Not Quite The Same (Hiatus)

Chapter Thirty Nine

Stiles needed answers; needed them. After being kept in the dark for so long, he needed answers.

"Stiles--" His dad tried, but he cut him off.

"I need answers," he insisted, urgency in his voice. "You guys know more about me than I do."

They all stared at him, some looking nervous, others looking hesitant. "Please," he whispered, desperate. He needed to know. The good, the bad, the everything; he had to know.

John looked around at the others as if he were looking for someone to protest. No one said a thing.

John let out a big, tired sigh, closing his eyes for a brief moment as though to recollect for what he was about to say. "Okay," he muttered. "Where do you want to start?"

"From the beginning. The beginning of all of this. From the beginning of when you," Stiles pointed at Scott as he spoke. "first shifted. From the beginning of this whole mess."

Scott straightened. He looked at everyone else, looking for the pack's reassurance. "And you want to know everything?" Scott asked.

"Everything." Stiles' answer was immediate.

Scott sighed and licked his lips. "Okay," he said. "It all started on the night of sophomore year..."

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Derek stood in silence as the pack told the story of Stiles Stilinski, the boy who ran with wolves. He only spoke up once and that was to tell them of when Stiles held Derek up in the water for 3 hours straight, otherwise he stayed quiet.

He listened to the stories of the old Stiles, the one who studied and learned and did enough research for a life time. The one who would put himself in the line of fire for his friends, his pack, his family. He remembered the old Stiles, the one who bounced off walls and smiled even in the darkest of times, the one who teased and antagonized him, the one he hated at first then grew to tolerate then grew to love. He could admit this now. He, 100%, loved Stiles Stilinski. But the man in front of him, listening to the stories with a blank face and tense body... Derek didn't know if the old Stiles would ever be back.

All he could do is hope.

(A/N: I'm not gonna give you any excuses cause jfc its almost been a month wow look at how lazy i am. Anyway, I love you guys so much and thank you for being patient and not killing me for being so late. Love you guys, hope you liked the short ass chapter)