Remember Me

[spookymiscreant]

Summary: What if stiles met Peter in the two year window between his mother's death and the Hale fire?

Though, there's always a fire. There's always a man. There's always a city.

Does loving someone actually change anything?
Chapters: 1/8  Completed on Ao3 Words: 17,501

“Honey where’s the phone?” A seemingly innocent question.

“Mommy it’s on the counter.” Stiles answered from his spot on the floor surrounded by Halloween coloring books.

“How on Earth could it be on the counter? The cord can’t reach that far.” Stiles stopped coloring as he processed those words.

He had noticed his dad getting more and more nervous, had noticed the multiple trips out to some place he wasn’t allowed to go with. Despite his parent’s increasingly suspicious actions Stiles had just shrugged it off and enjoyed his time with Scott while they were gone. His mom was acting weird, not suspicious. Stiles had no reason to be as worried as he was, but his mom was his favorite person in the whole world and she should’ve known they didn’t have a corded phone.

“Mommy? We threw away the phone with the cord a long time ago. Don’t you ‘member?” He asked, his head tilting to the left as he glanced over his mom making sure she wasn’t hurt or something.

“Oh! Yes I remember now sweet baby!” She laughed as she said it, but it wasn’t her normal happy laugh and that made Stiles nervous.

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“Well hello there cutie.” Stiles loved when his mommy called him nice things.

“Hi!” he chirped happily bouncing on his toes.

“Did you lose your parents? Want me to help you find them?” Claudia asked with a kind smile as she crouched in front of him.

“M-Mommy?” Stiles asked confused by the game his mommy was playing.

“My husband’s a police officer, let’s go find him so he can help!” Claudia cheered, grabbing his hand and walking to his father.

“Hey darling! A precious little boy needs some help finding his parents, wanna help me look for them?” Claudia asked her husband, her hand still firmly holding her son’s.

“Sure thing my love. What’s your-“ Noah stopped short when he turned around and saw Stiles.

“Stiles, baby boy, can you go wait in the car? Me and your mommy will meet you out there in a little bit, okay?” Stiles smiled at his daddy, happy that someone was finally making sense.

He waited in the car, making sure to buckle himself into his booster seat. Mrs.Mcall was the one that came to get him, not his daddy.

“Hello there sunshine!” Melissa smiled at him as she opened the door.

“Hi Mrs.Melissa! Do you know how long mommy and daddy are going to be inside? I’ve been waiting for them because daddy told me to, but I’m bored!” He whined, though he was still smiling at his friend’s mom.

Her face flickered for a second, her smile dropping, before she said, “Your daddy took your mommy out for some candy. I’m here to take you and Scott out for some ice cream, which is better right?”

Stiles nodded because ice cream was better than candy, especially if his daddy was the one picking out the candy. He always picked out the gross ones like Swedish Fish and those weird root beer barrels.

-

“What are you doing in my house?” The question stopped Stiles in his tracks.

“Mommy? What do you mean? I live here wich you.” Stiles was now worried, this was the second time his mommy forgot him.

“No you do not. You must be here to steal something. You need to go! My husbands a deputy and I’ll have you arrested! Get out of here right now!” His mommy was screaming at him.

Stiles had never heard his mommy scream, much less at him. Stiles has been in trouble, more often than not actually, but his parent’s never yelled at him for it. This was new and Stiles was scared. He dropped his pencil and ran out the door before she could throw the book in her hand. He knew that he shouldn’t be crying, that clearly he had done something wrong and his mommy had finally stopped being patient with his mess ups.

He was startled out of his dark thoughts when a big big dog was suddenly beside him, but maybe he wasn’t suddenly there maybe he had been walking beside Stiles for a while. Stiles really hadn’t been paying attention as he wandered around crying.

“H-hullo there. Are you gonna walk with me? That’s nice of you Mr. Doggy.” Stiles muttered through his tears.

The dog huffed beside him and Stiles gave a small laugh before saying, “You’re right that’s not a good name. I’ll come up with something better I promise.”

He hesitantly raised his hand and pushed it through the dog’s fur, hoping he wasn’t going to make it mad like he’d made his mommy.

“I made mommy mad. Sh-She thought I was a boogerler and that I wanted to hurt her. I’d never hurt my mommy! I don’t like mommy when she’s that mad, so I’m gonna stay out of the house for a little bit. I didn’t mean to make her mad. She’s my favoritest person in the world!” Stiles vented his thoughts to the quiet dog beside him.

“You’re really big for a puppy. All dogs are puppies by the way so I’m gonna call you a puppy if I wanna. Why are you so big? You’re as tall as me and I’m the tallest boy in the third grade!” He smiled at the big black dog.

“Fluffy!” Stiles shouted throwing his hands in the arm.

The dog stopped and turned to face Stiles, who was standing still with a bright smile and dry tears on his freckled face. The dog tilted his head as he waited for Stiles to elaborate.

“You’re name is Fluffy!! Cause you’re a big scary black dog like Hagrid’s!! You don’t have three heads but that’s okay!” Stiles smiled at the dog before stepping forward and placing his hand slowly on the dog’s head.

The dog huffed again, but lowered his head slightly to let Stiles pet him, which made Stiles smiled so wide it hurt.

“My daddy’s a police ocifer! He gets to play with big puppies too. Not as big as you though!” Stiles exclaimed as he continued walking.

“If you wanna you can come home with me. We have a big back yard! It has trees in the backyard! A lot of trees make a forest so my backyard is actually part of a forest! Isn’t that cool?” Stiles asked his head tilting like the dog’s.

Before the dog could do anything like yip or bark it suddenly stopped and turned its head so it was looking behind them. Stiles was about to ask the puppy what was wrong when it turned back to him and licked his face before running off into the dark forest.

“I guess he didn’t want to come home with me. I don’t blame him. Mommy’s scary when she’s mad and I’m gonna asidentily make her mad again. I don’t mean to be bad.” His words ended in a sob as fresh tear spilled from his eyes.

“Stiles! Stiles oh my god I found you!” Stiles turned to find his daddy getting out of his bright, loud car, “Come here angel. My sweet baby boy why did you leave? You’re mommy called and said someone was in the house but you weren’t there when I came to check on you two.” Noah was panting as he dropped to his knees and pulled his son into his arms.

“D-Daddy! Mommy th-thought I was trynna h-h-hurt her! Th-Thought I was a robber! T-told me to go!” Stiles wailed in his father’s arms, clutching his uniform tightly.

-

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Scott whispered.

“Scott I gotta know what’s wrong with my mommy!” Stiles snapped as he turned back to the computer.

“But we’re supposed to be in the cafeteria not the liberry!” Scott whined.

Stiles just shook his head and ignored him.

“We’re gonna get in trouble!!” Scott whined louder.

Stiles closed his eyes for a moment to breathe.

“It’s gotta be either All-z-heemers or D-men-ti-a. They both cause memory loss and para-no-ia. There’s no cure. My mommy is going to keep forgetting me.” Stiles finished with a whimper and bolted out the door.

Stiles didn’t realize he was running until he was out the front doors of the school and tearing down sidewalk. He didn’t know where he was going, he just needed to get away. Soon he was passing the high school’s lacrosse field and into the woods. He knew better than to wander the forest in a distressed state but being around people felt suffocating. Stiles had always liked the woods they were calm and quiet, so unlike his world. He knew the woods behind his house well, but these woods were different, more chaotic. Darker.

Stiles stumbled over a root and landed face first in mud.

“Great! Just great! My mommy is forgetting me, my daddy knows, but wouldn’t tell me, Mrs. Melissa always looks at me like she’s gonna cry, and now I’m covered in dumb mud out in the middle of the dumb woods instead of in dumb school! I don’t wanna be in trouble anymore! I don’t want mommy to hate me anymore! I don’t want daddy to cry again! I don’t wanna go home anymore! I’m gonna live out here in the woods!” Stiles was so angry, his blood was roaring in his ears as he screamed and thrashed around.

A soft, wet nose was suddenly nudging his cheek. Stiles shot up with a startled squawk as his eyes scanned his surroundings.

“Fluffy?” he asked softly, his head tilting to the left.

The dog dipped his head in greeting before sitting back on his hind legs.

“I missed you.” Stiles sighed, his fury dissipating as he smiled softly at the dog.

Fluffy leaned forward and licked his cheek making Stiles giggle.

“You’re so nice to me.” He had started with a smile, but that quickly faded as a sob tore out of his mouth

Fluffy whined quietly and shuffled forward so that they were leaning together. Stiles leaned his face into Fluffy’s fur and cried.

-

Stiles didn’t remember how he made it home, but he woke up curled up on the couch with a blanket covering him.

Stiles had woken up to his daddy yelling his name. He had scared his daddy by running away, and now he was grounded.

That was fair, so Stiles stuck to his punishment; no more going to the Mcall house after school, no more video games, no more computer. Stiles decided to start running through the woods in his backyard. He never went too far in case his dad came home, but he didn’t stay too close incase his mom forgot him again. Stiles doesn’t know if she ever remembered him again. He hid from her, made sure they were only together if his daddy was home too.

Stiles was on his way back when he heard a short scream and a loud thump from his house. He ran back as fast as he could, that had been Claudia’s scream. He ran straight into the house and to his collapsed mother. He skidded to a halt beside her as she started screaming again.

“Get away! Get away from me! I won’t let you kill me! Demon! Monster! Someone help me! He’s going to kill me!” His mommy screamed and screamed as she twisted away from him trying to drag her broken leg as quickly as she could.

“Mommy?” Stiles voice broke as he watched her crawl away and call him a demon.

He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to help her, but she was trying to get away from him. He started backing away so that maybe she’d stop moving and hurting herself more. His back hit the back door and he slid into the floor. He couldn’t get to her phone to call his daddy, he couldn’t help her, he couldn’t do anything.

“C-Call your husband! Call Noah!” Stiles shouted at his mom as tears fell down his face.

She must have heard him because she fumbled for the phone in her pocket, “I don’t know how to use this! What is this! Where is my cell phone?”

“Claudia slide it to me! I’ll call Noah!” It made his skin crawl to call his parents anything other than mommy and daddy, but it seemed to be calming her down.

Claudia started shaking her head wildly shouting her disagreement to his idea. Before Stiles could do anything a dark hair man was crashing through the door.

“Mrs.Stilinski! Stop moving! We’ve got to get you to a hospital!” The man yelled over her screams as he picked her up like she weighed nothing.

“P-Peter? Peter Hale?” Claudia asked, her voice sounding scratchy and strained.

“Yes ma’am. Let’s get you to a doctor.” The man, Peter Hale, said as he turned back towards the door.

“Please take care of my mom.” Stiles whispered as he curled in on himself.

The man’s head whipped around to him, his eyes flashing in the light.

“Sweet boy you’re coming with. Her leg’s going to be fine but we need to go. I called the station and your dad is going to meet us there.” Peter assured him before stepping out the door.

Stiles followed slowly, scared that he was going to upset his mother again. He didn’t need to worry because it seemed she had fallen asleep in the back seat of Peter’s car. Stiles stood in front of the car fiddling with his sleeves, wondering what to do now, when a warm hand landed on his shoulder. Stiles looked up and found himself reassured by the blue eyes and kind smile he found on Peter’s face.

“Let’s go sweet boy.” Peter’s calm voice soothing Stiles’ panic.

“Thank you. She’s my favoritest person in world. She needs to be okay. She has to be.” Stiles quietly pleaded as he got into the passenger seat and buckled himself in.

Peter watched the boy get in and smiled to himself, “I know angel.”