During the drive to his old house, Stiles very nearly succumbed to the urge to throw himself out of the car and run away but quickly dismissed the thought. He was so close and he was done running from everyone.
It seemed all too soon that the car stopped outside his childhood home and Stiles was pretty sure his heart was about to burst out through his chest, knowing that the werewolves in the house could likely hear it.
Lydia stepped out the car, leaning over the seat to give him a quick hug before making her way to the front door. They had decided he would remain in the car until Lydia had told them about the friend she had brought along and he honestly didn't think he could stand right now anyway, needing to compose himself before the big reveal.
Watching through the window of the car he saw as the door opened to reveal Scott. Lydia had left the window partially open so he could hear their conversation as he waited to be introduced.
"Lydia. How's your friend?"
"Good thanks. That's what I wanted to talk to you about actually before I come in. I hope it's okay but I invited them to come and catch up with everyone?"
"We know them?" Scott asked confused, obviously trying to figure out who it would be to be invited to the pack weekend that they all knew.
"Yeah, pretty well actually," Lydia answered him, slightly tense in her body language.
Taking it as his cue to get out, Stiles opened the door and stepped out of the car to face his best friend.
"Hey, Scotty."
"Stiles?"
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To be defeated by a name
FanfictionAfter Stiles watches his fiance Katrina die in a terrorist attack on a beach in Ibiza, he decides to change his name and run from the past that has held him captive in a never-ending cycle of pain. Bumping into Jackson Whittemore at the cinema wasn'...
