Not Quite The Same (Hiatus)

Chapter Eighteen

(A/N: This is technically the 20th chapter in this story. I just wanted to say thank you guys soooooooo fucking much because I wouldn't be anywhere without you guys. I mean, over 2,000 reads and 100 votes?! You guys made that happen! I didn't expect this story to get any attention at all, but when I got a notification that said that someone had voted on my first chapter, I never thought that it would continue. So thank you guys, you are the reason I continued the story, and are the reason I'm still writing. I would've given up long ago if it weren't for you guys. So thank you. Love you guys. Now, back to the story.)

When Scott got a call saying that Stiles had run off, to be honest, he panicked.

After he had hung up with Lydia, he began to pace in the file room. The others were still searching for anything and everything on amnesia. Allison had come up with the idea that Stiles had met up with someone, someone who had manipulated him in some form of way to make him forget. Or perhaps he just hit his head.

Finally, he sighed and said, "Guys, we need to wrap this up."

They all turned to face him. "Why? What's wrong?" Allison asked, carrying the files they had found.

"Stiles ran off." He told them grimly. "Derek and Lydia are chasing after him but who knows how far he'll get. We need to go."

They nodded and shut all the file cabinets they had opened up. They all crept towards the door, all pretty much thinking the same thing: How the hell are we going to get out of here? It had been a miracle that they had gotten in there without getting noticed by any of the nurses or Melissa, but getting out might be a bit harder. "We can't just walk out the front door." Aiden said.

Scott sighed and thought for a moment, thinking of ways to get out of their without running into anyone that they knew. It wasn't going to be easy. "Maybe we don't need to." Allison said, catching the attention of the others.

"What do you mean?" Kira asked, confusion written across her features.

Allison didn't answer but instead pointed towards the small window positioned at the top of the wall. "That works." Scott said, surprised.

He walked over to the window and opened it up, popping the screening out of it. He pulled over a chair and put it under the window. He then gestured for the others to climb out of the window.

Allison was the first to go, then Malia, then Kira, then Isaac, then the twins and then Scott, who kept the window screen in his hand. As he pulled out of the window and onto the ground, he turned around and put the screen back in place. "Come on." he said.

They all raced to their cars and got in quickly. They all drove off, Allison, Scott, and Isaac in the lead. They started to drive around, looking for Stiles when their group chat rang out. Scott picked up his phone and read the text.

We found him. ~Derek

Scott sighed out in relief, closing his eyes briefly before opening them and typing out a text.

Thank god. We'll meet you back at the house. ~Scott

"They found him." Scott told Allison and Isaac.

"Good." Allison sighed. "We're meeting back at Derek's house?"

"Mhm." Scott hummed, glancing out the window.

She nodded and began to drive to the said house. The ride was silent and slightly tense. Scott couldn't blame anyone for the tension, however. He was nervous, too. His best friend had run away without warning for whatever reason it had been. Everything about Stiles was different and Scott didn't know what to do with that; He just wanted his friend back.