The TW gang is all aged 10 years in this story. I'm not sure about all the pairings at this point. We obviously will have Isaac and an OC, Stiles and Derek. Beyond that I'm not sure who will make an appearance.
Like my other story I'm going to take some liberties with what has been generally accepted Werewolf abilities. Don't worry it won't be anything stupid like being able to fly or anything ridiculous. Just my own "wouldn't it be cool if" kinds of changes.
If you think I'm updating too slowly feel free to poke me once in a while to remind me to not get distracted.
OH yeah I don't own any Teen Wolf characters.
The plan was simple. Sell or donate as much as possible. Put what's left in storage. Buy a small (but nice!) trailer and live in it while working in different parts of the country as an IT consultant. After what had happened he had decided he needed to put some distance between himself and Texas, so he could make a clean start someplace else. Finally with a since of immense satisfaction the house went on the market and happily sold within a few weeks. Month's of planning were finally coming together and he knew it was time to put everything behind him and get on with his life.
It had been a busy year. Paul had identified several areas in his life that he wanted change in and had fought to stick to his plan. He'd managed to pay off all of his debt, get back his youthful figure that had turned more and more pear shaped as he approached his 30's, get some paper behind his experience to make himself more marketable to recruiters, and finally get the house fixed up enough to sell. The certifications had been the most work. He'd acquired over the past year what most people take years to accumulate. With 30 pounds gone he finally had the body he'd always envied others for. He'd channeled that same discipline into the other areas and now was debt free with a comfortably large savings account. The certifications had helped him land multiple lucrative contracts for work in several different states.
"So which of these are sure things? I hate to commit to something and then at the last minute find myself in a bind." Paul is talking to his recruiter who had set up several assignments for him. "They are all done deals the contracts have been signed and the start dates are as solid as they get. Which means they could change or be canceled at a moment's notice. That's why contract pay is higher though it's not as stable or steady as a normal 9-5 job." Paul nods even though the voice on the phone wouldn't see. "That makes sense. So I've got 2 months in Flagstaff Arizona, one week in Grants Pass Oregon and then 6 months in…. What's that town again?" Paul says shoving papers around on his desk. "Beacon Hills" comes the answer. "Yeah just found that one Beacon Hills." Paul says looking at the contract description. "OK I think that's everything I needed to know. I'm going to get online and find out where I'm going to be staying." "Sounds like an adventure I'm going to head out early for the day if you need anything else you have my cell number. Have a good weekend."
Off the phone Paul sighs and looks around the empty room. Everything had been packed and stored, or sold/given away. He'd picked up his slightly used 16' Airstream trailer the day before. It cost a small fortune but was worth it due to the quality and light weight. His small SUV only being able to pull 5000 pounds Paul had needed to find something light weight. Not wanting to feel like he was camping every day he'd aimed high and splurged on the more upscale camper. Making one last pass through the house to make sure he hasn't left anything Paul smiles and walks out the front door locking it behind him. "Good bye and good riddance." He says to himself. Worst financial mistake ever buying that shit hole. He thinks smirking as he walks across the lawn towards the street and his waiting Toyota Forerunner and Airstream trailer.
As he heads down the street and makes his way towards the highway Paul thinks he's going to find some fun and see some interesting things. The smile on his face almost giving the impression that he knows what is waiting for him in the small sleepy town of Beacon Hills California.
