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He woke up and looked over the alarm clock across the room, he had slept much longer then he was planning to. He hardly slept much anymore except for when he overused magic. It was 12 hours after he had checked into the motel and check out was in 30 minutes, which was fine since he didn't exactly have anything to pack up. All he had to do was put on his burned clothes again that he had taken off before he had slipped into bed the night before, which was just his coat and jeans.
He did decide though that he wanted a shower before check out time and took one. Although it wasn't a vary pleasant experience putting back on the same dirty clothes, but he did it anyways. He looked at himself in the mirror, his coat and jeans were burned in a very obvious way. His clothes still smelled like smoke and something else that he didn't want to figure out, even though rain had heavily saturated his clothing last night. At least they had dried considerably since the night before.
He looked at his face more particularly at the scar on his head. The scar no longer looked the way it had before because it had a new burn line through it. Now that the adrenaline had worn off he could feel the pain radiating from the burn as well as several other places where he had been burned. Those places included three burns on his face on his left cheek, his chin and a point that was between the two. He also noted that his hair was singed in places. He needed to cut his hair and new clothes.
Unfortunately one thing he had found out about last night, was that his credit card was not active and his cash had future dates on them which made them seem like they were fake. Of course he doubted that many people looked that closely at bills but he didn't have that much cash on him. He had to use all the charm he had in order to convince the motel manager to accept the bills. Real charm, not magic, any more magic and he would have died.
He walked out of the bathroom and looked at the clock, yeah his time was just about up. He grabbed his key from the table and made his way out the door. He wasn't going to return it, but he might use it for some other reason. The motel was cheap and hadn't had any continental breakfast, even if it had had one he would have slept straight through it. Stiles was hungry and he was going to have to go get it on foot since he didn't have a car here and his younger self wouldn't be able to drive for another 11 years. He had few choices that were close to his motel and of his few options he picked a grungy looking diner. He certainly wouldn't normally look out of place but his singed clothes certainly made the occupants look at him a little strangely. He sat down in one of the booths and a waitress come over, she looked him over crinkled her nose at his outfit, however she was professional enough not to say anything except.
"Can I take your order?"Stiles ordered a small meal not really feeling like staying in the place for long and the girl went away. He stared down at the worn wooden table and thought about they really needed to varnish these tables, because they looked like pieces of crap. It was no wonder there was hardly anyone in the diner even though it was lunch time.
He shook his head, he had to figure out what he was going to do. He had no idea how much time he had here before Derek figured out a way to get him back. He stopped for a moment, would Derek even want to get him back? He wasn't exactly a bottle of sunshine these days and he was always sending them after monsters maybe Derek would want a break from all that. It also wasn't exactly like they were close, they lived together but only because the arrangement work for the both of them, they barely talked at all. What if Derek left him here? Stiles shook his head, he had work under the assumption that Derek was trying to figure out a way to get him back.
His meal of hash browns and eggs came out and Stiles dug in, but ate slowly since he had to figure out what his next step was. He had a laundry list of things to do, the first was to buy clothes that weren't burned, the second was apply burn ointment to his skin but he could both of those at a store. So he supposed his first stop was the nearest Walmart or Target. What other things did he want to do? He wanted to see his Mom and Dad again, he wanted to talk with them even if he had to get himself arrested to talk with his Dad. With that in mind he left a tip and made his way out of the diner.
He needed a ride, there was no way he was going to be able to do in the time that was left without a car, which meant that he was going to have to steal one. With that in mind he went to the crappiest car on the street, the one that looked the least cared for the one that would hopefully take the longest time to be called in stolen. Stiles found a rock in the gutter, it was pretty sizable rock hopefully big enough to break the window, then he paused and used his other hand not holding the rock to try the door which was unlocked, he smiled and dropped the rock it was his lucky day.
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