The Hale Twins [Sterek] [Hobrien]

Chapter 21

"That can't be possible. It is literally impossible." Dylan laughed after hearing Thomas' story. He quickly stopped when he looked around the room and noticed that no one else was laughing with him. "No," his voice was hardly a whisper.

"You're positive that it was her? It's been years, Tommy; she was only 10 when you lost her." Hanna reached her hand out to grab his; she jumped when he pulled his hand back, beginning to shout.

"Of course, I'm sure! I know my baby sister! Just because it's been almost ten years doesn't mean I don't know her scent!" Thomas' shout quickly became a sob. "She still smells like vanilla and lavender. Just like our mother did." His voice was quiet as Hanna pulled him into her arms.

Stiles ushered everyone out of the room. "Stiles," Dylan started.

"Let's all talk in the living room." Stiles weakly smiled at him.

The pack stood in the living room quietly until Hanna walked down the stairs, "I knocked him out with a little wolfsbane. Hopefully, we'll have a plan to tell him when he wakes up." She sighed, sitting next to Stiles and Dylan on the couch.

"Why do you all seem so calm about the fact that Thomas believes that he saw his dead sister, perfectly alive?" Dylan asked, looking between the pack.

"Because we've seen it before." Scott sighed.

"I brought Peter back to life. Against my will, but I still did it." Lydia shrugged.

"I saved Cora from dying by giving up my Alpha powers," Derek muttered.

"I slashed Kate Argent's throat, and well, let's not think about that." Peter looked around the room at the glares he was being given.

"Basically, it's not common, but not unheard of." Dylan groaned.

Tyler stood in the corner, trying to find an explanation; it didn't make sense. "What if..." His eyes connected with Stiles'. "What if it's a combination of all of those things?" Tyler questioned, walking into the center of the room.

"What do you mean?" Poor Scott, always the slow one.

"No, he's got a point," Stile stood, beginning to move his hands as he spoke. Or do his 'Stiles thing,' as Tyler calls it. "From what Hanna told us about the attack, Thomas took his sister's life because he didn't want the Argents to kill her."

"And by that point, their father and his betas were already dead, meaning Thomas was the Alpha and never had the time to register it." Tyler continued Stiles' thinking. "So Thomas, in turn, transferred the Alpha powers to his sister in hopes of saving her without knowing it, but still caused enough damage that it did seem like she died, but put her into such a deep coma that she went into some sort of astral plane."

Hanna's expression was concerned about hearing the theory. When I checked her, she was gone. Her spirit would have been in the astral plane for that to be possible."

"What if it was like the nogitsune's world? When we had to pull Stiles out." Lydia looked to Scott and Stiles.

"That could explain that in a way. It's still so hard to know." Stiles bit the tip of his thumb. "It still doesn't explain how she came back, though."

"I have a theory." Chris stepped forward. "Or more of a knowing. Back then, Gerard would take bodies to do experiments with. I didn't know about it until years later. Even if you buried the body, he would have dug up every one of them to find the ones he wanted. It's possible they figured out she held the Alpha power and was still alive. He's sadly one of the most resourceful men I've ever met." He explained.

"So Gerard brought her back to use her as a weapon." Derek shook his head; he hadn't felt this much guilt about something that happened so many years ago in a long time. In a way, this was his fault.

"Alright, here's the plan," Stiles grinned.

"Oh boy, everyone, put your seatbelts on. We're going for a long ride," Tyler smirked at his best friend. It was finally time.