(Notes)
This is my first fanfic so any and all criticism is appreciated. I do not have a beta reader so there might be some mistakes. This is set after season 5 but before 6. Erica and Boyd are still alive, and Isaac is still in town. Malia is pretty much non existent in this story and is in Eichen House. Scott's a bit of an asshole in this story.
(Summary)
Stiles has been used and dragged through the mud one too many times. It's been made painfully clear that he was not wanted in this pack, so it's time to move onto greater things. This story will eventually contain m/m relationships, hurt/comfort themes along with some angst.
Stiles knew exactly what led him here; sitting at the bar with a drink in hand, at his favorite club-the Jungle.
The pack (Scott, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Lydia, Jackson, Kira, Liam, Hayden, Mason, and himself) had been at the house (Scott's) having their routine Saturday pack meeting/movie night. They were discussing the omega, Marc, who had showed up in town and demanded to join Scotts pack. The problem? This omega had a reputation for violence and jumping the gun. Which is exactly why his original pack threw him out. But of course Scott was all for it, his firm belief in the good of others still in place. The rest of the pack was hesitant of course, but reluctantly agreed with Scott. Himself on the other hand, not so much. He couldn't believe that after the whole Theo fiasco, that Scott could so easily trust another outsider; especially one with his reputation. So Stiles spoke up.
"You can't seriously be considering letting this guy become pack!? Without even checking his story or giving him a trial run or SOMETHING!"
Scott had just given him a dumbfounded look, seeing no errors in his own plan. " I don't see the problem, he says that he regrets his past behavior. There's some of us here who have done worse, and you of all people should know that everyone deserves a second chance!"
That one hurt Stiles, deep down he knew Scott hadn't forgiven him completely for Allison and all of the havoc the Nogitsune had caused while possessing his body. Hell, he still hasn't forgiven him for Donovan, which was self defense. Even though he knew those things weren't his fault, it hurt that Scott thought otherwise. At this point he was fuming "That's low even for you Scott, you know the circumstances were different. And I would've thought that you had learned your lesson with Theo. We all saw how that turned out."
"ENOUGH STILES! I've made my decision, Marc will become part of the pack whether you like it or not. We need more members who will strengthen this pack, not ones who complain and question me at every turn with jealous intentions"
"You know what Scott, Fine." He's had it, he wasn't going to continue to allow Scott and the others to blame him for actions he had no control over. He has bent over backwards helping out every person sitting in this room at one point or another. And to think Scott, his brother, of all people could completely disregard his opinions and concerns for the well being of this pack, Stiles was done. Grabbing his jacket off the chair in the living room, he turned around giving everyone one last look. Many had their eyes elsewhere avoiding his at all cost. Lydia looked like she wanted to say something but one glance at Jackson and his shake of the head was enough to keep her silence. Finally his eyes landed on Scott once again "You want to keep up with this alpha power trip so be it, but don't come calling to me when you fail. I'm done being the scapegoat and picking up after everyone's messes. Only to be completely disregarded and dragged through the mud. I thought you were better than that, I thought you ALL were better than that. I'm done, I'm out. You don't want another pack member who complains and questions everything because the incompetent Alpha can't, no refuses to do so, than fine. Keep repeating your own mistakes." With that he walked out the door and into his Jeep, he needed to get away from this house as quickly as possible.
So here he was, drowning his sorrows with another shot of whiskey. Going through the recent events in his head over and over. He wished Derek was here. Not many had liked him, but that was because they never really gave him a chance. Something that Stiles never understood. He didn't have to stick around after Peter had been dealt with the first time. But he did, and he tried to help. At least as much as Scott would allow him to. But after Mexico Derek left. He understood of course why, but he can't help but to think that maybe if Derek was here, if he'd been there during Theo; that things would be different. Scott wouldn't be so naive and would have proper guidance which in the long run have a positive influence on the pack, and maybe it wouldn't feel like things were consistently falling apart.
He'd known for quite awhile especially after the nogitsune that Scott and the pack were drifting from him. He figured they couldn't really help it, the wounds were fresh. So Stiles gave them space, and as the pack got closer to one another; he buried his guilt, his self-hatred, and everything that he didn't want others to see deep within himself. That didn't mean he had stopped supporting them though, he did what he does best, research and taking care of his Dad. Researching folklore and the supernatural throughout the centuries. In books, online, through Chris Argent, and Deaton and their supernatural allies. Anything and everything he could fine. From the Psotniks (elvish mischief makers) of Polish mythology to the shape shifting Aswangs of the Philippines. And then when he thought that things were starting to lookup and that the pack had finally forgiven him enough to become close once more; Theo and the dread doctors happened.
Stiles had felt like he failed the pack. They didn't trust him enough and chose to believe Theo instead. Theo knew this and drove the wedge even further not only with the pack, but his dad as well. Spreading his lies about what really happened with Donovan. Then when everything was settled, Theo and the Dread doctors were defeated; the truth came out. He had been right about him all along, and they found out that Stile had indeed killed Donovan, but it was self defense. Not senseless murder. That didn't change the mistrust set in Scott's eyes. Thinking back he really should've seen this all coming. Between being replaced by not only Isaac but Liam as well; and the general mistrust. It was well overdue. Now he was left with only himself and his dad. Somehow he had repaired that relationship with a honest heart to heart conversation. The only silver lining in all of the chaos was that repaired and strengthened relationship.
Ordering one last drink (he really should thank Danny for the fake I.D.), he says goodbye to the queens, and heads home. Not too concerned of getting caught considering his dad's on desk duty tonight. Opening his front door it's dark and quiet, surprisingly peaceful. Wanting the day to finally be over with he decides on a shower before laying down and praying he somehow gets some sleep tonight.
Stiles is shocked when he wakes up Monday morning, realizing that he'd slept for over 24 hours. He didn't have much time to think about it though, if he didn't get up now he'd be late for school. Getting ready in record time he's running out the door, granola bar in one hand and car keys in the other. As he pulled into the school parking lot he had seen them, all sitting there laughing and chatting away. It hurt to see them so unaffected, carefree, and with Marc. Wow that was fast he thought, Scott sure hadn't wasted anytime. Stiles walked past them and into the school, not getting any sort of acknowledgement from the people he had called a second family. The bitterness, rage, and sorrow settling in the pit of his stomach. He felt disgusted, just another reminder that they didn't care for him. Throughout the day it became clear that they were deliberately ignoring him. He never expected them to come running to him trying to apologize for overlooking and using him for so long; especially after declaring he was out of the pack,he had however expected them to come see if he was ok. But it was made clear to him that Scott either ordered them to ignore Stiles in some form of punishment, or they truly didn't care. After trying to talk to Erica, his catwoman, only to be brushed off; He wasn't sure if he wanted to know. It came to a boiling point come lunchtime. Stiles was exiting the lunch line, his tray of food in hand when someone stuck their leg out tripping him. Next thing he knew he's on the floor, today's meatloaf surprise down the front of of his shirt. Looking up to see what asshole had tripped him he saw non-other then his ex pack's new beta, Marc. Standing there smirking and looking smug.
"Oops, my bad. You should really be more careful. You know, pay attention to your surroundings instead of daydreaming"
Stiles clenched his fist, eyes scanning over his former pack. Finally they were looking at him, but their expressions remained blank. Except for Scott who looked slightly amused. Furious, he grabbed the nearest lunch tray and proceeded to dump it over Marc.
"Go fuck yourself"
As he stormed away Scott had started to stand up and talk. For just a moment Stiles thought maybe, just maybe, he'd stood to defend him. But no, napkins in hand he walked over to Marc. But not before giving Stiles a glare and snarky remark.
"Was that really necessary? It was an accident."
At that point, he made up his mind. He wasn't going to stay in Beacon Hills. No. he wasn't going to deal with the embarrassment and pain that Scott McCall and his pack would cause him. And he definitely was not sticking around for Theo 2.0, which he was sure was bound to happen. His grandparents had been trying to get him to visit for the past few years now, and it's about time he did. All he had to do was talk to his dad first. It will hurt leaving him here, but that would be nothing compared to if he stayed.
Ok, so this is the first chapter of this fanfic. I plan for this to be a long one with multiple chapters. It will have different characters p.o.v. If anyone wants to be my beta reader let me know. It would also be great to have someone to bounce ideas off of. I will try to update this at least once every week.