A Fighting Chance ; teen wolf ; jp

7

The jet ride back to Beacon Hills, California, was uneventful to say the least. I had fallen asleep on the ride in, and didn't wake up until about 30 minutes before we landed. I requested to the other Generals not to contact my family, because I wanted to surprise them. 

The other guys had no problem finding entertainment for themselves, eating, shooting rubber bands at one another, pranking each other, it was amusing to watch to say the least. I wanted to join them, but upon me standing to grab some rubber bands, I was ushered to sit down by Xavier. 

I rolled my eyes. I knew it for my own good, but that didn't make it any better. We landed and they picked up my bags, grunting at the weight. They said I shouldn't carry my own bags, and I didn't oppose to this one. They were pretty heavy bags. 

They had a few SUV's waiting for us, and I smiled thankfully as there were no stupid little flags on the windows like they usually have. I got in the driver's seat of the first one, Xavier in the passenger seat, Levi on the driver's back and the majority of the bags in the trunk and a few next to him. In the other Tristan was driving, following me, with Ryan, Sam and Logan with him. I start the car and begin the drive to my old house, telling the duo about my family, old stories and things we used to do before I left for the Core. 

I got out of the SUV, and was suddenly nervous. I wonder how they're gonna act when they see me. Will they be happy that I'm okay and here? Or mad that I didn't call? It could go both ways. I smooth out the white v-neck, tucked into my baggy, over sized camo pants that I surely stole from one of the guys, a beige belt holding them up, and my military boots. My brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and I tightened it self consciously. My face was makeup free and clear, save for the few bruises, cuts and stitches here and there, although most of the bruises were cleared up. I had a gun tucked away in the back waistband of my pants, just to assure myself that I was safe. 

I felt a hand on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and turn to see Levi. I smiled nervously and he sent me a warm one back. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before straightening up and walking to the familiar two story home that I grew up in. 

I get to the door and raise a confident hand, knocking, and getting no response. I see Stiles' blue jeep that I gave him in the driveway, and an old green dirt bike, and send a confused look to my men. I turn the doorknob, and was surprised to open the door easily. I walk in, and find 2 figures sitting on the couch, one talking to another who was silent, and seemed to be unresponsive. I didn't hear anyone else in the house so I assumed that they were the only 2 here. 

I saw the figure that was talking was tanned, had dark brown, almost black hair, an uneven jawline, and a deep voice. The second figure was significantly paler than the first, but was still slightly tan. He had quiffed up brown hair, and I could see an arrangement of moles on the back of his neck, I could only imagine that more follow to his face. 

It didn't take a genius to figure out that this was Scott and Stiles, although they are both significantly more grown up that I remember. 7 years does do a lot to the appearance. 

"What have I told you two about locking the doors when you're home without protection?" I ask jokingly and they both jump up and whip around quicker than I could at the moment with my still semi-sore body. 

"Lia?" I hear Stiles whisper and I say nothing but open up my arms. He comes rushing into me and I swallow him into a much needed hug. We stay there for a minute or two before I see Scott standing back there with tears in his eyes and I open up my arms wider to let him join us. He runs too, a little more gracefully than Stiles did, and joins us in a hug. I feel my shoulder getting wet and hear little sniffles that makes me smile.