After the war, the demigods weren't the same; all equally traumatized coming to terms that all of them could have died.
Life or death situations Stiles was used too, a child of the big three, he had to come to terms with death a lot sooner then some.
Stiles was always surrounded by death, the death of his mom, the death of Allison, Aiden, Leo. He loved Leo, the son of Hephaestus sat deeply in Stiles's heart, and when Leo burned away in front of everyone his heart broke.
Stiles goes home after the war, shortly after most of camp half-blood had been fixed up; He stayed around long enough to make sure his brother Nico had the cabin to go back too, then he packed up and went back to the pack.
Stiles sighs as he unpacks, his suitcase lays hazardly on his bedroom floor; Abandoning his unpacking he glances down at the monster proof phone Leo made him; A photo of the two as his lock screen. His heart breaks again.
A text pulls up making him roll his eyes
'Stiles loft in thirty minutes'
Stiles decides to be early.
Stiles glances down at his outfit, a pair of black skinny jeans, his orange camp half-blood shirt, and a pair of doc martins' boots. His camp necklace out on display, five beads lay heavily on the thread, a ring in the middle. Leo's promise.
Stiles opens the loft door, making everyone look at him in shock; He normally looks different.
"Hey" Stiles says softly as he makes his way into the loft, closing the door behind him.
"What are you wearing?" Lydia asks, as she looks him up and down; he looks good.
"Camp attire, I didn't get to change." Stiles says shortly, making her nod.
"Youve been holding out of us, who knew you could dress well"
"Piper got ahold of me this year, she threw out all of my plaid." Stiles wipes away a fake tear, making a few of the pack laugh.
"Piper?" Jackson questions "Stilinski got girls?"
Stiles's smile vanishes, his scent sours making the were's look at him worried.
"Shes dating my cousin Jason" Stiles leaves it at that, earning some nods.
"How was camp?" Scott asks, making the demigod flinch.
"Fine"
The pack all share a glance, the boy had a chip on his shoulder, more so than normal.
Stiles phone rings, making him pull it out, a flashing 'Noah'; rolling his eyes his answers, not bothering to move to a separate room, the pack would listen in anyway.
"Mieczyslaw Di Angelo!" His voice booms through the phone, making him flinch, the pack all thoroughly confused.
"Yes Noah"
"Why is there a Emo boy in my living room, bleeding out"
Stiles pales, as he quickly makes his way out of the loft and into his jeep.
"On my way" Stiles slams the hang up button, throwing the phone into the seat next to him, and slamming on the gas out of there.
The pack all decide to be nosey, and follow at a distance: Stiles knew this, but chose that his brother was the main priority.
Stiles bursts through the front door, Noah pacing turns to look at him.
"This is your brother, right?" Noah asks, as Stiles immediately shoves a piece of ambrosia down Nico's throat.
"Yeah, this is Nico, He should be at camp" Stiles mumbles as he watches the bleeding slow, "The pack followed me, don't tell them anything"
Stiles goes to the bathroom, grabbing his first aid kit, before making his way back into the living room; the pack had shown up when he was grabbing it, they all stand and sit around the room. They were suffocating.
Stiles cleans and wraps the claw marks on Nicos chest, his aviator jacket and his camp shirt forgotten on the floor somewhere. The pack stayed silent, watching Stiles move with an air of authority.
After Stiles finished with Nico, he turns around with a dark glint in his eyes.
"You guys need to leave, I will see you at school tomorrow" Stiles leaves no room for questions, which the pack seemed to have picked up on. Leaving the house, stiles turns to his brother a loving look flashing onto his face.
"Oh Neeks, what happened" Stiles whispers as he sits down on the floor besides the sofa, leaning his head back he passes out.
The last thought Stiles had was that he should have stayed at camp.
