Well hello everyone! Sorry I haven't updated my other story in quite some time, I am having writers' block and hopefully starting up a new story will help jog my imagination. I hope you all enjoy the first chapter!
Stiles
He was so tired. Tired of being the useless little human. The Pack all had something, some one, and he was no one. Stiles ran his hands tiredly over his face, fingers latching onto his quickly growing hair and gripping, tugging. It wasn't entirely fair. He simply wasn't as strong as the rest of them.
It hit him when he was paralyzed from when Jackson was still the Kanima. He was just laying there, watching as his dad was put in danger. And he couldn't do anything. Stiles made a decision then, he would become stronger, no matter what. He would have courage, he would have the heart, anything.
Defending people wasn't really his forte he guessed though-really, breaking a bat over someone's head- Then he told his dad about everything, only to have him not believe him. It hurt, knowing if his mom was here his father would probably just be a bit more accepting of his life. And then that stupid bitch Jennifer took him. Ripping out the last piece of his broken heart.
Stiles felt so stupid, hell, he crashed trying to save his father. It was okay in the end he guessed. Isaac and Allison saved all of them. Stiles only coming to find his father hugging the two of them, with a bleeding gash on his head. That darkness Deaton told them about curling painfully around his heart. He had stood there for a second, his dad finally noticing him and pulling him into a tight hug.
He assumed that Scott was happy. About how now he had his own little Pack with all his friends; Lydia, Aiden, Ethan, Danny, Isaac, Allison, and Derek and Cora. Stiles himself didn't really fit into the the Pack. None of them really knowing exactly what his stance was in the Pack. Stiles knew though. He was the weak human that got in the way, only good for research.
Stiles turned his eyes to the wall across the room, where the pictures of him and Scott and even some with him and Isaac, Lydia, and Allison, they were all taped up there. He stood, striding across the room and sweeping his hand along the way, fingers curled. He ignored the stinging paper cuts, the blood welling only spurring him on and making him tear off the pictures faster with a renewed vigor.
He stopped when all that was left on the wall was angry red streaks of blood and a couple of white streaks of plaster where his nails scraped off the paint. Stiles panted, chest heaving and feeling the hot tears leaving blazing trails on his cheeks. He wiped at his face angrily with his sleeve, turning around and sliding down, just barely holding in the body racking sobs.
He felt the pictures beneath him, one still clutched in his palm. Stiles brought his closed hand in front of him, slowly opening it up and seeing the smiling face of his mom and dad staring up at him. His annoyingly stupid kid face beaming up at him from between the happy couple.
Stiles flipped the picture over, caressing the slightly smudged and girly handwriting that belonged to his mom. He had read the sentence over and over.
When the time is right, go to your grandparents in Colorado, they will know what to do.
He never really knew what that meant, he was never really closed to his mom's side of the family, his dad never really talking about his mom except for the few times he got drunk and always saying how he missed her. But now, looking at his mom's writing and smiling face, he felt like it was time. Like he was ready for something.
Stiles would miss them all, all of his friends he guessed he could call them. Isaac and him had become close actually. Even the twins and Cora warming up to him. Derek was still a bit reserved, but Stiles guessed he would always be that way. He had to do this though. He was going to go to Colorado. Because now that he thought about it, it felt like there was something pulling at his chest.
It seemed crazy, but it felt like he didn't really belong in Beacon Hills any more. Stiles felt the darkness around his heart once again cling painfully, it felt like it wanted to to break out. He closed his eyes. Running a hand through his hair one last time. One last tear slipping out of his closed lids, making a couple of his eyelashes stick together.
He could do this. He was going to pack and go to Colorado. He was going to finally go to his family after all the years of being away from him. Because even though he loved his father, and he was going to miss him the most, and be the most painful thing to ever experience. It would make him stronger. Make his soft skin a tad bit tougher.
So he got up, stumbling clumsily over to his bed and dropping to his knees, reaching under his bed for the chest of savings he kept in there. He stuffed all the money in his pockets, getting up once more and taking his suitcase from his closet. Throwing it on his bed and packing almost all his clothes, his laptop, and toiletries. When he finished, he jotted down a quick note to his father.
Stiles looked around his room, looked at the crumpled and ripped pictures of the smiling faces of his friends. The last picture of his mom and dad still clutched protectively in his palm. In his other hand he gripped his suitcase. The note for his father placed on his desk. He closed his eyes and walked slowly to his father's room. Looking around and breathing in, it still smelled faintly of his mom's perfume, if he focused hard enough.
He walked down stairs then, and out of the house, throwing his suitcase in the backseat of his jeep before climbing in. Sticking the beloved picture on the radio station before pressing his keys into the ignition, hearing his jeep groan before starting up. He backed out, looking at the window one last time, to the now empty household of the Stilinski family.
He didn't look back.
Stiles got to Colorado after a week. His beloved jeep breaking down a couple of times, only to have her start up again with small words of encouragement. Some locals looked at him like he was crazy when he did that, but he didn't really mind. He got used to being stared at in Beacon Hills, he could do it again.
He had some trouble finding where his mom's side of the family was a little difficult. He tried looking up his mom's maiden name in the phone book until he finally kind of gave up and used his awesome social skills to ask around. It took a little while, until people finally gave him some directions. He guessed his mom's side wasn't too popular around here.
Stiles looked up at the house, it was big, two stories like his one back in Beacon Hills. But this one seemed to go further back, and he could practically hear all of the noise going inside the house. He took a deep breath. Fiddling a bit with the picture in his palm before slowly walking up the steps to the porch. The loud noises inside seeming to get quieter and more distant with each step.
He wondered what they would be like. Would his family be loud like he was? All of them buzzing around with ADHD. Or would they be like his dad, always calm and even a bit awkward in the most serious of times. It didn't matter really. He felt like this was going to be a huge step. Like he was meant to be hear. Hell that sounded crazy. He never really met these people. Only distantly recalling an aunt and uncle coming over sometimes to celebrate his birthday.
Stiles was at the porch now, staring at the door. The people behind the door, he could hear their laughter. The distinct sound of children playing, too. He already felt at home. He missed being around a real family.
He took in a deeper breath, letting it out when he rang the doorbell. He heard it quieting down inside, before a set of footsteps came nearer. He heard them stop at the door and held his breath. Looking up when the door open.
A man opened it. He looked a lot like his mother, what he remembered. His brown hair sprinkled with gray and laugh lines and crinkles around his eyes. He had a wide smile that looked a lot like his shockingly. He briefly remembered an uncle, was this him? Stiles really hoped it was. Because this man reminded him of his mother for some reason. And he would be absolutely devastated if the man simply turned him away.
"Hey there, kid, you need something?" The man's voice was slightly husky from age, the smile still intact. Stiles nodded before awkwardly reaching in his pocket and pulling out the picture. Taking a deep breath before handing it over to the man. The man glanced at the picture before looking back at Stiles, his eyes narrowing a bit. He shoved his hand a bit froward more, nodding his head.
"Here. She said to come when it felt right." Stiles watched as the man's eyes widened, taking the picture from his outstretched hand to look down at it. More people were behind the man now, and Stiles let his gaze sweep over all of them. This was his family. All of them seeming to have the same deep brown eyes that were slightly different from his cinnamon hues. There were older men and woman, possible 40's and 50's. But then also some younger ones, 20's, and even some kids. The man in front of him snapped him out of his staring by clasping a hand over his arm.
"G..Genim?" Stiles glanced up at the man's quickly watering eyes, nodding and hearing the people behind him gasp lowly. The man tugged him forward then, clutching him and hugging him and Stiles suddenly felt whole. This was his family. He reached and wrapped his arms around the man. The man, his uncle, pulled back suddenly, taking his face in his hands and smiling at him, lips stretched wide and eyes watery.
"A..are you my uncle? Stephan?" Stiles looked up at the man, seeing him nod and his smile become wider if that was even possible.
"Yes, yes Genim, come in. You have people to meet."
And he did, have a lot of people to meet. He had an aunt also, Diana. Cousins sometimes a little older; Daniel, Crystalline, and Adam, all in the 20's to early 30's. And also some young cousins; Adeline who was 6 and her twin Aiden. There were some more distant relatives also, and when he asked about his grandparents, Adam answered.
"They went to the herb shop, they were expecting you." Stiles looked a bit shocked at that, how had they knew he was coming?
"Did my dad call you guys? I didn't see your name in the phone book." His family looked a bit awkward, some shocked, like his uncle. Before his expression became collected again.
"No, Genim, your grandmother saw you coming." Stephan placed a hand on his shoulder. Stiles head was pounding, saw him coming?
"What do you mean, saw me coming-" He stopped. Memories of all the stories of what he believed as fairy tales coming back to him. How his uncle could cast spells, his older cousins being able to read minds and control magic. His grandmother being able to tell the future. He thought of them as fake though, as he grew up. After she died, he kind of stopped believing in her stories.
He heard the door to the house open and close. Stiles stood up, walking a bit closer to the hallway, Stephan and Crystalline following a bit after him. He saw them, his grandparents. His grandfather had glasses on and a smile on his face, a twinkle in his eye. His grandmother smiling at him also. She spoke first.
"You have a lot to learn Genim."
John Stilinski
He had ended his shift early. Ever since finding out about.. werewolves, Stiles and him haven't really spoken all too much. He wanted to fix that. There was so much he needed to catch up on about. Like why his son would lie to him in the first place and not tell him the truth.
John wasn't going to open with that though. No, he brought pizza. Even in Stiles would scold him when he saw what he was carrying. John would hold his hand up and say that this was for father and son bonding. So, he got the pizza and headed home. Walking up the steps and opening the door. Stiles' jeep wasn't in the driveway, but he assumed Scott used it to get somewhere.
He stepped inside, frowning a bit when the house seemed a bit cooler than normal. He called up the stairs, surprised to not hear his son's thundering steps coming down the stairs or his footfalls from pacing back and fourth in his room.
"Come on Stiles! I brought pizza!" John set it on the table, taking two plates and two slices to bring up to Stiles. He went up the steps, calling out Stiles' name one last time. When no response came, he grumbled and made his way to his son's room.
He stopped in front of his son's ajar door. Eyes looking through the small crack and seeing nothing out of the ordinary.
"Stiles?" He lightly pushed open the door with his foot, stepping inside and looking around. His son was no where. John frowned and pulled his phone from his pants, checking for any messages. Stiles would have texted him to tell him if he was going anywhere. It was one of the new rules, Stiles telling him where he was going, whether it be one of those Pack Meet Ups or whatever
"Hey Stiles!" He walked over to the desk, glancing over at the wall of pictures but- now there was no pictures. They were all torn off and left on the floor. John frowned, placing the plates on the desk and looking over the abundance of papers. One of them catching his eye. It looked like a letter.
He held it up, his eyes widening as he read through it. His son was going to visit Claudia's family. Claudia's family who were thousands of miles away.
John quickly bolted down the stairs and out the house, practically running to his cruiser and getting inside. Speeding down the street to go to Scott's house, where he was sure the rest of the kid's pack was going to be.
When he got there, he didn't wait to knock on the door. He simply bolted inside, his son's letter clutched and wrinkled in his hand. He followed the sound of laughter, his eyes narrowing as he walked into the living room where he saw the Pack sitting there with each other. Acting like no one was missing. But there was, someone very important. His son was gone.
Melissa and Allison noticed him first. Both smiling at him before frowning as they saw his pinched expression and the letter clutched tightly in his hands. Melissa stood up, the rest of the Pack taking notice, all of the standing and looking at John and his watery eyes. Scott became worried then, only seeing that expression once before on John's face when Stiles went missing that night he won the lacrosse game.
"Do any of you want to tell me why my son is headed to Colorado right now?" John's voice was dead straight, making all of them flinch slightly. John was always more terrifying when he showed no emotion, they all guessed it was where Stiles got it from.
"What are you talking about John? He left about two hours ago to do something with homework." Melissa was standing in front of him. John was looking at Scott and Derek though, the two seemed the most tense. Derek seemed even..pained.
"My son went to Colorado, he let this." John almost shoved the letter at her, making her grab it confused and stepping back a couple of steps. The rest of the pack were craning their necks, trying to get a view of the letter. When Melissa finished, he had dropped the letter, the rest of the Pack standing behind her like kicked puppies.
"Oh God John." Melissa stepped forward, but John didn't pay attention, he walked closer to Scott and held out his arm to him. Watching as Scott looked up at him with confused eyes mixed in with pain from his best friend leaving.
"I know that you are the Alpha, and that you can give me the bite.''Almost everyone gasped as he said that, Scott seemingly frightened as he glanced between John and Derek.
"Listen, Mr. Stilinski, I don't know.. Stiles wouldn't-"
"Stiles isn't here right now! I wasn't there for him. You weren't there for him.. Now give me the bite." He heard some people protest, but he stared down at Scott, making him nod slowly before he saw red eyes and fangs and a stinging pain in his wrist.
John really didn't think of the pain. All he could think about was Stiles coming home when he was ready and being able to come back to a true family. No. Not a family, something closer. A Pack.
Ah! And there it was, sorry that it was a bit short. I wanted to test the waters a bit before I take the full plunge. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and remember to review! I love getting feedback from you guys!