Author's Note: I'm not the best at summaries. This was my original storyline that I meant to go by but I totally forgot I wrote it. Rediscovered it a couple days ago. This story takes place post season 2, AU from there. Feedback is APPRECIATED.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its characters.
Prelude
Stiles was staring at his the bright illuminating screen before him, wondering how his life got to this point. He was researching 4 things at once; scholarships, class schedules, training areas, and weapon prices. Multitasking has been his forte since he learned how to talk. Beside the keyboard lied his Adderall. He had taken 3 in order to get everything done before…just before. He couldn't even bring himself to think it. Half his room looked as if a tornado had blown through; books and papers scattered about, covering every surface area. His drawers were partially open, clothes and such hanging out. But only half lied in waste. The other half sat boxes of his most prized possessions; children books, his mother's recipe book, the spell book that Deaton gave him, clothes that were old but still fit him pretty good, pictures of his family, his REAL family. His laptop and phone were not amongst the boxes. He planned on getting brand new techno gadgets. He also left his lacrosse gear. He saw no point in playing sports anymore. Another thing he left were all the gifts and pictures of him and…him and Scott.
No matter how enthusiastic Scott whined about remaining human, Stiles knew it was only a matter of time before he went to Derek. He's been getting closer with Isaac, therefore becoming more integrated with the pack than he realized. Plus, with Erica and Boyd still AWOL, Derek wouldn't refuse him; he Needs Scott. Not to mention he would be gaining a hunter with Scott. Derek should know that those two are a package deal. A pack of only 3 won't be able to defend his territory. Plus, if he were to assert dominance over Jackson, then he would automatically gain Lydia and Danny as pack members. Granted, they're both human but he can't afford to be picky. Lydia's intelligence is on par with Peter, maybe more. Danny can help out with all the technical gizmo. Plus, he can be the new researcher.
It had been an entire year since the confrontation in the warehouse that led to Girard's absence (which still keeps him up at night). Life has been quiet in Beacon Hills. The pack hasn't bothered him at all. Derek has stopped sneaking into his room or looms over his precious Jeep, demanding something or shoving him into hard surfaces. Peter still stalks him whenever he gets the chance, living up to his nickname, 'Uncle Fester from Hell.' Thankfully, he keeps his distance but Stiles still feels uneasy, knowing Peter is looking at him like his next meal or 'layover.' Jackson has been keeping to himself, which is smart since it's not easy to explain how you come back from being declared dead. Stiles has only seen him once, at the gas station. He caught Jackson's eye and for a second, Stiles thought he saw a hint of gratitude in the jock. However, that reality shattered when he pointed his nose up, snorted 'loser' and walked out without a second glass. Lydia's been staying at her mate's side, no doubt helping him control his new wolf. Stiles helped Scott control being a werewolf within his first few months, but Lydia had Jackson trained within one. After a week since the warehouse, Allison left to her friends back in Oregon. Stiles understood. After all that's happened to her, who wouldn't want to get away from the place that took so many of her family? However, Stiles also knew that she would be back. No matter how much it hurt, he knew she would come back for her father, to Scott. Isaac has yet to talk to him directly, only catching his eye at school and sneers. Stiles already knows why he acts that way; he not only gained an exponential power that will never make him a victim again but he stole Scott away. Scott hasn't talked to him at all since the day they practiced at the lacrosse field. After they practiced, Isaac dropped by and hung out with them. It was then that Stiles knew Scott found a new best friend. They joked, laughed, everything him and Scott use to do. However, what added on was that they both could roughhouse and not hold back for the 'weak human,' understand certain aspects that other species could not such as scents and urges, go back and forth in conversation based on growls, etc. Even after that one time they all hung out together, Stiles immediately knew.
This was when he finally decided to graduate early and leave Beacon Hills. Although he wasn't entirely comfortable leaving his mom's grave, he knew she would understand. He couldn't remain here anymore. He hasn't gotten a full nights rest because the past plagued him, haunting his dreams. He dreamed of Peter pouncing over Lydia's mutilated body and running towards him, eyes burning red and mouth salivating to rip into him, young men crushed to death but still screaming his name, screaming for help, police officers boring into his soul while Jackson ripped into their innards, Gerard beating him to death while Erica and Boyd, free of their chains, just stood there and watched. He no longer felt safe. He no longer held Beacon Hills as his home. No, instead it became Beacon Hills, where his life began to wither away. He no longer felt safe. He needed to leave.