"He knows…"

"Well, hello to you too, Ethan," Stiles said in a sarcastic tone – as sarcastic as he could get at the moment – looking up from the table he had been staring at for the better part of an hour at the bakery.

Ethan just rolled his red eyes, obviously he had been crying, and sat down at the table "Hey… He knows."

"Who knows what?" Stiles sighed, not really wanting to deal with the former, in more sense than one, alpha twin. Not just because he wasn't a huge fan of him to begin with and he didn't want to deal with people right now, he didn't know if he could deal with the guilt that came with seeing Ethan without his scarier half and knowing that he was at least partially responsible.

"Danny knows about werewolves. He just told me and I thought one of you should know before I left, just so someone could keep an eye on him," Ethan told him, his voice – that honestly didn't match his body if you asked Stiles, like seriously, why was that? Focus Stiles! – unnaturally quiet. The same way it had been since his brother.

"Is this supposed to be news?" Stiles asked him.

Ethan just stared at him, "What do you mean 'is this supposed to be news?' Did you know?"

"Dude, I've known since beginning of last summer. Your boyfriend is not as subtle as he likes to think," Stiles snarks. "And wait. What do you mean before you left? You're leaving Beacon Hills?"

"That's not really any of your business, Stilinski, now is it?" Ethan growled.

"Down Cujo, it was just a question." Stiles said, holding his hands up.

"To answer your question, even though it is none of your business, yes I'm leaving," Ethan told him.

"Why?"

"You know why. You of all people know why!" Ethan snapped, slightly regretting it when he saw Stiles flinch. "Sorry."

"No, it's fine. I kind of deserved it," Stiles sighed.

"No you didn't. It's not your fault. None of it is. You didn't ask for that crazy thing to invade your mind and body. I'm just having a hard time and took it out on you. But that's why I have to go. I can't be here anymore," Ethan told him.

"I understand," when it looked like Ethan was about to interrupt he hurried on saying, "Everything reminds you of him. Your twin, your other half. You want a fresh start, go someplace that doesn't serve as reminders of him every time you turn a corner. I get it," Stiles finished.

"How? How do you get it so well?" Ethan asked. He didn't understand why he was having this conversation with Stiles of all people. But he was curious as to how this human, who he was pretty sure hated him, was able to explain exactly how he was feeling when no one else could.

"I felt the same way when my mom died. Everything reminded me of her. If I was older when it had happened, I probably would have left here too. I had Scott to help me through it though. Keep me grounded. He was like my brother. Sorry, poor choice of words…" Stiles said when he saw Ethan flinch. "I feel like that now too though. Every time I turn around I see a reminder of all of the people I killed while the Nogitsune. I would leave now too if I could bear to leave my dad. So I get it, I really do. You lost your brother, your connection to life. You have to go find it again."

"Thanks, Stilinski," Ethan said to him.

"For what?" Stiles asked, honestly confused.

"For saying that, for helping. I don't know why, but talking to you really did help, so thanks. Just don't tell anyone I said that. I have a reputation to uphold." Ethan finished with a smirk. It was a ghost of his old smirk, but it was still there.

"Anytime, man. Oh, and to answer your original question, yeah, I'll make sure Danny is looked after." Ethan nodded his thanks. Stiles got up to leave. "One last thing, after you find your connection to life again, and realize that you're an idiot for leaving Danny, you should come back. Beacon Hills won't be the same without you." With that, Stiles left the bakery, leaving Ethan sitting there staring at the food he honestly didn't remember ever ordering.

He was so focused, even with his werewolf senses, he missed Liz, Danny's cousin, walking out of the back and sitting down. "He's right you know. You should come back. Leave for a while, clear your head and come to terms with Aiden's death, but then come back," was all she said before she went to go help a costumer.

After a few more minutes, Derek came out and sat down across from him. "I wanted to thank you for helping me stop the Nogitsune. You and Aiden both proved that you actually are the good guys. So when you do decide to come back, you will still have a pack here."

~ANNOYINGLINEBREAK~

Later that day, Ethan sat on his bike staring at the sign that said "Now Leaving Beacon Hills, Come Back Soon." Sighing, he started his bike and drove away to god knows where. Maybe one day he would come back to Beacon Hills. The place where he lost everything. But also, the place where he found friends. He found Danny, and Derek, and Scott, and though he would probably never admit it to anyone, Stiles. So yeah, he lost his pack, and he lost his brother, but maybe he didn't lose everything like he thought. Maybe those friends, and the opportunity of having a pack again would be enough to bring him back to Beacon Hills in the future. Only time would tell.

Hi peoples! Sorry it's been a little while, end of school and all that… I hope you like this story! I feel like Ethan and Stiles might be a little OOC, but I also feel like the way they act fits with what they are going through… At least I hope it does… otherwise they are just really ooc and I'm a horrible writer… O well! It is really hard to write Ethan I have discovered… I hope I did alright… So I have had a One Direction song stuck in my head all day so I'm really proud of myself for not putting any 1D references in this story… So I feel as if I have rambled enough for all of you who have actually read up to this point… I thank those who have though! Oh, and this is dedicated to Kendadra who gave me the idea for the ending! You are all looking fabulous today and thank you for reading my stories!