Out of Place

Goodbyes Are Always Too Hard

The Hale-McCall pack has never been better... at ignoring Stiles: the pack human. It's been a month since they last had a pack night together and they've been ignoring Stiles since he's one of the only single ones. But tonight was gonna change that! Derek called a pack meeting and Stiles was sure that everything would go back to normal once the rest of the pack saw him and remembered to pay attention to him.

When Stiles arrived at the loft, he saw that most of the pack was already there. And they didn't look happy. He could tell that now wasn't the best time to bring up his recent feelings of being outcast and ignored.

"What's up Derek? Is there a new threat or something?", Stiles asked. "Yes. I'll explain more once Ethan, Aiden, and Kira arrive.", Derek responded curtly. Stiles stood in awkward silence as Scott flashed a glare his way. What was up with him?

After the twins and the kitsune arrived, Derek spent about forty minutes explaining how there was a strange new magical virus going around Beacon Hills infecting only the supernatural creatures. Apparently, the infected would start off with common cold symptoms and after a week they would start to lose control over their powers. Luckily, none of the humans had caught on because Deaton caught the virus pretty quickly and the cold symptoms gave the creatures a heads up, as most of them couldn't really get sick. So they knew something was wrong and were able to get to Deaton quicker. Convenient!

The virus wasn't directly lethal, it could only kill you if you somehow hurt yourself or exposed yourself to hunters as your powers spun out of control. So really, it was just a mild cold and a slight power freak out that would naturally go away within a month if you didn't already get it treated by an emissary.

But they still had to get rid of it and make sure no one else caught it because it'd give Argent more reason to turn on the pack. They had an alliance but only because Allison was in the pack now, not necessarily because Chris wanted an alliance.

The pack was dismissed after a few questions from the betas and Stiles headed towards his Jeep feeling dejected. He had wanted tonight to be the night he confronted the pack and got everything back to normal, but in the end he couldn't do it because it just wasn't the right time. It was starting to feel like it was never the right time for him to hang out with or even see the other pack members outside of school and meetings.

Scott knocked on the Jeep window causing Stiles to jump slightly. Stiles rolled the window down nervously. "Stiles, we need to talk.", Scott said. "What is it Scotty?", Stiles asked. "Alone.", was all Scott said.

Stiles let Scott hop in and drive them to his house. His dad was still at the station so they had the house to themselves for Scott to talk to Stiles or possibly murder him with his intense glare. "So, what did you need to talk about?", Stiles asked, shifting his feet and playing with his hands. He couldn't help the waves of anxiety and nervousness rolling off of him.

"I know your little secret.", Scott spat. "Secret?", Stiles asked. As far as he knew, he didn't have any secrets. Maybe he was sleepwalking? "Don't play dumb with me, Stilinski. You know what I'm talking about.", Scott said. Stiles gulped; he had never seen Scott so bitter or angry before.

"Scott you're starting to worry me, what are you talking about, man?", his voice trembled as he spoke. He felt like running away but he knew Scott could easily catch up with him using his werewolf speed.

Suddenly, Scott's face broke into a grin. "Your birthday, dude! I was just messing with you, did you really think I'd forget?", he chuckled. Stiles instantly felt relieved and kinda stupid. "Oh!", he laughed. "Yeah, I guess I kinda forgot my birthday was coming up. I've been so focused on studying lately since I have a billion tests coming up, it must've slipped my mind.", he lied. He didn't want to worry Scott by letting him know how he DID think he forgot his birthday. In fact, Stiles was pretty sure the whole pack had forgotten. But he was glad to hear that wasn't the case.

"Allison and I have been planning your party and Lydia has been sending gift lists to everyone! We're gonna make sure this is your best birthday yet! You're turning eighteen, Stiles! It's gotta be memorable.", Scott's face lit up as he told Stiles how awesome his party was gonna be and that Stiles better be on time. "It's gonna be this Saturday! I know your birthday is technically Thursday, but I didn't want you to have to miss any more school.", Scott explained. "Thanks, man. You really didn't have to.", Stiles said. "Nonsense, you're my best friend!", Scott exclaimed. Stiles smiled wide, he was just happy to hear that the pack was only "ignoring" him because they were planning a party.

A few days later and it was finally Saturday. Unfortunately, Scott, Malia, Derek, and now Stiles weren't feeling well. With the first three, it was probably that magical virus. But with Stiles it was just plain bad luck. The pack felt horrible and video called Stiles the whole day to keep his birthday party alive... in a sense.

By the next Tuesday, Malia, Scott, and Derek had gotten cured by Deaton and didn't have to deal with their werewolf powers (and werecoyote powers) going haywire. However, Stiles still felt bad and the medicine he was taking just wasn't doing anything!

At around eleven in the afternoon, Stiles rolled out of bed to get some soup. As he was walking down the stairs, he heard a knock at his door. He opened it to be met with the entire pack. "Hey!", they all waved at once, letting themselves in.

"Since Derek, Scott, and Malia are cured and we can't catch a regular human cold, we thought we'd come here to make up for you missing your birthday party.", Peter smiled. It was odd to see Peter actually happy, but Stiles was too sick to care. "Thanks guys, but I'm not sure I have the strength to do anything.", Stiles sighed.

"Dude! No worries, you just sit back and relax and we'll stay here to keep you company. We could watch movies, play a board game, and just chat!", Scott said. Stiles smiled slightly. "That sounds great."

Stiles went to pop his soup in the microwave real quick as the pack got settled in his living room. When he came back, he saw that they were all arguing over which horror movie was better: The Conjuring or The Ring. They decided to watch both and have a vote. Stiles plopped in the middle of the pack and ate his soup and the movie started.

Halfway through The Conjuring, he put his bowl down and moved further into the couch. He wasn't about to tell the pack that he secretly hated scary movies. He didn't want them thinking he was a wimp. Soon enough, a big scare came on and Stiles practically jumped out of his seat.

But what was really interesting was that Stiles' hands shot electricity at the tv, causing it to break. Everybody screamed and started freaking out before they realized that the blast came from Stiles. The same Stiles who was now looking at his hands in shock and fear. "What was that?", he spoke softly.

"You... You HAVE POWERS?!", Lydia exclaimed. "Wait, have you been hiding this from us this whole time?!", Scott asked, furious. "No! I swear, nothing like this has ever happened before!", Stiles tried to explain himself. The whole pack started talking over each other asking Stiles questions and Stiles couldn't take it anymore. "Just shut up! All of you!", he screamed. All the lights burst and Danny's ears started to bleed a little.

"Danny! Oh my god... I'm so sorry. I don't know how I did that, I didn't mean to hurt you! I just-", Stiles started. "Enough.", Scott cut him off. "You. You've hurt Danny, and you've lied to us. How could you, Stiles? We treated you like family. Why didn't you just tell us about your powers? Then you could've gotten help from Deaton and the magical virus wouldn't have made you hurt Danny. But now it's too late. You're dangerous, Stiles. And I want you out of the pack.", Scott finished. "What?", Stiles asked, voice barely a whisper. "I want you out of the pack.", Scott repeated.

Then, all the other pack members stood up and started to leave. Scott managed to deliver one final blow to Stiles on his way out: "Goodbye Stiles. I'm sorry it had to be this way."

Sorry? He wasn't sorry! He didn't let Stiles explain, he assumed Stiles knew about his power, and then he just kicked him out of the pack and left before Stiles could even get a word in. There was no way he was sorry.

After about a week of Stiles laying in bed crying, getting cured by Deaton first of course, he had decided to leave Beacon Hills; it was too hard to stay here and constantly be reminded of his pack's betrayal. So, he got his father to agree to letting him go out of state. And he left without saying anything to the pack. He couldn't. Goodbyes were always too hard.