Fearless// Teen Wolf

4

Hope knocked at the door. Stiles opened them and looked at her confused.

"Hey." She said nervously.

"Hope." He smiled and hugged her.

She wrapped her arms around him and he hugged her tighter.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I..I just missed you." She replied.

She leaned to him and he kissed her.

They walked into his dorm and sat down on the bed.

"Is everything all right?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Completely." She lied.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Everything in Beacon Hills is fine, and I finally realize what I want to do." She replied.

"What do you want to do?" He asked.

"I want to leave." She replied, "I wanted to tell you personally. I.. I want to go back to New York."

"What?" He looked at her confused.

"I want my life back." She laughed nervously, "And maybe, after school, you can live in there. With me."

"They still need you. They still needs us." Stiles frowned.

"No. No, not anymore. They'll be fine." Hope assured.

"Okay." He sighed.

"Why are you against it so much?" Hope asked.

"I'm not. It's just.. This isn't you. You don't leave." Stiles replied.

"Sometimes leaving is a better option." She said nervously.

"Not for you." He said.

"So, what? You're telling me to stay?"

"I.. Yeah. I'm telling you to stay." He shuttered.

Hope sighed looking at him.

He grabbed her face kissing her and she smiled.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." She smiled.

She really didn't want to stay. She just wanted to hide, and run away from all these stupid problems. But Stiles was right.

[...]

Hope did the location spell to find Scott and the others. They were in the tunnels.

She closed her eyes trying to hear something.

"If you brought them, I guess Gerard is here too, isn't he?" She heard Scott's voice.

"Right here, Scott." Gerard spoke.

"No, this guy." Hope mumbled irritated.

"Whatever he's told you, there's another side of the story." Scott spoke.

"Isn't there always?" Monroe spoke.

"What were you hoping for here, Scott?" Gerard asked.

"I was hoping to talk to someone reasonable." He replied. "Trust me, he's not the kind of person that you want to follow. He's gonna lead you off a cliff."

"Following me? No one here is following me, Scott. I'm merely an adviser." Gerard spoke.

"This is because of you?" Scott asked.

"That's right. You're negotiating with me, Scott." Monroe replied.

"Okay. Tell me how to settle this. What do you want?" He asked.