Deception

Simple Words Unanswered

His father stared at him, like he couldn't believe it. 

"Stiles, what..." 

He trails of, shaking his head. 

His father stands up, stepping forward and reaches out but his fingers only go through his sons face. Noah doesn't seem as shocked by this, to him Stiles realised, he was the hologram, not his father. 

But his face is still stricken by shock and disbelief. 

Stiles gave him a soft smile, reassuring. 

Noah's eyes travel around his form greedily but tenses slightly. The odd way Stiles is contacting him, is not as important as what he can see. 

"What have they done to you?" He asked, pleadingly and the pain was clear. 

Stiles then realised his father was staring at his scars, he shifted uncomfortable but quickly said, trying not to worry him any more "I'm fine! Really, its been difficult but-but I'm okay" 

"Can you promise that!?" The Sheriff demanded protectively and with authority. 

Despite himself Stiles did hesitate but...for his father... 

"I promise" 

Noah seem to calm down a little at that but only a little, he looked at his son, bewildered "How?" 

Stiles grimaced. 

"Its complicated" 

The Sheriff shook his head, his expression still terrified "The pack told me you'd been kidnapped by-by sorcerous!" 

Kidnapped...? 

Stiles clenched his jaw then unclenched, trying not to show any anger, his father didn't need that. 

More like left me behind!

But then something else registered with what his father had said. 

"You know?" Stiles asked quickly. 

His eyes widened, they told him? 

Oh great... 

He had wanted to keep his father out of this, to keep him safe. 

But on the bright side it did make this easier. 

"They told me everything, I-I know about supernatural and all that, why-" He stopped then, this was not the time to be asking his son that, all that mattered at the moment was that Stiles was okay.

"What happened to you? How are you? I swear if I find whoever did that to you-!" His father growled, eyes narrowing. 

"I promised! Look, I'm okay! Stop looking at the scars dad, what you should be looking at is me! See? I'm fine, I'm alright!" Stiles said, spreading his arms out a bit to give him a clear view of him. 

Noah noticed how despite Stiles did look on the thinner side apart from that everything...did seem okay, his sons eyes were wide and alert, they didn't speak of fear or pain, only worry, for him. 

His clothes seemed a bit strange as well... 

Maybe his eyes a little bit to bright? 

But that must be the light? 

Stiles father slowly let out a long breath, trying to calm himself down. He'd been haunted in his dreams ever since he'd heard what happened. He'd have nightmares of finding Stiles but it only being to late or finding him tortured and unconscious, or finding him dead...