Q & A: (both from archive and fanfiction)

Q: Are they apologetic? If not why are they all there? Points if he gives Scott what for and tells him off! What about Derek, how does he feel about what went down before?
A: You'll find out in this chapter. They just like to be places. Derek doesn't exist yet.

Q: visions? ghost-talk? his subconscious talking to him?
A: Yeah Vision, from Age of Ultron and Civil War. Ghostbusters. You don't talk to yourself?
Q:One thing bothered me, was the sheriff unaware what the pack/Scott did to him? Why would he allow them into the house if he knew? It was just bothering me, thinking the sheriff is heartless if he knows.
A: One thing don't be bothered no more. Sheriff knows all, it's his town. You'll legit find out in this chapter
Q: So wait, was that a vision that made him pass out? Some sort of magical episode? Why'd he pass out in general?
A: Seeing Vision from Ultron and Civil War made him faint. Do you believe in magic?! Wouldn't you just pass out randomly in the forest unprotected?
Q:when this year are you going to update?
A: When you stop giving me attitude
(There was more from the same person, but this is enough)

Never Leave

"Hey, how's it going?" Stiles asked.

The pack stood there quietly as Stiles stood in his shorts. Scott looked like he wanted to say something by the way his mouth was gaping open like a fish, but nothing was coming out. What could he possibly say to Stiles that would make him feel better for the past two years?

"You're back." Lydia said breaking the silence.

"I'm back." Stiles said scratching at his arm.

"Why?" asked Jackson rudely.

"Because this is my home."

Jackson seemed to process what he said and just shrugged. The sheriff sat at the kitchen table watching everything go down with his gun at the ready just in case anyone got any ideas to harm his little boy. Liam sat holding another boy's hand, looking scared as he waited to see who would blow up first.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Erica asked stepping towards him.

Stiles took a cautious step back, somewhat behind Kira. He didn't want to be close to them. "I didn't think I had to tell you."

She looked hurt that he had moved away from her, but he could care less. They didn't get to play the victim and demand that he tell them everything, when it's their fault that he left in the first place. Kira looked around between everyone trying to figure out whose side she was on. Scott was still gaping like a fish out of water at his "best friend".

"What's the matter Scott, cat got your tongue?" Stiles asked.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Scott sounded wounded.

"Tell you what? That I was hurt that my own "best friend" who's like a brother abandon me, because I apparently couldn't take care of myself? You want me to tell you how my two years away from home was one of the most painful things I've ever experienced. You want to hear how I barely slept, because I wanted so badly to be able to protect the people that I love. Is that what you want?" Stiles spit out.

"Stiles I-"Scott started.

"NO!" his voice boomed. "You don't get to come in here with your alpha dick waving around expecting me to just wanting to hug it out with you. That's not how things work. I needed you, but you threw me to the side like I was nothing. When I was in Poland all I could think about was you and everyone else, but you all abandon me except for Kira. Who the hell knows about Derek since you guys kept me away from him!"

Everyone continued to stare in silence.

"Well don't get quiet now. Go ahead and tell me how terrible I am for leaving and not staying in contact with any of you. Please I dare you."

"Stiles we're sorry, we never meant to hurt you. We were protecting you." Isaac said.

"From what!"

Isaac shrank back into Danny's arms, Stiles felt bad for a moment before he just went back to being angry. He couldn't believe that they had come all the way to his house thinking that he would forgive them. It wasn't his fault that he had left and they needed to realize that.

"I think you all should leave."

"Stiles please." Scott begged.

"No, just leave." He could feel his magic start to bubble.

"We want to apologize to you, please let us." Lydia said taking a step further until she was in his face.

She placed his hand on his forearm, Stiles had lost it. Suddenly his tattoos started to glow a strong force had pushed Lydia back away from him, into Scott's open arms.

"Stiles what the hell!" Jackson yelled claws out.

Before he knew the sheriff had his gun pointed at him from the kitchen table.

"You touch my son and this bullet will go through your head. Scott get your friends and get out of my house. I thought it was a good idea for you all to talk it out, but clearly I was wrong. If Stiles doesn't want your apology or your friendship, then leave and don't come back until he does." He threatened.

Scott nodded still holding onto Lydia, they all left the house. Kira and Liam gave him sad looks before they closed the door.

"Are you okay son?" The sheriff asked standing in front of Stiles.

Stiles silently nodded and turned to walk back to his room, except the sheriff had stopped him. He turned around to face his father with tears slowly cascading down his face, the next thing he felt was his father's arms around him. Stiles cried into his the sheriff's uniform.

The next morning Stiles dragged himself out of bed and moved his body to get ready. He felt his body pulse with anger and he had to take a few calming breaths, after yesterday his tattoos throbbed nonstop.

'Stop.' He thought to himself.

His tattoos throbbed him response. Putting his hand to his head, Stiles held his head in his hands. Suddenly everything went black.

"Stiles, babe come here." He heard a voice say.

"Babe?" he questioned.

"Who else?"

Stiles rounded the corner and was met with Derek's smiling face, he paused and looked behind him to see if anyone was behind him.

"Are…are you talking to me?"

"Yeah." Sass was present.

"Why?"

"You're my boyfriend aren't you?"

His eyes got wide in shock he can't believe what he just heard. Derek is his boyfriend, is this real? Was he dreaming? HE WAS DATING FUCKING DEREK HALE.

"Babe?" Derek was in his personal space.

"Yes?" his voice was quiet.

Derek's hand cupped his cheek and Stiles looked into the multicolored eyes of the wolf. He started to lean up, going for the other man's lips, but the earth started to shake. The ground started to crack in half and he was being separated from the wolf.

"Derek!" he screamed with his arms stretched in front of him.

The other man didn't even seem to notice that the teen had drifted from him, because he kept talking to the space where Stiles was standing. His voice didn't reach him.

"Son!" a voice rumbled.

Stiles eyes flew open and his body launched forward, his forehead slammed into John's.

"Christ Stiles." John groaned clutching his head.

He groaned in response, his vision was somewhat blurry from the impact. "What happened?"

"I was calling you for breakfast, but you weren't responding. I thought that you were still sleeping, but when I came to get you, you were passed out on the bathroom floor. You were muttering about Derek."

Derek?

Oh right.

Derek.

"Sorry dad." He started to rise from the floor.

"Stiles if you're still tired, I'll call the school and you can just rest." John had a look of worry in his eyes.

"No that's okay."

John wrapped his son in a tight hug and for the first time, Stiles had realized how much he had missed his dad while he was Poland. He missed the soft blue of his father's hair, the dirty blonde hair, and his scolding looks.

"I missed you dad."

"I missed you too son." John kissed Stiles lightly on the head.

-TBC-

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