Nowhere to go.
Summery: Stiles Stilinski was gone. Disappeared. No one knew where, or why. He was just gone. When the 911 call came, no one expected it to be him in the ambulance. But when Scott's mom phones her son, he still comes. After 3 years, he comes. But when he shows up at the hospital, he sees Stiles father walking down the hallway with tears streaming down his eyes. That's when he knew, his best friend was no longer alive.
AU: Hey, I haven't written a fan fiction for so long and i came across this. Since some recent events i have decided to continue with this sob story. Please tell me if you want more. If no one wants more I won't write anymore.
After Duchalion killed Jennifer, Scott and Stiles had celebrated. They didn't bring out the champagne or anything, they just sat down and watched a movie. They took out some popcorn and watched the first movie they saw from the shelf, "Jaws." It was a classic and was one of the things that could make them laugh over the past 2 years. It was nothing serious, there was no trying to kill anyone or trying to save anyone from the brink of death. It was just fun.
Scott smiled as he relived his last moments with Stiles. You see, after that night no one has seen or heard from him. It's been exactly 3 years since that day and Scott doesn't really know how he got through it all without Stiles. Stiles was his brother. Not by blood, but if you saw them together u would know these guys were meant to be brothers. And they both knew they would be broken without the other. But here Scott is, 3 years later without his brother.
The shrill sound from his phone echoed around his room and he groaned snapping out of the daydream. He took the phone from his callused hand and stared at the caller ID. After the fourth ring he pressed down hesitantly on the call button and put the phone to his ear.
"Scott you need to get here right now."
Scott paused at his mom's urgent voice and answered with unease.
"Hey mom, I'm busy sorry i can't talk."
The sigh on the other line indicated he didn't have much of a choice.
"It's about Stiles."
Scott froze and was about to answer back when the familiar click of the call ended. Scott jumped off his bead and watched as the world spun around a couple times. He grabbed his Motorcycle helmet from his dresser and watched in slow motion as a small picture floated out of the round object. Picking it up he looked at the picture tears threatening to flow out of his already red and puffy eyes. In the picture stood a smiling stiles with his hair in a buzz cut. His eyes sparkling with laughter and the skin around his eyes were slightly crinkled making him look so much more happier.
This just fuelled Scott to move even faster than before. He ran out of his door almost smashing it to pieces as he closed it. Feet slapped against the cold wooden floor of the house and all that mattered was if Stiles was okay. Running down the stairs he almost took a chunk out of the railing, but he didn't care, all he cared about was hurrying. His shoes were on the door mat from the last time he had left them there and stuffed them on, not even worrying if they were on correctly. Opening the door he left the house without locking the it and flashed away on his motorcycle. Nobody was gonna stop him.
AU: And there is the end of this small introduction, what do you think? Like it? Send me a message or comment on this wonderful piece of work :P What will happen to Scott? Where did Stiles go? Comment to find out. DA DA DAAAA
RANDOM FACT OF THE CHAPTER:
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