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Stiles felt numb.
Looking at the hospital bed, his father connected to all kinds of wires and machines. Silent, still, in a way he didn’t want to see his dad ever. Seeing his mom like that had been bad enough, so when the news came that something had gone wrong and Sheriff Stilinski had been hurt, Stiles' world had stopped spinning.
At the sound of his phone, he looked up, but as soon as it showed ‘Scott’ he pressed decline. His Alpha hadn’t called once to check up on him. Chances were he needed Stiles to do research or whatever else that he didn’t have the headspace for.
On top of it all, while his dad had gotten hurt in a mundane job, he still hadn't been told about the Supernatural. Despite Stiles' role in Scott’s pack, a role he was starting to question more and more often, the Alpha had been very much against telling the sheriff as if that would make him look at him any less. All the while Stiles had to keep secrets and lie to his dad about something that was a part of him.
Finding out, after the Nogitsune, that he had been a Spark and that his inherited magic was the reason why the Chaos Demon hadn’t been able to take over fully had been a blessing. Until Scott started treating him differently because of what almost happened to Allison.
Now, two years later, it all seemed to fall flat. Stiles was willing and able, to throw himself into whatever problem arose with a full 100% but no one in Scott’s pack seemed to care about that. They didn’t like him, as everyone he had known had left either before Scott became a True Alpha or for college the last couple of years. It left him feeling so very alone and he didn’t quite know what to do with himself right now.
“I need you to wake up, Dad”, he whispered as he leaned forward to take one of his dad’s hands in between his own. He had no idea how long he had been here, but he wasn’t leaving until he was certain his dad was going to be alright.
No matter what happened, or what Scott said or did, he was done with it.
He’d been having his doubts since Theo, but now with his dad in the Hospital and Scott obviously not even caring, Stiles was done. He had given it his everything, had sacrificed again and again, without even getting any thanks for it. Part of him hated himself for not leaving Beacon Hills when he had the chance. He could have done so much more if he wasn’t stuck in this place and now… Now there might not be anything left for him at the end of the road anyway.
Feeling a tear run over his cheek, Stiles wiped it away. Everything was starting to crash down around him and the mere thought of having to do all of this alone wasn’t helping in the slightest. There was no one here right now and he couldn’t bear to call anyone in the former Hale Pack to come back to the hellhole that was Beacon Hills. They had all gotten out and he would be damned if he dragged them back.
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Scott left several more voicemails, not that Stiles ever listened to them.
He was too busy listening to the Doctors as they told him that he would need to explore long care facilities for his dad. Things weren’t looking too bad, in that he still had brain activity and for now they could state that there was a chance he could wake up. But no one could tell him when, there was no indication that it would be soon and Stiles hated that more than anything.
Sighing as he looked at the folders in front of him, looking at his dad now and again. Whispering that he wanted the man to wake up.
A knock at the door had him looking up, before his eyes widened as Peter Hale stepped in. A soft smile on his face, “Hello sweetheart.”
Shocked didn’t even begin to describe what he was feeling. Peter had been the last one to leave Beacon Hills, after Stiles told him it was okay. That he knew the trauma the town brought for the Hales and for just about everyone in the Supernatural side of things. So to see the other man standing there, he didn’t quite know what to think about it.
“Peter”, he whispers, “What are you doing here?”
The man huffed, before stepping closer, “We didn’t hear anything from you and when we try to reach out to Scott he can’t give us a clear answer. So… We came here to see what had been going on. I’m sorry to hear about your dad, how is he doing? But more importantly, how are you dealing with all of this?”
Gaping at him, Stiles didn’t know what to say to that. How long has it been since someone asked that of him? How he was feeling, how he was dealing?
A sob bursts from his mouth before he can stop it, tears overflowing his eyes as he tries and fails to articulate how helpless he feels with all of this happening. Peter doesn’t need words though, no doubt having smelled Stiles distress. But he doesn’t say anything either, just pulls Stiles into a hug and keeps holding him tightly.
He cries way longer than he wants to admit, sitting there, in Peter’s lap where the man took a seat in the only chair by the bed. Hushing him quietly, keeping a hold on his waist as Stiles leans against the chest behind him. Just allowing himself to be and to soak up the attention of someone who he knows cares.
It’s about an hour later when he remembers what Peter said, “We.”
At that, Peter smiled, flashing his eyes Alpha Red. “I made sure the pack was all together again and planned on coming home to my Emissary. Imagine my surprise at only finding Scott once I try his number when you don’t answer and he acts like nothing is going on. Lydia and Chris started digging right that instant and found out what happened.”
Blinking slowly, Stiles’ lip trembled, “They’re all here?”
Nodding, Peter leaned forward to cup Stiles’ cheek, “They all are here, for you. I hope you know leaving you behind was the hardest thing all of us did. Chris and I had every intention of coming back here at one point and I meant what I said about you being my Emissary. Scott doesn’t deserve you, even less so when I know he hasn’t been here once since the Sheriff has been in the hospital.” He looks over the pamphlets Stiles had been looking at, “We’ll make sure he has a room in the house, I have some connections in the Council that are nurses that can care for him in ways we can’t. I am not taking him away from you to put in a long care facility.”
That had Stiles crying all over again, he had noticed some movement at the old Hale House, but didn’t think that it meant that Peter, Derek and Cora were coming back here. In part he had expected them to have sold the land and let some developer build there. Hearing that this wasn’t the case, he felt relieved.
“Scott is a shit Alpha”, he whispered. He hadn’t said it out loud before, but he had thought it more than once. All those times he had worked his butt off only to get nothing in return, the late nights looking for the monster of the week, only to find out that Scott let them go because they promised to be better. The amount of times he had to call the Council or Alpha Ito to make apologies and ask them to take care of the threat as Scott sure didn’t.
Peter just hummed, “Biting him is still one of the things I regret most, although I regret leaving you even more.”
Smiling softly, Stiles finds himself falling asleep against the Alpha Wolf. When he wakes up, he’s in a hotel room with Peter on one side of him and Chris on the other. The both of them look up with a smile when he sits up. Explaining that Lydia and Allison are in the hospital sitting at his dad’s bedside. Both women make sure the Sheriff has everything he could need and are already making arrangements on his care once the house is finished and he can be moved.
The care he can hear in their voices, the way that as soon as he wakes up better, the door to the room opens to admits just about the whole pack (except for Lydia and Allison), who climb up onto the bed to hug Stiles close and bury him under a puppy pile is the best he has felt in a long time.
A true smile is on his lips, and it stays there for the coming days as he recovers as someone else keeps vigilance at his father’s bedside. He eats well and showers in the hotel bathroom before getting into comfy clothes and passing around the puppies for cuddles.
It’s still there a couple of weeks later as Peter officially asks him to join his pack, even if he had been a part of it since forever. Welcoming him as his Emissary and making him feel much more accepted then Scott ever did.
A few months later it’s still there as Scott gets kicked out of Beacon Hills for not protecting the territory. For breaking every rule in the book, as well as the slights against the true Pack of the Land as well as the Nemeton’s Spark. Stiles had known he was something, but Deaton never took the time to explain and with everything that was going on he couldn’t find out on his own. Now, with Peter as Alpha, he had Emissaries from other packs, as well as Council adjunct Magical, come by to help Stiles figure it out.
Half a year later, there is still a smile there as they all move into the new Hale House. Stiles finds his own room with Peter and Chris. Having found out that he wasn’t the only one holding on to a crush and now with him of legal age there was nothing stopping them from pursuing that relationship.
It was also the first thing his father commented on when he woke up almost a year later, smiling as well as he mentioned that he was glad Stiles had found his people and he hadn’t been happier in knowing that while he was out at least someone was taking care of his son. He had a little trouble accepting the new relationship he was in, but was quickly persuaded after seeing how happy his son was.
Several years later, cuddled up to his Mates, Stiles giggles, accepting a sweet kiss and knowing that regardless of what happened now he had lovers and a family that would always choose him first.