Chapter Three

Do We Leave Or Not?

"If there's even a slight chance at getting something that will make you happy, risk it. Life's too short, and happiness is too rare."

A. R. Lucas

Stiles was pacing around in his room, Lydia sitting near his desk with her laptop open, both contemplating about the third cipher key.

"Okay, well, we know one thing. Both of the first two keys, Allison and Aiden, they're both names of the dead. Right?" he said, still pacing and looking at Lydia, who was looking ahead, dazed, with her hands interlinked.

"But we've already tried every other dead person's name we could think of. And if you haven't noticed, there were a lot of tries."

"Yeah, I noticed." sighed Stiles. He looked at Lydia worried and asked, "You okay?"

"The only other Banshee I've ever met. And I think I might just drove her over the edge." said Lydia guilty.

"Lydia, it wasn't your fault. I was there, too. And you're probably not the only..." he stopped suddenly when he thought of something. Something related to Lydia being a Banshee.

"Hold on. Banshees predict death." Lydia nodded a yes. "Right? So what if the third key is someone who isn't dead-"

"-but will be." finished Lydia.

Stiles walked over to Lydia and stood behind her, leaning forward onto the desk and giving Lydia a look. Lydia had closed her eyes and was on 'Banshee mode' as Stiles liked to call, typing the keyword slowly.

DEREK

Stiles and Lydia were both shocked and looked at each other in worry and fear.

Lydia pressed enter and a list of names popped up.

SATOMI ITO 10

MALIA HALE 4

LIAM DUNBAR 3

MEREDITH WALKER 1

LIZ MOORE 1

PATRICK CLARK 1

BREE LEVERETT 250

KAITYLN SCHAAR 250

ANGELIQUE FAIN 250

LORILEE ROHRER 250

BRITTANI KELLEY 250

STILES MIKAELSON 50

Lydia looked through the list and saw Meredith's name and asked Stiles to "Call Parrish."

Stiles was still looking at the list, specifically at his name. His friends didn't know and now they were going to find out, everyone other than Scott.

"Stiles!"

Stiles snapped out of his musings and looked at Lydia who was questioning him with her forest green eyes filled with worry.

"Yeah." he said nodding slowly and picking his phone to call Parrish.

While Lydia was talking to Parrish, Stiles was taking a print of the list, looking at his name in it, thinking how he was going to explain that to all his friends. He decides that one way or the other they'd come to know and that it was time to come clean.

That was a few days ago. Scott, Stiles, Malia, Lydia, Kira and Liam, all were driving back home from Mexico after saving Scott from the Berserkers, with Peter stuffed in the trunk, knocked out cold.

"So, Stiles? Care to explain this?" asked Lydia all of a sudden giving him the last of the Deadpool list.

"Mikaelson?" Malia asked quietly, reading over his shoulder.

Scott and Stiles looked at each other and sighed.

"That's my real name. Mikaelson. I'm not Sheriff Stilinski's son."

"What?"

"Who are you, then?"

"What are you?"

That was Lydia. "The deadpool was for only the supernaturals in Beacon Hills. So, what are you?"

Stiles sighed again, before saying, "Let's talk about this when we get home."

Scott was sitting quite through all that. Stiles had told him what and who he was after the Jackson-Kanima incident. Scott didn't mind that Stiles was over a thousand years old or that he was a Vampire-Witch, but he was still wary of the Original.

Stiles was worried about what his other friends would think about him. He didn't want to feel rejected, that was the reason he wanted to be more human than a Vampire. He'd always felt different to his siblings, left out, the only one among them who could still do magic, the only one who still had a semblance of humanity in him. He knew his siblings loved him, but he also knew that he was very different from his siblings. His surrogate parents and his Pack had kept him tethered towards his human nature, after he'd lost Augustine. He'd felt human, again, after her death, for the first time in a while, since he'd found Scott. And he didn't want to lose that by losing his friends, who'd turned out to be more family than just friends.

Stiles knew he had to tell them, at least for his sake, they deserved to know. Stiles sighed again, as he decided he was going to tell them.

Ten Months Later

The Pack, Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Kira, Liam and Malia, were meeting in Derek's loft, which was empty since he'd gone with Braeden, who knew where. They always had pack meetings there. It had been ten months since anything supernatural had occurred in Beacon Hills.

The Pack was waiting, paranoid, that something would go wrong the moment they slacked, so they were always on alert. Checking the police scanner, Stiles had temporarily misappropriated, a few years ago, from the Sheriff's office. Listening to it whenever one of them was free.

The Pack was meeting that day, just to check with everyone and see if they'd seen or heard anything unusual. The meeting was almost coming to a close. And none of them had found anything unusual or supernatural.

Scott sighed, "This is a waste of time. I don't think anything is going to happen any time soon. We'll just keep an eye on things and if we do find anything, I guess we'll deal with it then."

Everyone nodded at that.

"Umm...guys?" said Kira, fidgeting and unsure how to tell her friends what was on her mind. Everyone turned to look at her, making her more nervous than she already was. Scott took her hand in his reassuringly.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Um...my...mom wants us to...to...go back to New York. I'm going back, in a few days. I'm...I'm leaving." said Kira in a low voice, with grief.

"Oh." was all Scott said, looking down.

"I think that's good for you, Kira. You don't have to worry about getting involved in supernatural business again." said Malia, trying to comfort her friend.

"We'll miss you." said Lydia giving Kira a tight hug, comforting both of them.

Stiles sighed sadly before saying, "I think we should leave too. I don't think there'll be any trouble in Beacon Hills, anymore. I don't know how to explain it, but I have a feeling that it will be more peaceful without us here." unsure if he wanted to leave Beacon Hills so soon.

"What?" exclaimed Scott.

"Are you sure?" asked Liam warily.

"But this is our home. Where would we go?" asked Scott, unsure where this was going.

"Is this like one of your witch-y things you get?" asked Lydia.

After, Mexico, Stiles had told the pack about his life, very briefly. Only Scott and Lydia knew most of what had happened in his life.

His friends hadn't taken it too badly. They'd accepted him, for himself. He'd been relieved and happy, they hadn't rejected him.

"Yeah. I think it's time we went elsewhere. I did put up a few spells to let us know if something went wrong here. So I guess we could go wherever we want to. It's graduation anyways. I think-"

A shrill ring ran through the loft, jolting Stiles and interrupting him. Stiles fished his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen. He frowned when he noticed who was calling. Wondering why the person had called, he brought the phone to his ears. Knowing the wolves and the coyote were listening, he spoke, warily.

"Hello?"

"Yeah. No time for greetings." said a deep male voice, sounding slightly annoyed. "Nik and Elijah are here. Thought I'd let you know."

"Why?"

"How would I know? They're your brothers. I just wanted you to know they're here."

Stiles sighed at that, "Okay. Thanks for the heads up, man."

"Well, yeah, take care man."

"I will. You too." Stiles said and ended the call.

"Who was that?" asked Scott.

Stiles sighed again, putting his phone back in his pocket. "An old friend. Remember when I told you, I was keeping track of my siblings? And that I had a friend who kept me updated on the happenings of New Orleans?" Scott nodded at that, so Stiles continued. "Yeah. He just told me my brothers are there, with Nik probably causing all sorts of trouble. I'd told this old friend to keep an eye open, if my siblings ever went back there. I knew they were in Mystic Falls, recently. I wonder what they are doing back in New Orleans." Stiles mused, talking more to himself by now.

"Stiles!" exclaimed Lydia, jolting Stiles out of his musings.

"Yeah?" Stiles said, still thinking.

"Hey? You okay, dude?" asked Scott, worried about his friend.

"Yeah I-" Stiles suddenly stood up and went to the cupboard where they'd kept the stationary for the meetings. He took a sheet of paper and a Sharpie, sat back down on the couch, and wrote down, 'Contact me if you need any help. -Mischief' and wrote down his contact number.

He then crumpled the paper in his hand and muttered a spell under his breath. The paper caught fire and soon disappeared into thin air.

Stiles opened his eyes to his friends looking at him, with surprise etched on their faces. None of them had seen him perform magic before, other than Scott.

Stiles chuckled softly at their faces and said, "Right. Sorry, that was a way of sending messages via magic. I should have warned you guys about it."

"That was awesome!" exclaimed Liam, excited at witnessing his first bit of magic.

Everyone around him chuckled at his enthusiasm and was happy to see him this excited. That was the first time they'd seen him seem like a kid his age again, after his parents had been killed when the last time the hospital had been attacked by something supernatural. Now he was living with Scott at his place.

"I just sent my sister, Rebekah, a message to call if she needed any help with Nik." explained Stiles about the magic he'd just performed.

After a moment of silence from the pack, Stiles said, "So let's see. Kira is leaving for New York in a few days. I might have to leave and help Rebekah deal with Nik, if she calls. And my Sight says we all should pack up and leave town to keep it safe. So what do you think?"

"I don't know Stiles." said Scott sighing. "This is all going too fast. I need time to think about it. What do we do about school? What about our parents? Even if we decide to go, where do we go?"

"I think I can answer the where and school part of your question. You guys have to decide if you want to come with me or if you'd rather go by yourself." said Stiles.

"What do you mean? New Orleans? You want to go back?" asked Lydia, concern lacing her voice.

"Yeah. I believe so. I think it's time to give my siblings a visit. But I think I'll wait for Becks to contact me."

The Pack stayed quiet for a few moments, each in their own minds, before Lydia started speaking.

"Well my mom's always out of town, always working. So I don't think she'll miss me much if I come with you, Stiles." said Lydia after thinking for a few minutes. "I guess I'll just apply for a college there."

"Wait. You want to go with me? To New Orleans?" asked Stiles surprised and confused.

"Sure." was all she said shrugging.

"I guess even I'll apply there." said Malia after a few moments.

"Really?" Stiles asked, thrown completely off. He'd been thinking that his friends might not want to go with him and was prepared for it. But nothing had prepared him for this.

Scott sighed, "Well I think I should discuss it with my mom and Liam, together. Guys, we'll talk about this tomorrow. We'll meet back here. Same time?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"That's good." said Stiles. "And Scott, the Sheriff is coming with me. He knows a family in New Orleans, the O'Connell's. I guess they are related distantly. So, I think Noah's gonna transfer there to take up the station, as Sheriff. If we go that is."

"So, you were planning to leave?" asked Scott, surprised that Stiles hadn't told him about it before.

"Yeah. Look, I'm sorry Scott." said Stiles guiltily. "I thought it was time to see my siblings again. And then I got this premonition, and thought it best to leave town, to keep it safe."

Scott sighed, "I understand, dude. Okay guys, it's time. We'll meet tomorrow, same time or before. I guess we'll see how it goes. I let you know about our decision then."

Everyone agreed and picked their things up, to leave. Scott was the last to leave, so locked the loft behind him, before joining Stiles down the stairs.

They said their good nights and left to their respective homes, Scott with Liam, Stiles dropping Malia home and Lydia dropping Kira.

Tomorrow came soon; the Pack had helped Kira at her house to get the packing done. The Yukimuras' were leaving the next day.

After they'd helped Kira, they'd picked up some lunch and left for the loft.

They were meeting up, to discuss whether to leave or not. Kira, was obviously, leaving the next day, so it was kind of a sending off party and a meeting.

The six friends, occupied the couches and armchairs comfortably, and started off with the meeting.

A couple hours later, as they finished up their lunch, they decided to broach the subject they'd put off until the last.

"So, my mom said that we should have a new start some place. So I guess we are going with you Stiles." Scott started off.

"Really?" asked Stiles, clearly surprised by what Scott was saying and continued with, "Guys? You do remember what I told you about New Orleans, right? It's crawling with supernaturals. You'll probably end up getting involved in all the drama, of being involved with my family. And, not to forget, you'll all probably get killed. I don't want to risk your lives."

Scott, Lydia, Malia and Liam looked at him worried, but then Liam said, "Stiles, I'm scared, actually I'm terrified, but I don't have anyone in my life left to live for other than you guys. So, yes. I don't mind getting killed if it meant that we could always be family."

"Yeah. Liam's right Stiles, we are family, we are pack." said Scott, looking at his beta with pride. "We'll always be family, and protect each other. We'll always have each other's back."

Stiles smiled softly at his friends, no family. They'd always be his extended family. He knew Nik wouldn't be too happy about the Pack, but he knew how to deal with Nik. He also knew Nik was terrified of his magic.

Stiles sighed in defeat and said, "Okay. I guess. So, what's the plan?"

Scott scoffed at Stiles, "Seriously? You're the one who always comes up with a plan. And I know for a fact that you already have a plan."

"So, Stiles let's hear it." said Lydia smirking at the boys.

Stiles laughed at their words, shaking his head.

"We'll go once Becks calls. Probably soon I believe. Two to three days if I know Nik. I've already arranged a house for us."

"Okay. How are we going?" asked Malia.

"Private jet." said Stiles smirking, before his expression changed to doubt. "Guys, do you all want to live together in one big house or do you guys prefer to live separately?"

"Together I believe. We are family, right?" said Lydia smiling softly at her friends.

"Okay."

So they started planning the move to New Orleans with more enthusiasm. They said their goodbyes to Kira and decided to move as soon as Rebekah called Stiles. Till then they decided to pack up and tie loose ends.

The Pack was leaving Beacon Hills. Stiles had packed up a few of his Grimoires and put the rest under protection spells.

A few days later...

"Hello?"

"Mischief?" exclaimed the person on the other end in relief.

"Yeah, Becks. How are you?" said Stiles with happiness etched in his tone, but also a hint of concern. "So, what did Nik do now?"

"How do you know Nik-. You know what never mind. Bloody Nik! I dunno what's happening, but I can't reach Elijah. I want you here to help me find him. There's so much drama going on right now here, I can't deal with it alone. So can you get your bloody arse here as soon as possible?"

"I missed you, Stiles. How have been? Where were you? I've missed you too, I'm fine and around. Good to know you care Becks."

"I'll care when we have Elijah back, safe. So get your arse down here."

Stiles laughed at that. "I'm all packed and ready. See you in a couple of days. Take care Becks. Love you."

"I know. And I'm sorry for being rude." said Rebekah sighing, with a hint of relief that she'd talked to her brother after a long time, but still worried about Elijah. "Love you too. Come back and we'll have a reunion."

So here's chapter 3!

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23 March 2k17 12:39am

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