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Stiles woke up feeling disconnected. It’s been 4 months since the Nogitsune possessed his body. Stiles feels his pack; if you could even consider him a part of the pack in the first place, feels them slowly pulling away. He’s not sure when it started, maybe the day Allison died or maybe even before then. He understands why Scott can’t look him in the eye or the fact that Lydia can’t even be in the same room as him for more than a single class period. Malia and his romantic relationship started fast and strong now if he even tries to return her things she growls at him. Jackson and Ethan push him around more so now then before almost as if his existence is a stain to their eyes. Erica, Boyd, and Isaac started to treat stiles like another beta till recent events. Now whenever they are close by Erica will glide her claws against his body wherever she can get away without anyone seeing. Boyd shoulder checks him alongside Isaac to the point of Stiles bruising for days after. Cora came back after everything , she wasn’t exactly nice to him at first now she’s just downright cruel. Kira, Parrish, and Danny now being in the know while not physically hurting Stiles have decided to completely ignore him. Kira never meets his eyes anymore, she tries with everything she has in her not to look over. She never does. Danny is, well, was his science lab partner till he decided to lie and say Stiles made him uncomfortable with the teacher. As for Parrish, he works alongside Sheriff Stilinski while they are in the station and nods a greeting to Stiles as long as Noah is around. Mr. Argent left to live in his grief. Melissa doesn’t call him like she used to, she’d check on him almost everyday. Her calls stopped coming around the same time Scott started to bail on their hangouts. Now instead of visiting her at the hospital with dinner he just sits at home going through his mother’s things. As for Noah he seems to not notice Stiles lack of friends around. If Stiles was honest his dad doesn’t talk to him unless he absolutely needs to. He misses his dad almost as much as he misses his mother. Derek and Stiles had settled on being civil with one another in the past year, a common understanding. Yet just like the rest he has turned back into the same Derek. Snapping at Stiles, pushing him against walls, even going as far as telling Stiles he’s not needed, he’s not pack. The only person who seemed to not ignore Stiles was Peter which was surprising, well not entirely everyone knows Peter would eat Stiles up.
Everything really came to head three nights ago. Stiles was driving down a back road when his jeep gave out again. Stiles was about ready to just say “fuck all to hell” and leave Rossco and just walk home. Scott and Derek stumbled on Stiles trying to patch up the jeep. They watched him for a moment, Scott spoke first
“Just give up on this piece of junk, it’s not like your mom would even care.”
Stiles hit his head against the hood of the jeep cursing under his breath. He turned around and just stared at the two werewolves. He wanted to ask why they were ignoring him, but he knew why. He couldn’t blame them; he was honestly terrified of himself. What if Void was still lurking inside of him waiting for the perfect moment to absorb all the chaos inside Stiles heart. Stiles just hummed for an answer, went back to hopefully taping it just enough to get home. Derek growled behind him but he refused to turn around. If they can ignore him for months then so could he. Scott grabbed him by the shoulder, whirling him around hitting him against the front of the jeep with a loud crack. Something was definitely broken. Scott looked down on him as if he was twice Stiles size in reality Stiles stood a whole 2 inches taller. Scott growled, “WHY ARE YOU OUT HERE SO CLOSE TO MY PACK’S TERRITORY.”
Stiles didn’t bother to wipe off Scott’s spit, just turned the words “my packs territory” over in his head again and again. For a while he thought maybe he misheard his best friend. Almost as if reading his mind Scott pushed his claws into Stiles' chest where he still held him. Dropping a look of disgust he yelled,
“STAY AWAY FROM MY PACK BEFORE YOU GET SOMEONE ELSE KILLED!”
Stiles didn’t notice he was crying till Scott and Derek started laughing.
“You know you still look like the old you, but the old you was there when your mother died too. Alone in a room with her, she didn’t remember you. Did you pull the plug on her too,” Scott breathed.
“Scott…,” Stiles choked out. “We’re best friends?.. I know you’re upset about everything we lost four months ago.. but it wasn’t me,"Stiles cried, gripping Scotts hand that was still clawing into his chest.
Scott studied him for a second before pulling Stiles into him, mumbling in Stiles ear, “You are not my friend, you are not part of my pack, it should have been you who died not Allison, not Aiden. YOU!”
Scott threw Stiles head first into the jeep slamming the hood on his head. Blood trickled out of the tiny cuts that littered his face, his nose was more than likely broken, his eyes were blurry, he probably had a mild concussion. Stiles fell to the ground not bothering looking at the wolves. Scott was right he did kill them, maybe not by his own hands but Void was basically him. It used him, consumed him. Derek ducked down, lifting Stiles' chin leveled with him.
“You are useless, all you have brought to my pack is pain and misery. You’re not needed, you’re not wanted. Stay. Away. From. Us.” Derek threw Stiles' face back once again, hitting his head against the jeep. He watched as best he could as the two werewolves walked away into the trees. The last thing he remembers before passing out were the howls from the pack he no longer belonged to.
Melissa was standing over Stiles when he woke up. He was otherwise alone in his hospital room. She didn’t even look at him when she told him his nose was bruised along with two ribs, and his left wrist was sprained. He asked if his dad was coming. Melissa, still writing on her clipboard said, “he’s been informed.” He asked how he got to the hospital. She said “Peter,” she walked out after that. Stiles was staring at the ceiling and wondered if he was always this alone . This numbing feeling has been here since his mother died, now just intensified. 7 minutes later Peter came into the room with a bag from Stiles' favorite diner.
“Hey handsome you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
“Like my best friend and the guy who I may or may not have feelings for who somewhat hated me beat the shit out of me while telling me I am not pack.” Stiles cried.
Peter came to sit on the bed next to him, he distributed the food on the table. Peter brushed Stiles' hair, “I don’t know what’s going on with everyone but you and I both know you are the one who figures everything out. You will figure this out.” Peter tilted Stiles chin up, “We will figure this out. Now eat while it’s still warm.” Stiles smiled and dug in. Peter got his exact order down to the curly fries and mixed chocolate and strawberry shake. They ate in silence till Stiles yawned, Peter cleaned up the trash then tucked Stiles in.
The next morning Peter brought Stiles home, refusing to leave his side. They walked straight into his room, and went to his bed. At first he thought his dad would call once his phone was charged or hell even stop by but nothing but silence. Peter told him he would stay till dad got home. He sat on Stiles' desk chair flipping through a Star Wars magazine. Stiles decides to take a quick shower before sleeping. He cried in the shower letting the stream wash away his pain. After getting dressed he wiped away the tears knowing Peter wouldn’t say anything.
“Ok, you can stay there’s a guest room if you’re tired or umm.. you could sleep in here.” Peter gaped at the teen.
“You sure Red, I know I don’t always make you hundred percent comfortable. Plus Derek might kill me if he thinks anything happened between us.”
“What do you mean? Why would Derek give a shit he hates me.”
“Aww, Red you don’t see the way Derek looks at you when you’re not looking. I know my nephew it’s the way he use to look at Paige. Hell he even makes the same face when he talks about you. I don’t know what’s going on with everyone but we will figure it out. Now let’s get some sleep you need to heal.”
Peter climbed into bed in just his boxers, cuddled against Stiles' side. He touched Stiles hand and took away his pain. The young teen snuggled closer, falling asleep. Peter watched him sleep for a while till eyes became too heavy.
Stiles woke up a little after 6 pm glued to Peter. He dislodged himself from the older wolf. Walking downstairs to an empty house. He called his dad, then the station after no answer.
“Beacon County Sheriff’s Station, this is Deputy Clark, how can I help you?”
“Hey Deputy Clark, it’s Stiles, is my dad there?”
“Oh, he got off of work a little after 4. Is he not home?”
“Oh, never mind I see a note he must have seen that I was asleep and went for dinner. Thanks Deputy Clark, see you later.”
Stiles was confused, no actual note left behind he called his dad again, still no answer. He decided to cook whatever was in the fridge. He landed on making grilled cheeses with slices of turkey. He wandered upstairs to find Peter just waking up.
“How long have you been awake? You should have woken me up if you were hungry.” Peter walked over to Stiles grabbing the plate of food, guiding Stiles back to the bed.
“Here eat, rest, and lastly let me take care of you. Please.”
Stiles grinned, putting the plate of food in the middle of the bed. “I made this for the both of us so come on and eat too.” They ate their food together and engaged in small conversation. After they were finished with their food Peter went downstairs and washed the dishes. He went back up stairs, climbing back in bed with the teen. For the rest of the week Peter stuck by Stiles' side.
A week later, Stiles' eyes were looking normal again, his wrist didn’t hurt as much, his ribs were still sore, and his nose was still black and blue. No one beside Peter made sure he was alive, Noah didn’t even stop by his door every time he left for work. He’s not sure when his dad stopped talking to him but it felt so sudden yet not at all. He decided he would talk to his dad when he came home that night, so he waited. Peter heard the Sheriff’s cruiser pull in around 11pm, they both knew he got off at 9 today. It didn’t matter, he knew he was on the outside of the pack that included his father as well. Peter stroked Stiles' neck telling the boy he’d be upstairs if he was needed. Noah walked through the front door smelling of bourbon not even glancing at Stiles. If he took notice of his son he did not say.
“Dad, can we talk please?”
“I’m tired Stiles.. It’s been a long day at work and I have to go back in a few hours so can we do this later.” Stiles watched as his dad walked up the stairs slamming his bedroom door and locking it. He knows he should probably leave no one who wants him around. He walked up the stairs crashing into Peter’s arms. He did not cry, he just wanted to be held like when his mother was still alive, so he let the older wolf hold him.
The next day Peter had to attend the pack meeting. He didn’t want to leave but Stiles told him he’d be ok for a few hours without him. Stiles was still weighing the option of leaving, maybe Peter would come with him.
Peter was the last to arrive at the loft.
“What the hell is wrong with you!” Peter pointed at Scott then Derek. “He’s your best friend and you, we both know how you feel about him!” The older Hale got in his nephew’s and Alpha’s face. “You told him he wasn’t pack. He has no one. You two just throw him away like he’s nothing. You let me stay after I came back. I killed Laura! You let Ethan stay after he tried to kill all of you. You saved Jackson after he killed all those people. Not Stiles though you hold him to a higher standard, right. He has to know better even when he’s possessed. Even when he’s being controlled against his will. The fact that his best friend and well let’s just say what he is to you nephew, your mate! Neither of you noticed something was wrong.” Peter looked at the rest of the pack. “None of you paid attention to him. Thought he was ok after dying. None of you were worried till it was Scott and Allison showing signs of distress. He asked Argent to kill him. That wasn’t some evil spirit, that was all Stiles. Now you all turn your backs on him after something so fucking traumatic. When he needs you all most. His own father is afraid to be home with him. I’ve been with Stiles this whole past week. His father has been home 3 times total. Stiles tried to talk to him, he walked away from his only family he has left. Melissa couldn’t look at him when you two put him in the hospital. He didn’t kill anyone. It may have been his face, his body but it wasn’t him. You all are acting as if he’s some kind of monster. If I’m the voice of reason in a room you all know something is wrong.”
The pack stared at Peter. No one said anything waiting for their Alpha to speak. Scott spoke after what felt like hours. “He killed Allisson and Aiden. Plus all those other innocent people who died at his hand. He tried to kill Kira, Derek, Argent, and his own father. He could have stopped it. He could have left clues.”
“He did! Did you forget his room? There were clues everywhere. None of you noticed. None of you paid him any attention till you needed him. He’s there for all of you at the drop of a hat, but where are all of you? Huh Scott. He’s your brother right. Sorry I forgot he’s your brother when you need him. When he needs you, you’re too busy with whatever girl you’re currently in love with. Or with Isaac, your new brother. None of you deserve Stiles. He’s all alone, has been since before his mother's death but it’s ok. It’s just Stiles right. A useless human.”
“That’s not fair! He tried to kill us he would have if not for the twins and Derek figuring everything out.” Scott wasn’t listening to a single thing Peter was saying. None of them were.
“If he’s out of the pack, so am I. He was always my favorite. Truth be told he was the one I was trying to bite, not you.”
“He’s not pack , guess you’re not either now. You can leave.” Scott scoffed. The young Alpha assumed the oldest Hale was bluffing. Peter walked to his room. Everyone could hear him rummaging around. After 5 minutes he came back down with a duffle bag and his jacket.
“I’m moving out, Derek. If you don’t get your shit together I will be taking your mate for myself when he is old enough.” Derek let out a low warning growl. “Don’t. You both beat him a week ago. If you wanted him you wouldn’t have thrown him away.” With that Peter left.
The pack just stood there not sure what to say. Scott spoke first again. “Does anyone want to go with him?” Everyone shook their heads no.
Peter came back to Stiles' house. The teen was asleep curled in a ball in the middle of the bed.
He noticed boxes with Stiles' things. Some marked “sale,” “donate,” and “coming with.” He watched the young man sleep. He wasn’t sure what to do to help but knew the too skinny teen couldn’t be left alone. The oldest Hale stripped down to his boxers laying down with his only pack member.