Teen Wolf one-shots

Beacon Hills' Prodigal Son Returns

I know the picture is Mitch from American Assassin, but it fits the story - hopefully. 

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After the last fight in Beacon Hills, stiles had enough of the fighting and feeling useless and weak, so he left and tried to build a new life in New York. What he didn't expect was to run into a man who would change his life and show him he didn't need to be supernatural to fight well. 

Stiles spend the next three years training and learning new fighting techniques. After the first year stiles had learnt almost everything his instructors had taught him and the other two years he spent perfected the techniques and mastering his planning skills.

Stiles loved everything he learnt even when he was completely exhausted and wanted to quit, but he knew he couldn't because if he quit he would get anywhere, so he pushed himself every day to do his best and he definitely got there. 

After three years, stiles was well-built and stronger than he'd ever imagined he'd be, and he loved not feeling weak and useless. He knew that if he ever needed to, he could defeat anyone in a fight, maybe even Derek if he needed to. 

Even after three years away from Beacon Hills and the pack, he thought about them every day and when he would call his dad he got detailed updates of what was going on and even helped his dad with a few of his cases on FaceTime. 

Stiles would FaceTime his dad every Friday and help him with anything he needed. Today was no different, so when stiles got back to his apartment he cooked himself some dinner and sat at the table, pulling out his laptop and calling his dad. 

"Hey kiddo. How's your week been?" Noah said excited to see his son's face after a tiring day. 

"Hey daddy-io. It's been good just training, doing some work, learning new dishes for when I cook for you." Stiles said, happily stuffing his face with food. 

"What you got there?" Noah inquired, feeling hunger rising up in him. 

"Oh this? It's just a steak and some fries. I wasn't in the mood to cook something complex, and you know I love a good steak." Stiles said, shovelling some fries into his mouth with a wide smile. 

"Right, no more food talk, I'm starving. Stiles when are you coming home? I haven't seen you in three years, kid, if it wasn't for FaceTime I would have forgotten what you looked like." Noah joked, chuckling lightly. 

"Don't worry, dad, I'm packing up and selling the apartment next week and hopping on a plane headed straight home. I can't wait to see Beacon Hills again, it feels like forever since I left. How's everyone been?" Stiles had finished his dinner and was focused fully on his dad. 

"I can't believe it's been three years since I last saw you in person. Do you need a lift from the airport?" Noah offered, hoping his son would say yes. 

"Oh, dad, you don't have to, I'll call a cab or something." Stiles protested. 

"Don't be ridiculous, Stiles. I'll pick you up, just text me when on the day and I'll be there." Noah insisted, and Stiles couldn't protest further. The rest of their call, Stiles helped Noah with some problems he was having, and they talked about what they would do once Stiles got home. After a couple of hours, Stiles and his dad said goodbye and ended the call, and Stiles went to bed. 

The next week passed by quickly. Stiles kept training and working, and he made sure to let his instructors know he'd keep in touch and visit them as often as he could. Noah kept working and wishing the week would finish so that he could see his only son again. The pack was oblivious to Stiles plans to return to town, and boy won't they have a shock seeing the once thin, weak Stiles turned into the large, strong Stiles he'd trained so hard to become. Two people in particular, Stiles was afraid to see again, were Scott and Derek. He hadn't really told them he was leaving town, they had to hear it from Noah a week afterwards, which Stiles really didn't really like, but he couldn't bring himself to tell them himself.