trying to be sensitive. It was new to Stiles. His Peter wasn't like this. It was basically evil and sass. He kinda missed it. Especially there back and forth. It was good times. 
                          
"That's fine." Stiles slowly got himself out of the bed. And followed Peter out of the room. As they walked Stiles took in his surroundings. It was definitely the Hale house. But it was more than he imagined. It had a real homey feel to it. There were many pictures of Talia's kids on the wall. They eventually got into the dining room and Peter gave Stiles a plate full of food. Stile took a seat. He started to move his food around his plate. Talia watched him closely.
                          
 "So Stiles." Stiles looked up. 
                          
"Yeah?" He asked a little startled. 
                          
"I appreciate that you shared this information with us. But I'm curious how you came across it?" Stiles looked at Peter. 
                          
"I said I couldn't explain it." Talia nodded 
                          
"That's fine." She said as to placate Stiles. 
                          
"How do you know the Argents?" Stiles' face turned angry at remembering Kate and then a feeling of fear for Gerard. But then sad because of Allison. 
                          
"I've been in contact with their family a few times." He would answer Talia's questions but it didn't mean he had to give good answers. 
                          
"I see. How do you know so much about my family?" Talia straightened a bit more. This was a hard question to answer. All that he learned about the Hale family was from the remaining family in his time and computer research. 
                          
"I can't answer that either." Stiles scratched his head and looked at the table. 
                          
"Fine. Did you come from another pack?" Stiles looked at Talia again. 
                          
"Yes." She nodded.
                          
 "Who was the Alpha?" Stiles' lips thinned. 
                          
"I can't say." Talia sighed.
                          
 "Are they making you not tell us?" Stiles shook his head. 
                          
"No no, I just can't tell you." Talia hummed. She turned to Peter and asked turning back. 
                          
"Did you raid the vet?" Stiles looks sheepish. 
                          
"Uh yeah. My bad. I was trying to hide my scent. Tell Deaton I'm sorry." Talia tilted her head. Very animal-like. 
                          
"You know Deaton?" Crap. 
                          
"Uh... Yes, but he wouldn't remember me." She nodded. 
                          
"You have no belongings are you not from here?" Stiles thinks about telling a lie but ops for the truth. 
                          
"No. I lived here my whole life. I just have nothing left." Stiles face changed. Talia stood. 
                          
"Thank you for answering my questions. I may have more for you later but you're allowed to stay as long as you like." Stiles got up as well. 
                          
"Thank you, Alpha Hale. I was thinking of going for a walk through town to clear my head excuse me." Stiles politely half bowed and left.