Disclaimer: The characters of Teen Wolf do not belong to me. This is a post series fic. However, the 6B storyline did not happen. For the purposes of this fic, the series finale was the end of 6A. There will also be some canon divergence, because I simply can't see Stiles as any kind of straight, as those of you familiar with my Sciles fics should know. There will also be AU bits. And Allison did not die. Gotta have my Allydia. There will be other changes, but you'll find out as we go what they are.
Coming Home
By Julia
I'm staring out into the night
Trying to hide the pain
I'm going to the place where
Love and feeling good
Don't ever cost a thing
And the pain you feel is a
Different kind of pain
Well, I'm going home
To the place where I belong
Where your love has always been enough for me
I'm not running from
No, I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home
Well I'm going home
Stiles Stilinski stood outside his former best friend's place. Scott McCall had never left Beacon Hills. Scott's college plans had fallen apart, and he'd had to stay behind. Last Stiles had heard, Scott worked as a firefighter and a few hours a week for Alan Deaton, the only vet. Scott had worked for him all throughout high school. Stiles had also heard that Scott had a kid. Stiles closed his eyes, remembering when he and Scott had fought all those years ago. Scott had assumed that Stiles would stay with him, and they'd be together. After the Ghost Riders had made everyone forget Stiles, the two had confessed how they'd felt about each other and they'd gotten engaged. No one they'd known had been surprised. Stiles had told Scott they could make long distance work. But he had to go and try to be someone outside of their hometown. Stiles had regretted that decision for five long years. It wasn't his only regret, but it was his biggest. Stiles opened his eyes, but the memory still pressed on.
Five years ago
They were laying in Scott's bed. Summer vacation had just started. School was finally done. Scott was draped all over Stiles, his arms tightly around his fiancé's waist. Scott had just found out his funding for college had fallen through. He wanted to talk to Stiles about if Stiles was still going to leave. Scott was going to defer for a year or so to save up some money for college while he tried more scholarships and grants. His mother had suggested asking his loser of a father to help, but Scott had refused. But to be fair, his ma didn't know the extent of Rafe's abuse. She only knew about the stairs incident. Scott traced circles on Stiles' tight abs. "So… what are you going to do? You're going to stay with me here for a year here, babe? I can't make it through this year without you." Scott lifted his head to look at Stiles. Stiles' eyes had brushed with tears. Scott's mouth dropped open. "You're kidding me. You're going?! We just got each other back! It was hell not knowing what happened to you. Because I knew, Stiles. I knew that you were out there, and that you needed me. It was… that's when I realized that I was in love with you. That part of me always has been and I just didn't know. You can't… I can't be away from you for a year. Long distance never works, Stiles. And you know that, sweetheart. Please, don't do this."
It was killing Stiles to have to do this. He brushed tears off his cheeks. He reached out to take one of Scott's hands in his, but Scott pulled his hands away. Stiles had to admit, that hurt. "I'm so sorry, Scotty. I wish I could stay here with you. I know you didn't have anything to do with losing your financial aid for college. But I know we can make this work. We can still be engaged. I'll only be in LA. We can see each other every once in awhile. It's only a few hours away. We can do this. It's only for a year, Scotty." Stiles brushed tears off his cheeks again. Then he leaned out and kissed some off Scott's. "Please, baby. I have to do this. You know that I've been waiting for you for years, I don't want us to break up. I want to be with you forever, Scott. I just.. I need to get out of here. I need to know that I can make it out in the real world." Stiles had to get his fiancé to understand that. They had to stay together, and it really wasn't that far to LA. They could do this, Stiles was sure of it. He tried to pull Scott towards him, and Scott flinched and moved back. Stiles sighed. "Please, Scott. I need you to get this. I have to go. No one is saying that we have to break up. Only you are." Stiles just knew this was going to end badly. Scott had his 'I'm upset beyond fixing it' look on.
It was just unbelievable. Scott's eyes were filling with tears. "Get out." Scott said, while he knew he could be making a huge mistake, he couldn't be with Stiles if he was still planning on leaving. Scott had already lost Kira, and he couldn't lose Stiles like that. He just couldn't believe that he was actually doing this. Telling Stiles to leave. "You're leaving after I finally got you back. I cannot go through losing you again. Kira left, and she and I had to break up. I loved her, and I still am dealing with how much that hurt. Kira was my first real girlfriend. Since nothing ever really happened with Allison." Scott brushed curls out of his eyes. "Just fucking go Stiles."
Present day
Stiles finally let the memory fade away and then headed up the walk. It wasn't the place Scott had grown up in, it was a tiny cottage place on the outskirts of town. He knocked on the door, not sure what he was doing, exactly. It's not like he had any claim on Scott. Or that he expected Scott to actually forgive him. This was such a stupid plan. He just knew that he couldn't not tell Scott how he felt. He would regret it if he didn't speak up. He was surprised when the door came open and it was fucking Isaac Lahey. Why had Lydia Martin not told Stiles that Scott and fucking Isaac Lahey were hooking up?! "Um, is Scott home?" He finally managed to get out.
"Scotty, babe, Stiles is here!" Isaac called out. What he and Scott were doing was just friends with benefits, but he couldn't help but yank Stiles' chain a bit. Because he knew how much Stiles had hurt Scott. And Isaac was totally and completely in love with Scott. He loved being Scott's beta. He'd come back to Beacon Hills for Scott. Plus, he'd made a buttload of money working for Allison Argent's father. He never had to work again. Isaac leaned against the door frame. "So, what do you have to say for yourself? It's been five years, Stiles, and you show up now?" Isaac and Stiles hadn't ever been friends, really.
This is when Scott came to the door, curls falling over his forehead, he had a slight beard. Stiles sucked in a breath. Scott was so gorgeous, sexy, and adorable at the same time. "Um, hi, Scotty." Stiles managed to ground out, his stomach full of butterflies. Stiles looked Scott right in the eye bravely. "Can we talk alone, please? I know that you don't owe me anything. Just, please. It won't take long." Stiles didn't want to say what he had to say in front of Isaac. He knew he actually did deserve any snide remarks Isaac had to say, but he didn't want to deal with Isaac right now. He just had to tell Scott how he felt before he lost his nerve.
Scott told Isaac to go and keep an eye on the taco meat, and then stepped out on the porch with Stiles. His son, Jamie, was at his mother's being babysat so he and Isaac could have some time alone. Scott knew that Isaac had feelings for him, but Scott didn't have feelings for him. Scott was still in love with Stiles. Jamie's mother had been friends with benefits as well. Then she'd passed away after she was in a car wreck. "What do you want, Stiles?" Scott asked. He knew that Stiles had been in LA for the last five years. Scott hadn't been able to keep in touch, it would have hurt too much. Scott folded his arms, keeping a glare on his face. "You hurt me, more than anyone. You were my best friend. The one person I was supposed to be able to trust the most. And you left. And you're back to get me back, I assume, and I don't want you back, Stiles." This was a total lie, but he just couldn't say the truth. Because Scott didn't want Stiles to think that he could just waltz back in and everything would be fine. Scott had gone through so much since Stiles had left. Scott had almost died, he'd tried to kill himself. He had swallowed an entire bottle of pills he'd swiped from Melissa's work. She was a nurse at the hospital. He'd been in a coma for six months. "You have no idea what I've been through. You just left, and never checked in on me. For five years."
All of that Stiles knew he deserved. His heart was pounding out of his chest. He let his breath out before he started speaking. "I deserve everything you said. I left you for five years. You should be pissed as hell at me. You have no obligation to take me back. But I want to try and make things up to you. I was awful. Please give me another chance. Leaving you was the most stupid idea I've ever had. The last five years… I haven't stopped thinking about you. I… you don't owe me anything. I know I already said that, but I'm trying to get all the words out and I completely forgot what I wanted to say as soon as I saw how sexy and adorable you still are." Every word of that was true, and Stiles was tingling all over. Why had he done this? His life out in the real world sucked. He'd had a few casual flings, it had only been about the sex. No feelings. Thankfully, Stiles was flat out gay, so that hadn't been a problem for the most part. Stiles brushed his hands through his shock of getting longer brown hair. Scott's olive skin looked so lickable. Stiles had to stop getting so lost in thought. This was important. Stiles stepped a bit closer, and Scott backed up against the front door. Stiles had to admit, that really hurt. Even if he got why Scott was stepping back. Tears brushed his brown eyes.
The fact that Stiles seemed to feel contrition for what he'd done didn't really sway Scott. He'd been reading lots of books in the past five years, when he was trying to get Jamie, his son, to go to sleep. Now that he was three, it was starting to get a bit easier. He had a tendency to tire himself out using his wolf powers in the yard. He'd been learning a lot of more complicated words he hadn't known before. Scott met those gorgeous brown eyes with the flecks of green in them, and spoke again. "You knowing that you did wrong isn't going to help anything. And oddly enough, I do feel that you aren't lying about regretting it. I do believe that you're sorry. But Stiles, you were my fiancé. And you just left. You didn't even try to work out how we could make that work. You being gone, and me being here. The cruel irony is that I didn't make it to college at all. I got…. My girl got pregnant and I got stuck here. I've been trying to do my best though. It's not much, but I've got a nice little life and arrangement." Scott was having a hard time keeping his sobbing from starting. "I sent you letters and letters. It all went unnoticed. I Skyped you and you never got back to me. I almost died after you left me. I don't know that I trust you anymore." This was uttered with a tremble to his voice, and he knew that nothing was being hidden from Stiles anymore. He let out a huge put upon sigh.
Everything he said was like a punch to the gut. "All of that… I'm sorry, Scott. I know you don't believe me. And… that's not the only reason I came back." Stiles saw the look of surprise on Scott's face. "So, I was…. This case… I found out you're a twin, and Melissa isn't your biological mother. She doesn't know that, though. She thinks you're the baby she was pregnant with." Stiles had hardly been able to believe it. Rafe was still the father of Scott and his twin, but Stiles hadn't been able to get the birth mother's name out of him. Stiles had also found out that Rafe had disposed of the baby Melissa had given birth to. Stiles didn't want to have to tell Scott that part. Rafe was also dead, shot in a police shootout. "Please don't make me tell you what happened to her actual baby. Your twin is Dustin Riley, and he lives in New York City. I have his information. He doesn't know about you yet. I thought I'd give you the choice to get to know him or not." Stiles knew that Scott would want to, family was everything to Scott. His eyes had filled with tears. "Trust me, Scotty, you don't want to know the rest. I will tell you that Rafe is still your dad. I know you hate him, and trust me, he's so much worse than you already think he is." Stiles couldn't tell him the rest, and in actuality it didn't sound at all believable.
That sounded incredibly made up, but Scott also knew that Stiles was telling him the truth. He always knew when Stiles was lying. And right now, he wasn't. Scott wiped his eyes. Tears kept forming. He accepted the piece of paper with his twin's information. Scott stared at it for a very long moment, and then put it in his pocket. "I would love to make you tell me because you clearly don't want to, but I also can't hear it right now." Scott wished that he didn't have to tell Melissa about this. But he also knew it didn't change a thing. She was still his mami. Scott also knew that she'd accept Dustin Riley as family too, despite the situation. She was just that kind of mom and person. "This doesn't change anything else with us, so you know. I still can't trust you." Scott hated this. Why did Stiles have to be here to tell him all of this? "I need you to leave now. I can't handle talking to you right now, and I have to process this." Scott kept his brown eyes on Stiles until he'd started back to his car. Which sadly, wasn't Roscoe anymore. Scott went back inside, his mind reeling. He went to the kitchen, and told Isaac the whole story. Scott got a beer out and cracked it open. Isaac was cooking. They were having Mexican. Scott had taught Isaac to cook it, it was authentic, since Melissa was a Latina from Mexico. Or rather, her family hailed from Mexico. Melissa had been born in California. And his father was half Latino and half Italian. Before the incident when he was only eight, he'd gone to Italy for two weeks in June every year.
Listening, Isaac was kind of speechless. He also wasn't sure what advice to give his lover. It wasn't like this was something they saw coming. He stirred the taco meat. "I don't…. I don't even have a sarcastic quip, bae." It just amazed him, it sounded like the plot of those mysteries Scott would read. "You know though, that if you want to get in touch with this Dustin, I support that." Isaac was no fool. Scott and Stiles getting back together was now just a matter of time. Isaac didn't voice that aloud though, he didn't want to fight with Scott about it. It had already been a bone of contention with the two of them. Throwing caution to the wind, Isaac said, "Scott, this doesn't have to change anything with us. You know how I feel about you. Jamie loves me." Isaac felt like they were starting a nice little family. Although even now Scott was giving him a knowing exasperated glance. "Look. I know you want to keep it casual. And we both know why. I love you, Scott. I'm in love with you and I'm already your beta. I just wish you'd let me pay for vet school." That too, was a bone of contention as well. Scott, for the most part, was happy with the way his life had turned out. Even if leaving his hometown hadn't ever really happened. "My point is, he still doesn't really want to stay here. You do."
He was doing it again. Scott didn't want to be with Isaac in a serious way. Besides, Jackson Whittemore had come back and had been sniffing around Isaac. It was something Scott had observed. He was on the fence about how to feel about it though. Although all of that was moot with this long lost twin thing. "I don't want something serious, Isaac. And I know Jamie loves you. But I am just not ready for serious. And yeah, I am still in love with Stiles. I don't want you to be, but I am. You deserve to have someone who really cares about you." Scott told him, they had this discussion at least three times a week. Scott really should stop sleeping with him, it was not helping with Isaac's feelings for him. He knew that he wasn't exactly being a person doing the right thing. "Okay, we need to talk. You know that I like what we do, I need it, and I know that you do. But this… it's not going to end with us together when I'm ready to move on. I don't know if that will ever happen. And you need someone who wants to be with you. You have no idea how much I wish I felt the same for you. I do. But it all boils down to you need to move on. Tonight is our last hookup." He sipped his drink. "And right now, I've got this whole I had a twin brother and Ma isn't my biological mami." It was making his head spin, and they were quiet. Scott was going to accept that for a bit, Isaac was angry. Even if Scott knew he couldn't help.
One week later
Dusty Riley was sitting in this coffee place in Beacon Hills, marvelling at how much the coffee sucked compared to New York. He'd come to meet his twin brother. Dusty didn't have any other family, this was going to be interesting. He wore a beanie over his curls, and sat there waiting, a book open in front of him on the table. He was trying to decide how he thought this was going to go. Dusty didn't know how it was going to be, having a twin brother. He knew they were both dealing with this as pretty much brand new information. It hadn't really sunk in for either of them yet. Dusty kept his eyes peeled out for Scott, it was a bright side that he'd know his own twin brother. Dusty took a sip of his coffee. He just wished that he was sure of what to say. Dusty had no other real family, and with what Rafe had done, Dusty was glad he'd been adopted. He took in a sharp breath as his twin brother walked in. The moment was here. Their eyes met, and then Scott walked over to him, his fingers toying with the rainbow bracelet on his wrist. Dusty kind of had to smile. He'd just come out, they had something in common. Dusty smiled at him, a bit tentatively. "I'm Dusty, obvs." He said, he knew introductions weren't necessary. It was just what you did.
His brown eyes settled on Dusty. Scott moved to sit down. This was truly uncanny. He really was Scott's twin. He offered his hand, and they shook. "Yeah, as you can tell, I'm Scott." He said, he didn't want anything to eat or drink, he was way too nervous. "I was going to bring my son, but he's kind of shy and I thought this would be better if it was just us the first time." Scott didn't know anything about what really happened, because Stiles hadn't told him, and he was willing to bet that Dusty didn't either. "I don't know how we weren't raised as brothers. Only that it was Rafe's fault. Stiles made e promise that he wouldn't have to tell me. I don't know if you know or not. If you do know, please tell me. Because, I need to know how my mom isn't my biological mother." This part was the most devastating. Not that it really mattered, because Melissa would always be his mom. "But she doesn't know and I have to tell her because I have a twin brother. The baby she actually had died, and I'm assuming our bio mother did too. I can't even wrap my mind around this. It's like a telenovela." His mother had watched them religiously when he was a kid. "It's a Spanish soap opera." He explained as Dusty looked confused. "I don't know what to do and my life was already pretty shitty." Outside of Jamie. Scott loved his son more than anything in the entire world. Except Stiles. This sucked.
All of that was a lot for Dusty to take in. He kept his eyes on his brother, even if that still felt weird in his head, his 'brother'. Dusty admired the tats on Scott's arm. Then he turned to look at Scott. "I don't know what happened. I was raised by my aunt until I was eight, and then it was Rafe." Their eyes met, and the shared pain could be read in their faces. Dusty's eyes brushed with tears. His curls fell over his eyes, the beanie didn't hold them all in. He wished that Scott didn't know the pain that came from the abuse of Raphael McCall. Dusty knew there was one more thing that he had to tell Scott. "We also have a sister. Younger by a few years.. Not raised by any McCalls." He saw the look on Scott's face. "I promise, I think that's the last big secret." Dusty liked her, her name was Caitlyn and she was newly 18. So their birth mother had lived at least awhile before she died. "She's a full blood sister, and her name is Caitlyn. Caitlyn Dell. She was given up. I don't know if she'll talk to us. I texted and emailed, but I haven't gotten anything yet." Dusty wasn't sure if she would, if she was adopted, she didn't know what it was to be a McCall. She may decide that not being one would be a good thing. "Scott, I don't get why you want to protect your ma from experience but I'm not going to fuck things up for you. We'll do it how you want to, if that's how you need it."
They talked for a couple of hours, and then agreed to meet up for dinner at Scott's place later. Scott was on his way to go and pick up Jamie at daycare. He was on the way out to his truck when he ran into Stiles on the way out. For a second, he couldn't breathe. It was like before he'd been bitten and he needed his inhaler. Scott had to stop seeing Stiles in a romantic light, he knew that they shouldn't be together. Scott didn't trust him anymore. Scott looked at him with wide eyes, they started to fill with tears. Scott finally managed to catch his breath. They stared at each other for a long moment. Scott couldn't speak, and he tried to keep his breathing even. He didn't want Stiles to think this hurt him.
Stiles' own breath was shallow. Seeing Scott still took his breath away. "Hey, Scott." Stiles said, he would have called him 'Scotty' but it didn't feel right. Stiles saw that Scott was trying not to cry. Stiles hated that he was affecting Scott this way. "I know I already said it, but I'm so sorry for what I did. I know how much I hurt you. I just, I still love you so much." Stiles had to keep trying. He couldn't help it. Stiles hated himself for what he had done. "It shouldn't have taken me finding Dusty to bring me back here. I shouldn't have left in the first place. But I still shouldn't have let five years go by." Stiles was never going to forgive himself for what he'd done. "Please, just give me another chance. I won't let you down."
The fact that Stiles was still trying wasn't at all surprising. Scott brushed curls out of his eyes. "Stiles, as much as I want to be able to trust you, I can't. You left, after we finally had gotten together. All you had to do was wait a year and we could have left together. I wish that I could give you another chance. Because despite my best efforts, I'm still in love with you." Scott hated to admit that. Because he knew Stiles was going to take it and run with it. "And no, Isaac is not my boyfriend, as much as he'd like to be." Scott didn't like to admit that, either. But the part of him that still loved Stiles had to admit it.
That made Stiles smile despite himself. He was glad that Isaac didn't really have Scott like he wanted. "I'm not going to lie, I kind of love that. You know how much I hate him, sleeping with you aside." It was true. Stiles stepped a bit closer. Scott didn't stop him. Stiles reached out and brushed his fingers through Scott's curls. It had been so long and it took his breath away. Scott also didn't stop him from doing that, either. Stiles leaned out and kissed him then, wanting to pull him closer but knowing this was a big enough risk. Stiles kissed him until he was breathless, and surprised that Scott had let him kiss him like that. He looked at him in shock.
Scott pushed him a little. "You had no right to do that. Don't do it again!" He didn't know why he'd let Stiles do that. And why it was bringing up all of old feelings full force. He was still furious at him. Stiles had left him, and Scott had never really gotten over it. He knew now that he had to start getting past it. Especially if Stiles was going to be in town now. Scott didn't know how to deal with that and he knew that Isaac didn't know how to deal with it either. They'd been dealt a hand they hadn't planned on. Scott brushed his hands through his mop of unruly curls. He was also dealing with the fact that he had a sister out in the world who hadn't been raised by Melissa or Rafe. "I've got to go pick my child up from daycare and I've got new information that I have to deal with." Scott didn't want to tell Stiles about the baby sister. He assumed that Stiles didn't know, and he didn't want to give him any ammunition. Stiles had to know that Scott wasn't going to get back with him right now. Maybe ever. "You ruined what we had, Stiles. We could have been together all of these years. I can't regret having my son, because I love him, but we could have been together. And we weren't because of you." Scott had to work hard to keep the hurt out of his voice when he spoke. He had to keep it cool, because part of him wanted to go and kiss Stiles again until they were both breathless.
All of that Scott had said before, but it still hit Stiles like a thousand bricks. "Don't you think it killed me leaving? It did. I hated it more than anything. But I had to get out of here. It wasn't you. I was leaving. You have to know that. It was this place. This… this place that it feels like we're never done defending it. And… I've had the goal of getting out for years. But not…." His voice broke here. "But not you, Scooter. I wasn't trying to leave you. It would have sucked to do long distance, but I was willing. You gave it the if you leave we're done thing." Stiles knew those were the wrong words to use, but he couldn't help it. It was true. Scott had also pushed past him and was on hi way to his vehicle. Stiles followed him. "You know I'm right, bae." Stiles didn't even think about how the word would be received, he just let it fly. Stiles had decided the best way was to just go for it. He knew Scott would come around eventually. He just had to be around. Stiles could see that facade starting to crack. He didn't know how Scott was managing not to cry. Stiles' eyes were misting. "I wish I could change what I did, because I lost me you. I would give my career to go back in time and change what happened. Because I love you more than anything."
Doing his best to keep from showing emotion, Scott looked at Stiles. "You left. That's all I need to know. Now, I've got to go and get my kid." Scott watched as Stiles stepped back and he got into his vehicle. He still had his bike, but he didn't tend to use it often unless it was going to be just him riding it. Scott didn't know why Stiles felt like he had had to come back. Scott started his car, and peeled out of the parking lot. He had to go and get Jamie, and Jackson was coming over. Scott wasn't sure why, the older had asked if he could. Scott's theory was that he was going to ask him for help getting Isaac. Scott wasn't sure how to tell him that he'd never get him. Isaac was in love with Scott.
Meanwhile, Stiles was leaving with his coffee in a to go cup when he ran into Lydia outside. "Um, hey, Lydia." He said, pausing on the sidewalk. Stiles had been in touch with her in the last five years. They hadn't told anyone, due to the drama that would have gone down. Stiles was totally and completely gay, and always had been, but it would have been an assumption that he'd had a crush on Lydia. He never had, and she was also gay. She and Allison, her fiancée, were getting married in a few months. Stiles supposed that he'd be around for that, because he was here for Scott. He wasn't leaving until he got him back. That kiss had been amazing. Stiles knew the door was still open. "What's going on?" He asked, a bit on the curious side.
Lydia folded her arms, her engagement ring catching the light. "What are you doing here? You… I know you made sure that Dusty and Scott met, but you didn't have to stay after that. You are killing him, being here, you know. He's not been telling me directly, but Allison he has. I think he knows that you and I kept in touch. I don't know that he trusts me anymore. Not that I blame him, you really hurt him. I don't know that he will fully trust anyone ever again. Do you know what that did to him? He always trusts everyone. You broke the guy who trusts everyone. I don't know why you think you can still fix things."
As right as she was, Stiles was kind of angry. "You know, I know I fucked up, but I had the right to go to college. To get out of here. I was willing to do long distance. He turned that down. I was willing to make it work. Scott wasn't. He gave me an ultimatum. I couldn't stay here. I had to go." Stiles knew it had hurt Scott, and he hated that, but it had been his goal for his whole life. Yes, he'd wanted to take Scott, but that hadn't been possible. "I know he doesn't have to trust me, but I'm here. I'm not going to go anywhere." The reason was a secret, and not one that was his to tell. Besides that he wanted to be there for Scott and Dusty. That whole thing was fucked up.
Lydia sighed as Stiles walked off. She didn't know how to tell him that he was the only one who saw it that way. Lydia tossed long red waves behind her very petite shoulder. This was going to end badly, and she just hoped that there would be no casualties.
The miles are getting longer it seems
The closer I get to you
I've not always been the best man
A friend for you
But your love remains true
And I don't know why
You always seem to give me another try
So I'm going home
Back to the place where I belong
And where your love has always
Been enough for me
I'm not running from
No I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
I'm coming home
Author's note: So this is based on an rp AU that my friend Ash and I are doing. I wasn't going to have this be a WIP because I can be bad with those. They don't always get finished. But I also don't get to decide, the muses do that for me. Anyway, I hope ya'll hang in who were brave enough to give it a go. I swear, the endgame is Sciles.
