It had been a long day for Stiles. He had a nearly impossible workload dumped on him from his boss, with only a small amount of time to do it. He didn't blame Kevin-his boss- or scold his job because in all actuality, Kevin was his friend who has been over to dinner many times, and he loved his work at the station. But, it had been a long day, and all Stiles could think about as he drove back home was getting to lay down and hold Dylan.

They had been together for almost 3 and a half years now, and Stiles was thankful for every moment. He had been in Neptune, North Carolina for 6 years now, and although it was an escape at first, it was like he belonged there all along. He had a loyal group of friends who he could tell cared deeply for him and his fiance. He had found a job he loved and excelled at, and could provide a beautiful house with. He was getting married in 2 months, and he had been clean for nearly 4 and a half years.

He always thought about how things could have been, how they would have been had he not had a wake up call in the form of his Dad's heart attack. It had been the only time he had been back to Beacon Hills, and he made sure that he had not seen any of the people from his old life. All he cared about was his dad, even though he hated the way his dad looked at him when he visited in the hospital. He could tell his dad knew of his problem-his addictions, the people problem had been discussed a couple months after he left and finally contacted his dad.

While he visited his father, he had to constantly face the disappointment, although his dad never said anything, and he was scared for his dad's health. He knew his problems were no help and he vowed on the first night he saw his dad in the hospital that when he got back to Neptune, he would do better.

It was the anniversary of his first year clean that he met Dylan at a coffee shop on the way to 4th Friday at his new job as a research assistant at the lab that worked on neurodiseases.

Stiles' face broke out into a smile as he pulled up into the driveway, but as soon as he got to the door it vanished. Something felt off. He walked in and called Dylan's name, getting a small 'here' from the living room.

This Can't Be Right he thought as he turned the corner of the hallway and saw five people he thought he'd never see - and after this long didn't want to see- every again from a life long forgotten.

"Stiles?" Scott practically whispered.