ANOTHER STORY ANOTHER TIME

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR * STILINSKI'S PACK

Jackson sat on a deck chair watching the sun rise, he had been sitting there for a few hours alone. Unbeknownst to him he was watching the same Moon that Michael and Stiles have been watching earlier disappear in the golden ray of lights. The particulars to his life had changed so drastically the last few months. People he didn't particularly care for previously, well he was finding that he now had love and devotion for them, and he knows that he would do anything to protect all the new people in his life. His arrogance and his conceitedness was slowly shifting to a caring considerate man and he knew this was happening because he could feel it inside his own soul. 

He had determined that his sexuality didn't matter anymore. His new look on life was, he would live once as who he was, and what other people thought about him didn't matter anymore. His feelings towards his mate, the love of his life and his best friend Ethan, was what he was living for now. Ethan the pack and his new family was all he cared about at this point. He had realized that he had been crying, they weren't sad tears, they weren't happy tears they were just an emotional release, one that he had been building up for a very long time. Jackson knew his life had changed this evening when Stiles brought him into the fold. He told him he was family and pack. He knew his life was as good as it could ever be and he was happy, truly happy for the first time in his spoiled life. The tears swelled in his eyes and for a brief second he remembered who he was five years ago and how happy he was now, not that he went through what he did but of the man he became after going through it. Yes, he was Jackson Whittemore, a strong pack member a loving boyfriend, a mate and devoted family member to a pack created by one of the best people he had ever known. As he finally realized all of that, he closed his eyes hard and the tears that flowed down his face glowed in the moonlight. 

Ethan woke up, he was feeling Jackson's turmoil, he rolled over, throwing his arm over what he thought was his boyfriend, but as he opened his eyes, he realized that it was just the blankets all crushed up in a pile. He sat, reached for his white wife beater, and put it on, it had covered just the top of his black boxer briefs. He stood up and walked over to the window, he could see Jackson sitting in a lounge chair, looking out over the lake. Jackson's face was glowing, it was wet, he could tell he had been crying. Ethan's emotions built up inside as he walked out of the room into the hallway then threw the den and out the back door. He quietly approached Jackson. 

"Hey babe, why are you out here all alone?" He looked at Ethan as his man leaned in for a kiss. 

"I just wanted to take it all in, for five years I was blinded to the whole world, now look at this beautiful sight in front of me, not to mention the golden sun light on the lake." Ethan wrapped his arms around him and teared up, 

"I'm sorry you went through all of that. You didn't deserve it." Jackson kissed the arm that was wrapped around his shoulder, just below his chin.

 "I owe Stiles my life, and he keeps giving me things. I've always treated him badly, I pushed him into lockers, I knocked him down to the ground, I would beat him up. God I was a horrible person, how on Earth did I deserve any of this, how did I ever earn his forgiveness? He makes sure I'm always happy, or comfortable, he told me this is my house and land, and lake as much as his. Ethan, I don't deserve any of this." Ethan looked his partner in the eyes, his soft mellow toned voice sent wave through Jackson's libido, 

"Babe you are important to him, I mean look at me, when Stiles and I first met, he wanted to shove a branch of mountain ash, wrapped in wolfsbane, rolled in mistletoe up my ass. I had killed one of his friends. He is very loyal, and you have to be pretty special to have earned his complete trust." Jackson closed his eyes as his boyfriend placed his lips on his own, their kiss was brief but meaningful. "Jacs, we can't change who we were, we can't take any of that back. All we can do is prove to him that we are there for him and this pack and whatever comes our way next, the world is changing. The supernatural world is getting larger and we're going to have to help maintain it. We are no longer the immature adolescents we were when we all first gathered together." With the end of his last statement, Ethan snuggled his head into Jackson's neck and the two could feel their love and passion growing now and every day.

Liam picked up the toys thrown all over the room, 

"This is just too incredible," Alec was walking in the room,

 "I know what you mean, it's like we didn't even need to pack really, there is a closet full of new clothes for you, and me and the twins." Liam grinned, 

"We owe your brother a whole lot." As he finished his statement, he sensed a presence, he turned around, Jackson and Ethan both stood there. Ethan looked at Liam, 

"Did you guys get a closet full of clothing as well?" Alec's eyes widened, 

"You guys got full closets too?" Ethan shook his head, 

"Wait till you guys see the floor plans for the main house, it is incredibly crazy." As the four men started down the steps,

 "He is treating us like real family." Jackson stated.

 Stiles popped up out of nowhere at the bottom of the steps, "Don't you guys realize, we are family, we are pack now, it doesn't matter if we hated each other at one time, those were different times," Michael walked over to the sunken great room and down the two steps and sat down on the couch. 

"We decided to continue what Scott and Derek were trying to do years ago. I want us to find all the abandoned, homeless supernaturals that are out there. We need to bring them here to this new facility. I want to create a hidden training facility for them and teach them that what they have become is not wrong or evil, they will learn to love themselves. They will learn to defend each other and those who can't defend themselves. I know this all-sounds cliché and Goofy and Stilinski like, but this is how I feel, and this is what I want to happen." Michael looked at the men, 

 "I don't trust the Army 100%, but they did give us all of this. Of course, after what every single one of us went through, I don't feel wrong for taking it because I believe that each and every one of us deserve this." Stiles grinned; Michael understood where he was going. 

"What my man here is trying to say is we are the beginning of an organization; we need to bring these people in because we may not always be here. With all the new events, things that are happening, this new wave of magic that seems to be going through the air, we need to figure this all out, take control of the situation and protect each other." Michael finished Stiles's thoughts. 

"Being a part of an extremely loyal, and devoted group, is what has bound us together as a unit, a pack." Liam sat next to Michael,

 "But what if we want to add members to our group?" Stiles sat on the back of the couch and turned to him, 

"It will all depend on if they bond with us the same. This venture isn't going to be easy, but I'm sure that the six of us are ready to start it." Michael stood, gave his man a hug and started towards their bedroom. 

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I got to get at least a couple hours of sleep before getting the day started, I mean it is zero five hundred and 30 hours." But before he could completely finish the sentence the other five men were heading to their own rooms.

 Removing his shirt and getting into bed wearing his pajama bottoms, Michael stretched his arms out as Stiles slowly laid in them. Michael placed his chin on Stiles's shoulder. 

"It was like you were reading my mind out there, how are we so in sync together?" Michael whispered in Stiles's ear. Stiles moved so their bodies were spooned together, he closed his eyes and felt the happiness and warmth Michael was given him. The new bond that they had created earlier was still a mystery to them, the two men knew that they loved each other, and peaceful slumber came to them easily.