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Stiles has been missing for three years and everyone is starting to loose hope. All except Scott.
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Thomas and his friends are living a great life in the safe haven only for things to go wrong.
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When Scott finds crucial information about Stil...
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Scott quickly ran up, to who he thought was Stiles. "Hey buddy." He whispered to him with a soft smile plastered across his face.
It broke Scott's heart to see Stiles in that state. With every look he took at each individual wound across him, Scott could feel them too. He was hung up by a chain like some sort of animal. Brutally beaten for who knows how long but all Scott could was grin.
Relief had flooded his entire body. The bricks he had been carrying on his shoulders had finally fallen off. He had his best friend back, his brother. Scott didn't know wether he wanted to scream, shout or cry. He had never felt so many emotions all at once, like this, before.
Isaac had picked up Stiles' torn shirt off the floor and then slowly turned and looked Stiles up and down. "Since when does Stiles have... abs?"
Everyone shot him a look. "I know, I know. Not the time." Isaac mumbled. "Remind me when this is all over, to ask Stiles for his workout routine."
Derek raised a brow.
"Not that I would need it. I'm a big strong werewolf, with, already, really... great... abs." Isaac defended poorly. "It's j —just out of curiosity..."
Everyone immediately discarded Isaacs statement. When Scott started to remove the chains wrapped around Stiles' wrists, he barely registered the injuries surrounding him. He was still blinded by happiness.
Others were quick to join him, not only in assistance to help Stiles down but Scotts long awaited celebratory glee.
Lydia gasped when they peeled away the rusted chains. "How long has he been like this?" She asked with tears prickling in her eyes. The metal had left abhorrent indents on his skin.
"That's just awful." Kira said quietly.
"All of this is awful." Allison added solemnly.
Isaac winced at just the sight of it.
Stiles groaned silently, just barely. "Owie." He mumbled.
Scott just smiled while holding Stiles up with Derek helping, then wiped a stray tear from his face. "I found you. I said I would find you —." Scott was cut off.
He noticed that Stiles was no longer awake. "Stiles?" He ask immediately.
Then Stiles' whole body slipped between the grasps of Derek and Scott and he hit the floor limply.
"Stiles?" Scott asked more panicked that time.
Derek started shaking Stiles' shoulder. "Stiles!" He said angrily with a hint of stress behind it.
Lydia stumbled closer. "Stiles." She whispered at first. "No, no, wake up, Stiles!" She said in a louder whisper.
