Criminal activity was down. It was a good thing, a much deserved Beacon Hills Sheriff's department, has been far from busy. Today was different though, there had been a car accident. A lone jeep had rolled and started on fire. The call came in too late. The teenage boy didn't survive.

Both deputies called to the scene felt as if they had been hit by a train, and wished they actually had. The sheriff's boy; everybody knew that jeep. Crushed metal and scorch marks be damned, they still knew the unsalvageable behemoth.

Stiles Stilinski was no longer living.

The unreal scene had been taped off and blocked with road blocks. The mood was suffocating, quiet and oh so heavy. They had all known Stiles most of his life, the mouthy shit was family.

"Sheriff, you don't need to be here. We- we have it covered," Deputy Pendleton stuttered in an unnatural high voice, unable to meet John Stilinski's eyes.

TAMT

Isaac was under Stiles' skin in the best, worst, way imaginable and he had never seen any of it coming. Stiles almost fell completely in love with Isaac and had fallen right into the trap in the process. Peter had Stiles right where he wanted him. And, God, there seemed to be no way out. Then his jeep crashed and it started on fire.

After Derek's departure, Stiles found himself without the pack. He realized that his loyalty had unknowingly been to Derek, and Derek wasn't a part of the pack any longer. A weight was lifted from his shoulders and he didn't completely understand it, but he went along with it and it felt great. His renewed, stronger friendship with Scott was once again on the rocks. Without Derek and the pack, it seemed, that the Sciles bromance was doomed. Being honest with himself, they had started growing apart before the whole werewolf debacle. Stiles was okay, and that was what hurt. Scott had been his best friend for as long as he could remember and none of this was bothering him at all. The alpha pack had brought them closer together, but apparently that wasn't enough. Their friendship was an easily severed tie; they were always supposed to go in different directions and it was finally happening. It stung, a lot. All his books and research and other supplies were packed up and waiting for Lydia. Stiles wanted to get back to things he used to enjoy. He dusted off his old drum kit and pulled it down from the attic, remembering how much he used to love it. Things were even starting to get better with his dad. Yeah he still lied, but now it was drinking and homework and curfew. Stiles was a normal teenager, finally, and he was loving it. Until he realized just how lonely he really was. Now, Stiles would give anything to have that loneliness back.

Deucalion and Kali were dead, Derek and Cora were hopefully happier and relaxing somewhere evil-free. Everything and everyone was better. Except Isaac. Derek left and that was too hard for words, he became angrier. And somehow the amazing duo that was Scott and Stiles, was no longer. In fact, Stiles didn't even seem to be pack anymore. Scott became alpha, and all of his free time seemingly disappeared. All too quickly did the lust and loneliness he shared with Allison turn into some semblance of real feelings, but she ended up choosing Scott. Isaac had nobody, not even his abusive dad. Of course when Peter came to him with a proposition, Isaac didn't even care that he'd be hurting somebody he had come to think of as a friend. It was a straight out yes. Isaac was desperate, and naive when it came to Peter. He never stood a chance.

Unbelievably enough, Scott actually took being the alpha seriously. Ethan had submitted and Aiden was well on his way; he only bit one person and it was a case so very similar to Erica. Not even Chris Argent had the heart to say anything against Scott's decision. It hurt that Isaac left the pack, but he was happy that two of his friends found one another. It showed tremendous courage to let such strong members depart from him. Scott was doing okay. Everything was good. Until the day his mom called him home from school.

TAMT

Stiles was dead. Not really, but nobody knew that. Except Melissa; went to her after the crash and got her to agree to identify the remains. (Lack there of. The Coroner owed Melissa a favor anyway.) He shouldn't have been driving, he was freaking out, he was on the verge of a panic attack. It was an accident, honestly, Stiles didn't mean to crash his jeep. He was running though, he was a coward. Feeling like a jerk, he decided to use the crash to his advantage. It was better that he was dead, it protected everybody he loved. Swaying Melissa wasn't hard. Stiles placed her in his shoes; he explained everything. The whole story, how stupid he was. He let his guard down and never even thought twice about it. How Peter had gotten him exactly where he wanted him.

"Stiles I can't do that, and even if I could, it would destroy your dad. There's a better solution to whatev-" Melissa tried.

"There isn't," Stiles sounded so broken. "Peter's an alpha again," Melissa looked at him with quiet confusion, "he's Isaac's alpha now." He pushed his hand through his hair, voice cracking with unshed tears.

"Oh, Stiles." Melissa broke with Stiles, she understood how bad that was.

Stiles sat down and avoided Melissa's eyes. "It was all a lie. Isaac got close to me because Peter told him to.I fell for it, I let Isaac in and didn't even question it. Everything's a lie and now. Now it's too late, none of it even matters. I don't have any real choices anymore."

He had papers stating he was now Em (Emmett) Gallagher, seventeen years of age, emancipated. Em for his mother, it was her nickname for him. Somehow derived from Genim. Yeah, he'd been planning for awhile. And he hated himself for it.

I'm so sorry, don't hate me! I didn't actually kill Stiles though and I have no plans too.

I came across this in my Google Drive. I assume that the name came from that one Fall Out Boy song, not positive though, it was titled when I found it.

Should I continue?

Oh this is also posted on AO3 as well, under the penname ScribbledDreams.

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