Changing Patterns

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"Talking" 'Thinking...
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AN: thinking of changing the name give suggestions ——>

    "Stiles!" Lydia screamed as he clambered into the living room with Derek close to his side. "Oh my god! Your back, your safe!"

    "Lyds~" Allison called automatically. "Give him a chance to cool down, he was attacked."

    Lydia is pulled away from stiles, who gently and painfully reciprocated her instant hug. Allison offered a sympathetic smile which the human again, reciprocated. Scanning the room with his eyes he caught everyone else's attention on him. TV paused, Erica leaning over Boyd's hip, Isaac curled on one of the armchairs, Cora on the other and looking over the back with worried eye. Liam laid on the floor with his head titled back to look at stiles, Jackson and Ethan were curled on the couch with a very cramped Peter at the end. Aiden was no where to be seen and Scott was at the clinic getting his jeep. And the final touch, Malia and Kira were also missing from the living room.

    Stiles wanted to duck his head and fall away from the pack. It had been weeks since they'd payed any attention to him. Weeks since he was seen, worried about, asked any questions. Weeks since Lydia had hugged him or Erica had asked-

    "How you doing Batman?" He smiles gently at the nickname.

    "Alright. Tired." Allison popped up at the sound of his voice, stepping toward him.

    "You sound it. I'll take you upstairs." She offers lightly and took Stiles's hand. Already directing the injured human buddy to the pack.

    "Thanks," he answered climbing the stairs with her. His heavy sigh indication of his thankfulness to being away from so many people.

    Allison followed at his side as they made it to his bedroom. She sighed and smiled cautiously as stiles lowered to sit on his bed. Then the girl pulled his roller chair away from the desk and sat slowly into it.

    "We've been a bad pack." She said instantly, a flicker of surprise washing over Stiles' face. "I see it and I know you see it, I'm realizing know that we've practically forgotten about you. I hate it. I really hate it, it makes me sick. You've been caring for us for these past weeks- years, and we let you slip away from us." A tear rolled down the girls cheek. "I'm sorry." She murmured quietly finalizing her words.

    "It's-... it's alright. It's okay." The human had fallen to kneel in front of the girl. One hand finding her knee.

    "No, no it's not!" She brushed his hand off with a whisper yell. "We care about you- I care. And it took you almost dying for me to snap back into reality. And it's completely fucked up. So I'm sorry, and it's not okay, so don't say it is. But please...try to forgive us, really forgive us..." stiles let his own eyes water. Stopping himself. He would not cry. Would not break in front of people.

    "You right." He struggled to speak around the lump in his is throat. Backing up to sit in his bed again. "It's not. But I still want you guys. Your my pack, your family, so is dad, Malissa, Mr. Argent, your all family. So it's not okay, but we can work on it."

    "Your too sweet for your own good." She smiles back as stiles, both sitting contently in the silence. Then parting her lips and looking out the window.