So, this chapter isn't as emotional, reasons will be listed at the bottom…
Kira:
She never really knew Stiles; she didn't think she had ever even had a proper conversation with him… But she wished she had. She had watched the devastation his death left behind.
The selfish part of her wanted to run, didn't want so much baggage attached to her, but something in the back of her mind urged her to stay with Scott.
So, she did. As the years went by she could see the gaping wounds left by the incredible boy begin to heal.
Slowly, Scott began to smile again. He began to throw himself into school once more. But, instead of becoming a vet like everyone thought, he joined the police academy as soon as high school was complete. When asked, he said it was what Stiles had wanted to do. It was his way of keeping his best friend alive. A few months after graduating and starting his job at the station, he went on his first date with Kira. Even as months turned to years Scott would not marry Kira. One night he finally explained that he couldn't because he had promised Stiles that he would be his best man.
Lydia decided she didn't need a man and used the faith Stiles had in her to move on. She refused to allow anyone or anything to stop her. She quickly breezed through college and got a doctorate in the Medical Field. She was the one to find the cure to frontotemporal dementia. She named the treatment Stiles.
Melissa had a hard time trying to be strong, and after a few months of her son and friend's depression, she broke. It was the woman's pleading that woke the Sheriff from his darkness. The older Stilinski male clung to the woman who was a constant through his life. After the small sign of life from her friend the woman seemed to have found new strength. It wasn't until he had a heart attack did the woman begin to interfere. She moved the older male into her home and nursed him back to health.
Even though the last living Stilinski found his way out of the darkness, there were times when his eyes would glaze over and everyone knew he was thinking of his son. No one bothered him when he got like this, they just waited it out.
The twins Ethan and Aiden left the town with Peter after realizing that Scott would never let them into his pack, would never trust them enough.
Isaac took up Scott's position as the assistant to the Vet. He loved animals and he was good with them. The damaged male was able to finally find his footing. The scars left on the boy were slowly healing. He was finally finding out who he was.
It helped that he and Allison were together. From an outsider's point of view, the two were adorable. But Kira was close enough to see the unhealthy co-dependency.
Although Allison seemed like she was so put together, following Scott into the Police Academy. It was easy to see that she hadn't let herself heal correctly from any of the losses in her life. She depended on Isaac to keep her sane, to keep her balanced. He needed her because she needed him. The young male needed to feel loved and important. It was unhealthy, but it worked for them.
Derek, he relaxed after getting his sister back again. He became a fantasy writer. The series centered on a boy who would only answer to the name of Stiles. He allowed himself to finally become pack, letting go of all the guilt and sorrow he held onto for so long.
Chris Argent became the ever watchful protector of their town. He dedicated almost all of his time to patrolling and keeping the pack updated on any potential threats. He never seemed to have gotten over the loss of that innocent teenaged boy.
Kira smiled as she watched her pack mill around the McCall backyard.
"Mommy!" A little boy cried out, running to her. Bending down she picked the dark haired boy up into her arms.
"What's wrong little one?" The little boy pointed to a girl with short strawberry blonde hair.
"Ruth is being a meany!" The girl huffed in an irrated manner.
"No I'm not. Stiles needs to learn how to share." She accused, pointing her finger angrily at the crying boy.
Laughter sprung up around the yard, all eyes on the feuding children. Scott pulled his boy from Kira's arms as Lydia picked up her baby girl.
"Come on now buddy. Don't cry. You know you've gotta be a strong boy."
The little boy gave a watery grin to his father. "Cuz my name is a strong one."
The only answer the boy received was a grin from his father.
"And I know you'll do great things one day, just like your Uncle did."
Stiles nodded before slipping from his father's hold. With his chin stubbornly jutted out he walked towards Lydia, took off his watch, and held it up to Ruth. "You can play with it." He mumbled.
The young girl laughed happily and jumped from her mother's arms and straight into Stiles, knocking them both to the ground.
Together they laughed and Kira felt that this was as close to a happy ending as anyone could ever get.
Stiles:
He had been floating just on the outskirts of their reach, never wanting to interfere. He watched with pain as the people he loved suffered. Wanting so bad to be able to hug his brother and father, to tell Lydia that it would be ok, to give Derek the welcome home he deserved…. But, he stayed away, silently praying that they would heal.
He watched as each person slowly began to love again, began to allow their hearts to heal.
He was there to watch them graduate high school. Was there when Derek had his first meeting with his Publicist, and when Lydia got her doctorates. He was cheering Allison on as she pushed through the Police academy and wishing Isaac luck when he went to Deaton to be taken on as an apprentice.
He was there, in the delivery room when his brother held his child for the first time. When Kira declared that the baby boy's name was Stiles he watched his best friend cry and hold his child closer.
He watched as their lives moved on, as they grew older and fashion changed.
It wasn't till that afternoon that he realized that they would be ok without him. It hurt slightly, but there was a relief unlike any he ever felt before.
It was then that he felt a hand take his. Turning his head his eyes went wide as he saw the face of his mother.
"I think, its safe for us to wait for them on the other side." Stiles held back a sob.
"I want to be there with them…" He confessed.
His mother held his face in her hands. "This isn't our world anymore."
"I know…" He whispered, closing his eyes.
"Stiles?" He heard a whisper. He turned, looking into the eyes of the young woman he once loved. He sent her his largest smile. He was still a teenager. He would never grow old. He didn't belong. But before he left he wanted to do one thing.
Walking up to Lydia he stood on his toes and placed a kiss to her lips. "I'm so proud of all of you." He whispered. Tears gathered in her eyes as she held back a sob.
People around her began to notice this odd behavior, moving closer to try and see what was wrong.
With one last smile he felt himself become lighter, until there was nothing left…
The point of doing this last chapter like this was to try and objectively show how each person moved on. It's from the view of someone who was never really part of the group and who never really knew Stiles.
Isaac I felt has never had the time to heal. He was an abuse victim thrown into a rather wild situation. I feel like in the episodes he is almost like a child with his need for Scott to be happy with him, and wanting Allison to find him appealing.
Allison, is another person I feel that never really dealt with her problems. She seemed to have latched onto Isaac in hopes of finding some stable ground once again.
For Scott, I wanted to show that it takes time to heal, but that life won't wait for you. Even when a person is gone the sun will still rise the next day. I wanted him to hurt, but to slowly heal.
For the Sheriff, I thought of having him and Melissa together, but decided against it. This man lost his Wife and Son. No matter how much the wounds scabbed over, he would never fully heal.
Each person had dealt with things their own way, and those close to Stiles found their own ways of keeping him alive.