AN: Wow, you guys, wow. What did I do differently in the least chapter that made you all come to life? That was amazing, you deserve awards….brownies anyone? (I make special requests too)
touchcloud: I'm so happy you're finally here, I missed your reviews. Do you have access to my hard drive, or are you hacking my computer? Are you psychic? I'm not gonna lie, they are both getting their own separate chapters. I think you'll like this one but I could be wrong.
TheChronicler1209: I like the bonding too. And I'll try my best but no promises.
SterekFreak: …okay? Your command is my…plotline for a chapter or two. Ps: this was perfect please never leave!
Maddelynn: Hey there babes. Kind of traumatic? I mean, I guess it affects people differently but that would be super traumatic for me ;) Hm, do I want to fit into the stereotypical "cure" or do I want to put my own twist on this "cure"? I gave no permission to the fight in my head either, it's not fair. They've realized it now, but what'll they say when they realize Stiles doesn't want to stay? *gasp* I'm putting things into people's heads! I'm glad you're glad and hope to hear your vies this chapter.
jusk: Now, I'm glad you've chosen to want to read this story. However, when I saw your review on the first chapter I was telling you to run and never look back. So because you asked, here's an update ;)
Wow, so many names, you guys are great. I'm babysitting my baby brother right now so I have time to look at this early. Hope ya'll like it. (Also, if anyone's interested I've been working on two teen wolf stories in between this and What's Fixed Is Easily Broken and I'm thinking about continuing them but I don't know.)
Stiles' POV:
I stand in the silence for only a few minutes before I strip and grab some clothes from my drawer. I pull on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, dragging a jacket over it, chills running up my arms still. I had to figure out what I wanted, but I know what I want.
I want to go home, I want to forget this entire trip. I want to leave Beacon Hills behind me, that's all I've wanted since I left was to forget and move on. I did, I moved on, I met Brett and the pack. They're all that matter but…if I leave…I'm leaving this all behind again. I'm running away from the people who used to mean the world to me, I'm…I'm leaving them in danger. But…if I stay I'm putting my own pack in that crossfire. I look up to Brett, who's staring at the floor, I figured he'd be the first to want to go back. New York was where our life was…why was he so willing to stay? What happened while I was out to make him think we could leave our life behind and start over? I shake my head at him and frown, after all we've been through he'd rather me stay here and face this, face the people who left me while I felt like my world was falling apart. The people who made me leave the only place I used to call home, a place I still desperately wish I could call home.
"Stiles…" He looks up to me, his blue eyes burning into mine and I can't help but feel betrayed. He was standing up for them…defending them.
"Don't." I say and I know I'm being unreasonable but I don't care. I'm scared that…that they'll just use me all over again and…if I let my pack get close to them the way I did…what if I lose them both? "You're my husband, you're supposed to be on my side."
"I am on your side. I'm always on your side." He tells me, outraged. "You aren't in your right mind though, you don't even want to think about it."
"I shouldn't have to." I tell him, narrowing my eyes and pursing my lips. He closes his eyes and I frown. "I'm gonna go talk to Aleysha, hopefully she's the logical one of you two tonight." I walk past him and towards the stairs, intent of finding comfort on the girl I called my friend.
"Stiles…" I hear Brett call after me and I shake my head, walking down the stairs. I didn't want to admit to him I was scared about this. I could always tell him I feared dying or his dying or losing the betas but this…to admit to my husband, the man I love more than anyone else, that I was afraid the man who tore my heart apart would just have the same effect on me all over again. "Stiles, wait…" The wolves turn to look at me and I freeze, staring back at them. Jefferson stands off of Issac and smiles.
"Stiles." He greets and I smile at him lightly, wondering if it even looks like a smile or if it reveals the way my insides feel. The way the packs stand together, almost as if they've merged into one…I look back at Brett who stands a step behind me.
"I told them we were gonna talk before you came down, there was a reason behind that."
"Right." I say. "Of course there was." I walk through the group, ignoring the confused and pained faces I receive.
"Where are you going?" I turn at the door and face my husband.
"Does it matter?" I bite out, rolling my eyes. "I'm going to see my family, if you must know. I'll be back to make dinner unless you all want to go out and get to know each other over pizza. Huh. Looks like you're already the best of friends."
"You're being ridiculous!" Brett yells after me as I fling the door open.
"I know!" I yell back, slamming the door behind me and shoving my hands in my jacket's pocket, walking down the street. I hadn't been here in so long. Ten years, I've avoided this place like the plague, for ten years. Spent the holidays and birthday's with pictures that first year in New York and then, let my parents become just a memory. I lick my lip, I knew I wasn't healed, in fact I still felt a little weak but I knew I wasn't dying. I also know I needed space, to think, to clear my head. To get away from them.
My pack was…friends, on the same page?...as my old pack and honestly…it hurt. It made me think, okay, yeah, I brought them together but they wouldn't need me anymore…would they? Derek's pack didn't need me anymore. But that wasn't entirely true, was it? I walk to the cemetery and sit beside the two grave stones before looking at my hand and smiling at the golden band on my ring finger. I remember when we decided we needed to put a spell on the rings. When Brett forced me to see how crazy we were for waiting to take precautions like that, when we started discussing starting a family. I pulled my lip in between my teeth and chewed on it.
I keep saying I want to go home, I keep telling Brett and myself that's what I've always wanted. And sitting here now, thinking back on the mixed packs, on these past few days. What if it's true? What if that's all I've ever wanted and this was my last chance to get it? New York was only my home because Brett and the pack and Jordan were there, right here…this has always been my home and there's always been a small part of me that wanted more than anything to come back. It's just a part that I've pushed aside because I was scared. With my pack, my family here in my home…what if that's what's best for everyone? I look down to the ground and frown, but what if I'm just crazy?
Brett's leaning against the rental car when I finally make my way back to the house, he looks to me and raises his brows. I smile back at him and he shakes his head, letting out a laugh.
"How you feeling?" He asks me and I shrug, making my way over to stand in front of him.
"Still sore and not completely here." I respond and he nods. "I shouldn't have gotten mad at you, I know you're only doing what's right for our pack." He nods again, his blue eyes sparkling. I sigh, knowing he was waiting for something. "What do you want me to say? That I'm scared, that this is my home, that I want you to give up everything to stay. That I think I'll lose you if we do stay."
"Well, does that cover everything?" I glare at him before laughing and rolling my eyes. "In that case, yes…" He reaches up and pulls me closer by my hips, I smile up at him. "that's exactly what I want you to say." I lean up and kiss him, letting him pull me closer. I rest my head on his shoulder when I pull away, my heart pounds heavily in my chest. "I made them stay, I knew you'd come back and want to talk to them." I pull away.
"How do you know me so well?" He shrugs.
"The same way you know me so well. We're all terrified in this, Stiles, but if it's what you want…we're can try this. You're right, this is your home and you deserve to be here" he moves one hand up to my neck and rubs gently. "I still remember when we had our first Christmas together, you got so drunk it was hilarious. And when we finally laid down you told me you missed it here, you missed visiting your mom and you missed your dad. I wanted to take you back here then but you…didn't even want to give this place a chance and I never want you to feel like you have to be somewhere you don't belong." My heart pounded at the sweet words, I loved it when he talked to me after a fight. He always made a point of making sure I felt okay and knew just what to say. I smile at him and place my hands on his chest.
"God I want you so bad right now." I say and Brett laughs and shakes his head but lowers it to kiss me before pulling away. I make a face to him at the teasing but I can't stop smiling.
"Only you would kill such a good moment."
"Nu-huh," I defend. "We share that too, it was simply my turn." He stares at me and my heart skips, I hate that he still has that effect on me. I hate that I can't tell if I do the same to him. "But seriously," I tell him. "I cannot wait to get you alone." He pats the car and smiles.
"Who says you have to wait." I laugh at him but he just raises his brows.
"You're serious?" Was he not aware of the super hearing wolves in the house near us?
"Babe, you drive me crazy. I'd love to get my hands on you in the back of a rental." Well, I was no longer aware of anything but him and this rental car. I smile widely before turning and grabbing his hand, pulling him with me to the back door. I pull the door open and turn to face him, kissing him before leading him into the vehicle. He leans back and pulls the door shut before coming back to my lips. God, I love make-up sex.
"Seems you two made up." Aleysha teased us as we walked in and I smirked at her, almost laughing at Brett's blush.
"You totally forgot they could hear us didn't you?" I ask and Brett gives me a playful glare. I smiled before turning to Aleysha.
"How are you feeling?" Issac asked me and I bit the side of my tongue, it hurt to see them. It still hurt to see them, to try and face them. It happened so long ago, we've all grown so maybe they've changed.
"Better." I tell him and look to Scott who smiles shyly, Jefferson wraps his arms around my waist and I laugh. Jefferson was as much my child as my child would be. "Thanks for staying with me Jeff."
"It was horrible but I had Karen, and Issac came by to help when you passed out." I blinked and kept my arm around his shoulder, well it made sense their bond. Jeff wasn't one to trust people but he fell for someone so easily, not even in a romantic way, even friends. He would fall onto someone and care about them even when he didn't trust them and I can't tell if he trusted Issac or not but Issac was trustworthy.
"So," Aleysha looked to the group and I tilted my head. "What's going on? Brett didn't tell us anything." I looked to the side, wondering what I should tell them, staring at the floor by their shoes I thought about the events that occurred prior and what ran through my mind. I looked up, meeting eyes that stopped my heart. Derek's eyes. God, what was I doing? I couldn't do this…not again. There was no way I could face all of this again.
"We're staying." I tell Aleysha who beams, while Jefferson lets me go to look up at me with wide eyes. "But…" I say, raising a finger. "Only until this hunter situation we've created clears up." The thank you's come from so many lips as the betas all start talking to one another about making plans and I frown. How did they become so close in such a short time span? Jefferson's in between Scott and Issac, Telisa's near Dom talking to Erica and Jackson, Boyd and Andre are with Lydia, Allison's near Karen, David and Derek as they talk. Aleysha and Brett stand by me, Brett on my side and Aleysha in front of me.
"You're gonna change your mind." Aleysha tells me and I roll my eyes, she knew nothing of the sort. I had already changed my mind three times in the past few hours. "I promise you, you will Stiles, watch."
"And I promise you'll still be crazy. I'm calling Jordan." I tell her and Brett grabs my hand.
"I already called her."
"I know," I smile, throwing my arms around his neck when I turned to face him. "I have a few questions for her, plus, I miss her voice. You know, if she had written her number on my cup, this whole thing would be so different." I smirk and kiss him quick. "I'm glad she didn't."
"Me too, I'd hate to be the other woman." I laughed and shook my head, letting go of him and heading towards the kitchen, passing the two mixed packs, my heart pounding violently in my chest. What in heaven's name was I thinking? Maybe Aleysha's right, I will change my mind and make a run for it long before the other hunters get here.
AN: Wow, that's a lot that happened. I've had all day to write this, I have been working on it since last night and I still feel it's horrible. I genuinely know I'm never going to like this chapter but this was what I considered my best work of five so…I'm hoping you like it, because if I try writing one more time I might just go insane. I did want to emphasize on a few things and I hope I did.
So here's your choice readers: Jordan? Do we want her to come to Beacon Hills or do we want just a simple phone call with her? (I do know she will either way have a huge influence over Stiles in some upcoming chapter but that's it.) Also, am I updating these too fast? Cause I'll space it out.