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Chapter One.
Location: Beacon Hills
Seven Years Ago.
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“You need to leave Stiles.” The whole pack was staring at him with thinly veiled anger and annoyance, but Derek was the only one who was speaking. The big bad alpha.
Well, at least he wasn’t as bad as Peter had been. Peter had not been a great alpha. He wasn’t that bad of a beta though. Helped out when he was needed. Didn’t commit many crimes in his spare time.
Was still the creepy uncle though. Peter would never escape that.
“Like leave the loft Sour Wolf? I didn’t think me being here was such a big deal? This is pack night right? And the last time I checked, I was pack.” Stiles was confused. He didn’t know what the fuck was going on.
Allison had gotten out of the hospital after two months since the final fight with the Nogistune and the Oni. Thankfully she had lived. The pack decided to have a welcome home night and order in food and watch movies. Just some good ole bonding time.
Stiles had been having a shit week. Filled with nightmares and panic attacks. But he had still decided to come to pack night. Even if he could barely look at anyone without feeling the crushing weight of guilt on his chest.
But here he was.
“No Stiles. You need to leave the town. You’re not welcome here anymore You’re not pack anymore.” Derek’s voice was firm and determined and Stiles didn’t know what to do.
They were kicking him out.
Stiles felt numb. He knew that he should feel angry, he should feel something. But he was just empty. It reminded him of how he felt after his mom had died.
“Why?” Stiles tried to make his voice strong, but it came out like a broken whisper. Everyone in the room heard it though. Even Lydia and Allison who didn’t have supernatural hearing could make out the single word.
Derek just shrugged. “I’m the alpha, I don’t need a reason.”
He was also a fucking asshole.
Maybe Stiles needed to revisit the idea that Derek was a better alpha than Peter. They both seemed to suck ass.
Stiles just stared. “Scottie?”
His best friend looked at him and the look of anger in his eyes made Stiles want to run away and hide. “You heard Derek. You’re not wanted here anymore.”
The whole pack watched as a single tear rolled down Stiles' face. They watched mutely as it rolled off his face and dropped onto the concrete floor of the loft.
“O-okay then. I’ll be gone by tonight.”
As soon as he walked out of the doors and was out of ear range Scott turned to Derek. “Was that one hundred percent necessary? You didn’t have to tell him to leave town.” Scott looked like someone had kicked his dog.
“We have to protect him, Scott, and that means getting him the hell out of this town.”
Scott just nodded.
Everyone felt like shit. Had they truly done the right thing? Well it was too late to fix it now.
And true to his word, Stiles was gone by nightfall.
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Present Day
Location: Classified.
“It’s time for you to go home, Stiles.” Stiles had been having a pretty good day. Work was easy for him the past couple weeks. Who knew the bad guys liked to take summer off? And he was perfectly content with that. Hell he was elated.
Less work for him meant more time for him to do nothing. Maybe he would get shit face drunk. Maybe he would host a party. Maybe he would go on a date. (Ha.) Maybe he would rob a bank. The possibilities were endless. He now had the time and ability to do anything that he wanted.
But Tory was throwing a wrench in those theoretical plans. Tory had been his boss for the past half a decade. She had been there for him when he was in the lowest points of his life. She had been there for him when he was desperately trying to scrub the blood off of his hands.
Literally and metaphorically.
But she had also been with him through some of the better parts of his life.
Better, not good.
The ‘good moments’ of life had ended alongside Mia. Well in actuality the ‘good moments’ had ended when Stiles had been kicked out of the pack. The ‘great moments’ had died alongside Mia.
He trusted Tory more than anyone else he knew at this point. He went along with her orders even if he thought she was out of her mind. He listened to her advice. Stiles respected her.
But not even all the respect and trust in the world could make Stiles want to go along with this. There was no way in hell he was going back to hell. Back to the town which had raised him. Back to the town that had broken him.
Fucking Beacon Hills.
So Stiles tried to deflect. “What do you mean Tory? I am home.” He made a show of gesturing around the room of the million dollar apartment he currently lived in. Money wasn’t an issue anymore because of his line of work.
She simply raised an unimpressed brow at him.
What was it with the people Stiles hung out with and their eyebrows?
Stiles sighed and slumped down into the black leather chair he had been standing in front of. He really didn’t want to go back to Beacon Hills.
“Is it a case?” Stiles asked hopefully.
If it was a case, he would be able to go back, kill whoever he needed dead, and then never step foot in the wretched town again.
“Matters how you look at it.” Tory usually wasn’t one to be cryptic. Most of the time she was brutally straightforward and honest no matter who she was talking to. Another attribute which Stiles liked about her.
Stiles made a gesture with his hand for her to explain.
“Your dad has been shot.” Stiles froze.
“My…dad? The sheriff, my dad?” Tory just stared at him unimpressed and blinked as she waited for it to register with Stiles.
Sure enough his confusion quickly transformed into anger and the look that was now in his eyes was cold and calculating. Tory never wanted to be on the wrong end of that look. Or the cause of it. To her credit though, she showed no outward signs of being intimidated.
She had seen some of the most powerful people in the world cower and beg for mercy when Stiles looked at them like that.
The Angel of Death.
“Who?” The one word was hissed by Stiles with such venom and power behind it.
Stiles was pissed. Sure he hadn't been back home in seven years, he hadn’t talked to his dad or anyone else in five, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care about them. They were still his family. They might not be his pack anymore, but they were his family. And he would do anything for his family.
Especially his dad. The man had raised Stiles, and Stiles wasn’t there to protect him when he needed him.
“He was shot with a single 204 bullet inches away from his heart while he was hunting down a killer from a recent case. Forensics say that the bullet was a handmade hollow point bullet. Untraceable. It missed all vital organs so he’ll make a recovery in a couple of months max. He’s in a coma. Everything was untrackable, and there was no evidence left behind to point towards someone.”
Stiles didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to do something. He wanted to hunt down the man who hurt his father and make him beg for mercy. But there was no trail.
How could he make any progress on this? They should leave it to the Sheriff.
Oh wait. Someone shot the Sheriff.
The wrath burned in his veins.
“Stiles, we're giving you a couple months off from work.” His head snapped up towards hers, but before he could say anything she raised a hand to silence him. “This has nothing to do with your abilities to execute your missions. You need time off. If we need you, you’ll get a call.”
He nodded stiffly. He couldn’t go against direct orders from the director herself. He had that much respect for her authority.
“How much can I tell them?”
Tory tilted her head slightly looking at him curiously. “Planning on talking to them?” After one really bad night, Stiles had gotten drunk and told Tory everything. Werewolves, Scott, the Pack, Mia. All of it. Thankfully she already knew about the supernatural.
Stiles just shrugged. “I’m going to have to explain the past seven years somehow.” Stiles knew that they would ask questions. So many questions. He needed to know if he was supposed to lie about everything.
For some reason the idea of lying to them made him feel funny. He didn’t want to lie to them.
Maybe he could just skip the whole talking to them stage and just punch them a couple times. He could pack a mean punch now.
Or maybe he would stab them. It was the least they deserved for what they did to him.
“Tell them whatever you want. Just make sure they know that the CIA isn’t above killing wolves if they have to.”
Stiles chuckled slightly. “I don’t think they’ve become that stupid in the past seven years.”
It was Tory’s turn to shrug. “You never know.” And with that she turned around and walked silently towards the door she had walked in through minutes earlier.
Stiles sighed as he heard the door click shut and rubbed a hand down his face.
Fuck.
Looks like Stiles Stilinski was going back to Beacon Hills.
He needed a drink.
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Location: Beacon Hills, New Pack House
“Do you think he’s going to show up?” Scott’s voice was hopeful. He missed his best friend. He missed Stiles. And even if it was terrible that the Sheriff had been shot, maybe something good would come of it.
Like Stiles coming back to town.
Derek gave him a knowing glance from across the pack room. Surprisingly, the room had been Peter’s idea. Apparently it was something that they used to have at the old Hale House before the fire. A large room which was basically a communal living room with tables and pull out couches, lots of beanbags and a massive TV.
It was the place in the house, which was built on the ashes of the Hale House, that the pack spent the most time in.
No one spoke. Everyone had been thinking the same thing. All of them wanted Stiles to come back. All of them wanted to know what had happened to him.
They had kicked him out of the pack to keep him safe, but they had still kept tabs on him. Thanks to Danny they figured out that he had gotten into The Ohio State University on a scholarship and that he was studying criminology.
They had been happy for him. Glad that he was finally moving on with his life.
But then one day two years after Stiles left, he had just disappeared. All records of him vanished. It was like he had never existed in the first place.
The pack waited for weeks for information on him but they had got none. Eventually Scott got the courage to ask the Sheriff. But as soon as John opened the door and saw that it was Scott, he slammed the door in his face.
He had tried again and again, but to no avail. There was even a mountain ash border around the Stilinski house, so no werewolf could get in.
Eventually Scott gave up.
Jackson, Peter, and Isaac all believed that he had died.
The rest of them refused to believe it. Why would all his records be erased if he had simply died? It made no sense.
They just had to wait and see if Stiles would come back.
Hopefully he would come back.
Hopefully he could forgive them for what they did all those years ago.