Stiles was on his way to Washington. Noah and Deaton had decided that it was best for Stiles to live somewhere where Derek wouldn't expect him to be. Washington seemed like an unlikely place for a pregnant dude carrying a werewolf baby to be.
He didn't know where he was going to live. He would need a job and a place to raise a kid and he had no idea how to do that.
Dr. Deaton knew someone who was a real estate owner and was willing to help Stiles out. The real estate agent was aware of Stiles's condition and agreed to let payment be slower than usual.
It wasn't a large house, but it was a decent size. There were two bathrooms, three bedrooms, two empty rooms that could be used as pleased, and a wraparound porch. It was a good place to raise a kid- and Stiles was determined to raise his kid right. Another good thing about the house was that it was deep in the woods, so it would be good for the little werewolf growing in his stomach. Stiles was grateful when Deaton told him about the wolfsbane that had been placed around the perimeter to keep anyone bad or unwelcome from getting in.
The drive to Washington was four and a half hours of driving, plus the time it took to stop for Stiles to throw up.
Stiles was really starting to wonder whether regular pregnant people threw up this much.
Stiles had stayed and rested at his dad's house for a few hours while Deaton made some calls. When Stiles woke up, Deaton and Noah were packing up Stiles' stuff for him. He helped them finish up and shoved the stuff into the back of his Jeep.
He may or may not have snuck the coffee maker into his belongings.
The few hours of sleep he had gotten at the Sheriff's was enough to keep him awake for a while- at least until he got to his house. When Stiles got there, he was going to need sleep, find a store for food, and then call Deaton. Deaton had told Stiles before he left that he wanted to be there the day after Stiles so he make sure things were okay.
Stiles knew he would probably forget to call and Deaton would randomly show up some time tomorrow. After all, this was Stiles- he wasn't one to remember important things.
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"I sat by my phone for an hour, Stiles. You didn't call so I came anyway. "
"You still gave me a heart attack when you knocked on the door; I almost hit you with a bat!"
"Of all the things you bring to a new house, you bring a baseball bat?"
"Uh, McCall family tradition. I have to carry it on. You still could've called before you got here though, ya know. "
Deaton shook his head and sat on the couch across from Stiles, who had chosen a seat on the coffee table. "I figured you would still be sleeping, as it's only five pm. "
"Ouch, that hurt. Just because I need sleep, and sleep late, doesn't mean I hibernate. "
"Stiles. Can we please proceed with the reasoning for my visit?"
Stiles sighed and moved to lay on the couch as Deaton stood. "Is it cold?"
"It's an ultrasound Stiles, it's going to be a little cold. "
Deaton turned and began running through the bag he had picked up from the floor. Stiles tried to relax and accidentally began dosing off.
Thirty minutes later, Deaton was shaking Stiles's shoulder and telling him that he was finished.
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An online job site was the best he could get. Stiles had already been here for a week and gotten a job at a local grocery store stocking shelves four days a week, but that wasn't enough to pay for housing, food(which he needed a lot of), and to give money back to Deaton and his dad. He was searching on the site he had found and came across something called self-employment.
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Fanfiction------------------------------------------------------------------------- ///Stiles was crying; there was no doubt that the hot streams of liquid rolling down his face were tears. He had loved someone who had only been using him. Derek had been meet...
