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After spending the whole day together shopping and eating out. It was Stiles’ treat -Well actually it was his moms for leaving him the trust fund.
Stiles had explained that he no longer felt that Beacon Hills was his home, his father understood, thank god for him, and called Aunt Liz which lived in a small town called Mystic falls. He explained that Stiles needed to get away, blaming it on his friends (Boyd and Erica) dying –Which wasn’t a total lie (thank god, Stiles hated lying for a long period of time) he did feel sad about them dying –and uncomfortable each time he thought he would see them but didn’t.
Aunt Liz seemed thrilled at the idea, not strange since him and Caroline were always pretty close as kids –more like brother and sister then cousins.
Monday morning came with Stiles sleeping in, the sheriff going to school to fill the transfer papers for changing schools –unfortunately that wasn’t the only thing that happened that morning, he also met the pack.
“Sheriff, Stiles isn’t going anywhere.” ‘Who the hell is he to tell my son what to do?!’
“Mr. Hale, my son is moving to get away from you people. Not that it’s your business. “The grin he shot at him was wicked, promising to be shot if he didn’t shut up.
“Stiles is my pack though! He can’t go unless I told him to!” Scott piped up, brows furrowed in confusion and slight anger.
“You don’t tell my son what to do, it’s not that hard to understand Scott.” He was practilly breathing smoke from his nose by his anger, which led to what he said next;
“Scott, Derek, Isaac I do think you are forgetting that our pal Deaton has given me a rather big supply of wolves bane so if I were you I would take that into consideration.
Miss. Argent I can link you and your father to a number of crimes the only reason your father isn’t in jail is because my son begged me not to send you there. Miss. Martin I hear banshees are vulnerable to iron and salt now if you all will excuse me I’m going to go help Stiles pack because you chased him away.
“Sheriff I understand that you’re upset but we didn’t make Stiles leave.” Allison piped up quietly, gaze turned to the ground as if knowing what she heard next would be hard.
Seeing red he begins his tirade, something he’d wanted to do forever. He decides to start with Allison.
“Your family is crazy, burning down a whole family which made Peter crazy and Derek emotionally stunted which then led to a story you all know about the fight off power and how Peter attacked Lydia and killed your aunt.”
He turns and points to Derek
“He bit Jackson, Isaac, Erica and Boyd. To defend himself from your family Allison. Erica and Boyd are dead because of him -Jackson became the Kanima because of the bite and we all know how that worked out. Stiles got beat up because of you. Yeah your mom died but Derek was protecting Scott. And we all know that Scott’s head over heels for you.”
He turns back to Allison
“Now we get to the Darach and the Alpha pack: your grandfather blinded Deucalion who then learned that too get stronger fast you can kill you pack and convinced a bunch of other people to do the same. Except one survived and killed a bunch of people as sacrifices to power herself up for revenge. I got stabbed and my son saved us all by stopping the roof from collapsing. So you see Allison your Family started all this shit and I for one am sick of it tell your father if I catch him hunting without my permission he will go straight to prison you got that?”
The nod she gave was weak and she was half turned to leave when he spoke up again, catching her interest.
“In fact I just became the Alpha of you all I am going to watch you all closely, so if you or your dad goes hunting without my permission I will know, got that? Now get to class and don’t bother contacting my son again”
“Oh and by the way, Mr. Hale do be thankful that I’m not arresting you for having sex with a minor.” When Derek’s eyes bulge he speaks again “-yeah that’s right he told me a lot of things this weekend. Like how you had sex with my seventeen year old on Thursday and threw him out afterwards. Do you know he contemplated cutting his wrists just give me one reason to put a bullet in you, which I will. Just not at this very moment, now get the fuck off school ground before I get another call about a pedophile in a leather jacket.
He makes it home in the evening, hoping to god that his limited knowledge of computers and laptops helped him along when getting his son a going away gift. Waiting to give him it while packing was torture, the sheriff wanting to see his son smile before he left home.
“Dad you didn’t have to get me this!” Stiles exclaimed as the sheriff finally gave him his present, an excited grin on his face.
“What and miss out on skyping with my son?” He joked, grinning hugely. “No chance, besides –You can’t fit your computer in that backpack of yours so you needed a laptop.”
The hug he got was worth the much lighter wallet, the sheriff also made sure to give him an emergency credit card as well as some money for gas.
After a tearful goodbye he finally got Beacon hills in his review mirror, both physically and mentally. He couldn’t help but grin at the sign as (after many hours) he got there.
Now Entering Mystic Falls
The darkness ebbed away as he arrived, almost as if his body knew that this was a new start. A better start.