So, I promised Beacon Hill pack reaction. Instead of all of them I did about half of them.
I'm actually exhausted, I went shopping and then babysat but I wanted to get this up because I wanted to know if I should show more of Derek's pack, more of Brett's pack(including Stiles and Brett's stupid romance) or if I should just get on with the angst? I'm never good at deciding so preferences would be great.
Derek's heart was pulsing with regret, remembering the pain he saw on Stiles' face, the screams that tore through his lov-…ex-lover's throat. He looks to his betas and frown. They're not talking much as they sit in the Hale house. He had got it refurnished after Stiles left Beacon Hills, hoping to get rid of the scent of the young man out of his house. His betas were torn apart the day he left. Erica had been sitting on the porch, staring into the distance when they returned from their run.
"Erica?" Boyd ran over to his girlfriend and she looked at him. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Stiles…" Her voice cracked and she frowned, looking down.
"Stiles what?" Scott asked, moving closer, desperate to hear what was wrong with his best friend.
"He's leaving." She whispers. Derek looks down, guilt filling him. He had broken things off with Stiles for the younger man's own protection, for his packs own protection…maybe it was selfish too. There might have been a part of him that broke things up because they were getting more than serious, because Derek wanted more than what Stiles would ever be able to give him. Issac looks towards Derek then back to the blond on the steps.
"Well, yeah, he left." Issac said. It had been two weeks since the break up, so no one really understood why Stiles leaving was new to Erica. The woman just shook her head.
"No, he came by today. He's leavin…he's leaving Beacon Hills. He left his keys and everything. He's on a flight out of here." The pack stood in silence before the denial shot through them. Then Scott and Jackson were dashing towards the street and running to find the human. A human who they had cut off from after the break-up but still listened to for a couple of moments, maybe hours, when he was asleep in his locked up house.
"Where are his keys?" Derek asked and Erica shrugged, falling into her boyfriend. Derek entered the house, looking. He spotted the keys on top of a piece of paper. He frowned and slowly walked over to the note, the note that reeked of Stiles, like the rest of the house. He lifted the key and then pulled the note and read it with shaking hand.
'Derek,
To be honest, I still don't know where we went wrong. I still think we were and are perfect. I hope you aren't doing this for some stupid reason that you're too afraid to tell me about because it would suck to find out you left me because you thought I couldn't handle your werewolf ass on the full moon or some bullshit like that. I don't think it's possible to stop loving you but I promise I'll move on. I'll admit, it hurt at first, still does actually, and I'm not sure the pain will go away. I'm leaving because I have nothing here anymore. The whole pack has cut off from me and I hope I don't sound bitter but that hurts, they were just as much mine as they were yours. I don't want to be stuck in a dead end job and feel the pain of seeing you or your pack wherever I go. I got offered a job across the country which I've accepted and maybe one day I'll return, maybe you'll have your head on straight and we can catch up on life.
I wasn't sure what to with the key, so I decided to leave it. I didn't take anything of yours, only my things, I left all the furniture and all the supplies around the house. Feel free to do whatever you want with them, I won't be around to stop you. Just keep everyone safe, you have my number and it may change at some point. I won't be surprised, you know me and my phones, but I'll try and keep it as long as I possibly can. If only so that when one of you get hurt, and you have to call me if someone is dying, I don't care if you stalk me and find me, you have to inform me of that. Until the day we meet again, and with my luck we will somehow find each other again, I just want you to know. I loved you since day one and I'll love you with my last breath, if someone takes your place…when someone takes my place we can both be the bigger man and be happy the other is happy. That's all I want for you and your pack.
I'm sorry for this and for whatever I did…I love you and the pack. Goodbye.
~Stiles
By the time Jackson and Scott got back looking defeated Derek had hidden the note and kept the key in visible sight. The pack looked much like they had that night, aside from Issac who looked like the pain was slowly leaving but still there. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, deciding his pack couldn't handle getting close to Stiles just for the young man to leave all over again. He also decides that it would only take a moment with his ex for the wolves to fall in love with him all over again. He leaves the room and can hear the whispers of him the second he's out. He can hear Issac telling Scott about how Stiles is in pain, how he's not okay, how something is wrong. He hears Jackson, who is nuzzling Lydia, telling her how he didn't mean to hurt Stiles, he's just hurt THEIR Stiles smells like someone else's, is someone else's. Erica's talking to Boyd about her Batman and Boyd's whispering, asking why Stiles can't stay this time around, making her question why they can't be a pack again. Derek's heart pounds and he walks to his bedroom where he pulls out the note and sits on his bed.
He can't help but wonder why he let Stiles go, why he was so scared. He lays on the bed and closes his eyes for a second, letting himself fall apart where his betas can't see for just one moment. Then he's hiding the note and he's heading downstairs, mask in tact, ready to let their training begin.
Scott's heart thudded in his chest. His best friend was different, changed. His best friend was someone else's best friend. The man he had spent years with had given up on him and his pack, the same way this pack had turned their backs on him. But they hadn't, not really. Okay, they had. They had screwed up and while part of him was happy he found a pack that was there for him, that would protect him when they couldn't. It had been a fear in everyone when Erica had said that Stiles had moved. When he and Jackson had finally made it to the airport, Stiles' plane having already left they had broken down.
Scott stared out the airport window as Jackson sunk down into a chair with a shaky sigh. The blond ran a hand through his hair, a small whimper leaving him. Scott swallowed heavily, unbelieving his best friend could leave that suddenly, that easily.
"Scott?" Jackson questioned.
"He's not gone." Scott shook his head, facing the wolf. "He wouldn't leave him. He wouldn't put us…himself in danger by leaving like that." Jackson bit his lip and looked to his feet. They both knew that was a lie, if it made it easier for the pack Stiles would throw himself in freezing water. "Maybe, maybe he just said it to hurt Erica."
"He wouldn't do that." Jackson whispered and Scott knew that was true. It probably hurt Stiles to know he hurt Erica, unless he didn't know leaving them would hurt them. They were after all ignoring him, but it wasn't because they didn't care it was to protect him. Derek was right, Stiles was constantly in danger because of their werewolf stank on him and if that meant putting some space between them then so be it. They should've known better. "He's gone, Scott."
"What is he going to do? How is he going to protect himself? We can't protect him if he's not here, Jackson, we can't keep him safe!"
"He's strong enough to protect himself, maybe he'll be safer away from us." Scott licked his lip. "Stiles wouldn't let us attend his funeral."
"Stiles is going to die without us and it's all our fault."
Scott closed his eyes tightly, wondering how easy it was for Stiles to replace them. They haven't replaced Stiles, they couldn't replace Stiles. Stiles was one of a kind, no one would treat them the way Stiles did. Derek left the room and Issac leaned closer to him.
"He's not okay Scott." Issac whisperd and worry filled the brown eyes that stared back.
"Wha-what do you mean?"
"I mean he's in pain, he's hurting. Something's wrong. Something isn't right, you have to feel it tell me you feel it." Scott stared at his panicked boyfriend, wondering just what the boy could be referring to. Stiles didn't seem in pain, aside from the throwing up blood, but that was nothing serious, if it were they better tell them. They could accept it if Stiles went back to New York, Scott knows no one would be able to accept it if Stiles died.
Lydia doesn't mind Jackson nuzzling her as she thinks about Stiles. Stiles had liked her since third grade, he had the biggest crush on her. When Jackson took her with him to pack meetings, saying she was pack because she was his mate and something, she had learned that Stiles' crush wasn't all it was cracked up to be. He loved her, he continued to protect her and he defended her but he wasn't in love with her. He wasn't going to try and steal her from Jackson, not that he would have a chance because what was between her and the blue-eyed wolf was apparently more than love. He was already in love, with none other than their Alpha. Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski, it had been a weird adjustment for all of them, including Sheriff Stilinski but they had seen it was – what the though it was – more than love.
They all thought it, she's not going to lie. The way they looked at each other, the conversations they had, it was bigger than what was between her and Jackson. That was noticeable. It was obvious, to everyone except Stiles and Derek. Stiles and Derek liked to pretend it was barely a crush, even when she caught Derek pinning a flushed Stiles to the wall who was smiling up at him, lips red. She wasn't stupid, she didn't need to be a werewolf to smell that arousal. It's Stiles and Derek because Stiles had more insecurities than anyone she's even known and that included herself and Jackson. Stiles refused to believe Derek could love him, would stay with him forever. She still hates that the Alpha was able to prove to Stiles how true he was, she still hates that she'll never know if Stiles believes everyone will leave him because they did, because his father did, because his mother did. She hates not knowing.
"I didn't mean to." Jackson whispers to her and she hums, letting him continue. "I didn't mean to hurt Stiles." The anger hid the sad and pained look as Jackson told Stiles he smelt weird. They had all seen it, they had been aware and no one stopped anyone. "It's just…it hurts."
"I know." She does, because it does hurt. It hurts not having Stiles anymore, not having the crazy human ramble about something until Derek snaps at him to get to the point.
"It hurts know he smells like someone else's….it hurts that he is someone else's. He has a pack, Lyds, he replaced us." She doesn't believe that, she believes he loves them just as much. It might be wishful thinking on her part, on their part, to believe that but she has to because he's Stiles and not believing it hurts. Stiles was always there for her.
He would sit in her room and listen as she rambled, he'd remove her make-up, along with her insecurities and watch her in the mirror as she reapplied a new cover-up. He would comfort her, love her, tell her how beautiful and smart and strong she was. Stiles was there, he was there for everyone and Derek was doing a decent job at making up for it but her and Allison are struggling to try and help. She still remembers the phone call she got from Jackson while she was away at college, his sobbing voice on the other side of the line, telling her what happened, begging her to find him.
She had just gotten in from class when the phone rang. She quickly pulled it out and snapped it open, hoping it wasn't Stiles in danger. Her Alpha and her Alpha's mate had broken up recently. The wolves all did patrol around his house where he was always alone if he wasn't out. They were to tell her if something happened to him and she would rush over. She hadn't sensed any death and she didn't want to.
"Hello?"
"L-lyds." Worry fills her face at the sound of her boyfriend.
"Jackosn? Baby, what's wrong?"
"Stiles…Stiles…" She knew it, she knew it. "Stiles left, we don't know where he went. He didn't tell us. He left Beacon Hills." She bites her lips.
"Left?"
"Scott and I, we went to go get him but he was gone. He left and he's not coming back. He doesn't love us. He's gonna get hurt. Please, please, you have to find him. We have to find him. What are we supposed to do? What do we do now?" She sits on her bed, feeling liket eh wind had been knocked out of her. Some of her thinks this is partly her fault. They had tried so hard to make sure he was safe that they made him feel alone. They had left him and they shouldn't have, they should have answered calls, they should've went over and cuddled with him, made him know. Know that he mightn't be pack right now but he was still family, he would always be family.
"I don't know." She tells him.
Jackson had talked and cried and begged. She came home only the next week, she couldn't be here while Stiles was potentially in danger. Her and Allison had gotten help from Allison's father in order to try and find the young teen. When they came up empty handed after two months, they gave up. Someone would know, one of them would feel it, if anything happened to him. They really hadn't meant to hurt Stiles, it was just scary to remember he may be a spark but he was still human and human's die. Stiles' dad dying had just opened their eyes to it.
"It's our fault you know?" He looked to his girlfriend who stared at the water, perched on the rock, away from pack, away from Derek. "We made him leave." Boyd licked his lips and looked down. Erica had a point it had been their fault. "Batman left because we made him, we made sure he knew he was needed anymore."
"We still need him."
"We'll always need him. We can't do this without him."
"Yes we can." Erica looks to him, eyes wide and filled to the brim with tears that just threatened to fall down her face.
"You didn't see his face, you didn't hear his voice. He didn't care. He doesn't care about us anymore, Boyd, he hates us." Boyd hugged her, pulling her to his chest as she cried.
"Stiles could never hate us. You know that. And he'll never stop caring about us. If we need him, if we need him desperately, he'll come running. You have to know that." And he knew she did by the nod against his chest and the whispered words of knowing he'd run faster than humanly possible with a watery, wishful chuckle.
Boyd had let his girlfriend cry on him for a while longer, reassuring her the Batman was going to be okay. He had to be because Stiles was Stiles and while he had no sense of self-preservation he was strong, a fighter. He'd fight with death until the man put Stiles back in his body, or he'd just follow the guy around annoying him until he was returned to the land of the living.
Seeing him again, knowing he was okay had relieved all of them. When Scott had said he was coming they were all happy to know he was still alive, he still cared. Even if it was just a little, it was still there, he still cared. To see him with their own eyes had made it just that much better, almost like a weight that had been lifted off their shoulders. When the smelt him though, the smell of belonging to someone else, it had hurt. It hurt all of them Boyd included. Stiles was back, Stiles was alive, Stiles was safe, Stiles was okay, but Stiles belonged to someone else. Was part of someone else's pack.
Boyd holds Erica as she rambles about her Batman. About Stiles being everything he was, about the times before the split, the times they spent patrolling his house, the times they thought he'd time, the times they prayed he'd return. She's just spewing things out, wondering if he'll leave, if he loves his new pack more, if he's safe, if he'll stay.
"Why can't Stiles stay this time around?" He doesn't want to hear Stiles' view on this, he probably isn't so fond of them right now, but he needs to know. They could let Stiles back.
"Yeah," Erica whispers back. "We could be one big pack. Why wouldn't we be able to be one big pack? Why CAN'T we be pack again?" Boyd doesn't know the answer to that. He understand Stiles needs to be safe but he can obviously handle himself fine, if his new pack is any indication. He was a supernatural magnet and Stiles had to stay they needed him. Boyd pulls Erica to him.
"Maybe he will stay, maybe we'll be pack again." And he can only hope it's true, wondering what everyone else thinks. Now that he's older, now that he's wiser, he'd make Stiles stay. He's sure Scott and Jackson would help him too. The whole pack would, even Derek, because Derek needs to know what's good for them and Stiles isn't only what's good for them he's what's best for them.
AN: I wanted to give the pack a bit of back story to add to the drama. I still genuinely think they'd have cared and will always care about Stiles. Hence the flashbacks. There may be a reason for why I chose who I chose to portray the pack. They might not be one. Meh, who knows, I don't.