Stiles pushed through the crowd, desperately searching for a particular dark haired boy. Unfortunately it seemed like every person was a brunette, though none the same rich shade of black.
"Son, hold up!"
"Dad, I've got to find him."
"He's okay, I promise Stiles. He's okay."
Stiles shook off his father's restraining hand and plunged even further into the melee, his heart beating in his chest when he didn't see the right face. He had written proof he was coming home, but until he held his soldier-boy in his arms, he couldn't believe. Life wasn't often fair to Stilinski men, and he feared this would prove the same.
"Stiles," a much beloved voice whispered, but he heard it. Stiles would always hear him regardless of time and distance.
"Scott!" he cried, tears of joy and anxiousness slipping down his cheeks unheeded.
The figure in Army pixilated greens and grays was frail and reedy, unlike the brash healthy boy who went to war eons again, but Stiles didn't care. He was home. He was home!
A/N: I was watching the new video for Carrie Underwood's song "See You Again," and saw a few random moments of soldiers returning to their loved ones. I instantly had a flash of Stiles searching for a beloved face in the crowd and terrified he wouldn't find it because that's just how his luck turns out.