No One Left

The Talk And The Sad Truth

In a soundproof office room. They had made so that they could have private conversations. Without the prying ears of the other family members. Peter sat in a chair across from Talia. 

"So what's with the boy?" Talia asks Peter. 

"So the boy, Stiles, he had sent me a letter to come to meet him all alone in the woods yesterday." Peter was saying when Talia paused him. 

"And you went? Alone? It could have been a trap." She was a little angry. 

"I'm not stupid Talia. I figured it could be a trap. So I checked it out the night before. But there were no signs of anyone so I went." Peter sighed. 

"So what did he have to say." 

Peter's face grew reluctant. "He said that there was a hunter at Derek and Laura's school. And that she was tricking Derek into giving her information." He paused to let that sink in before he brought out the real problem.

Talia stood up angrily. "How do they let, some random psycho into the school. I'm going to have a word with the school board." Talia said already planning on what to do next. 

"Talia," Peter said to bring her back to the conversation. "That's not all he told me." Talia looked at him. 

"There's more?" She said.

"Yes. I don't know how he knows this but he said that the day we have the family get together the hunters are gonna strike and take us out. He said we'd all die." Peter was angry and scared deep down of losing all his family.

Talia stood to her full height. "What hunter's?"

Peter looked her in the eye. "The Argents. He said that they were all crazy. Except for Chris Argent." Peter said exactly what Stiles had said earlier. 

"So he knows the hunters. Do you think that's how he came by this information?" Talia asked Peter.

 "I don't know he could be. That could be how he knew to mask his scent when I saw him. All I smelt was drugs." 

Talia tilted her head in thought. "Drugs? Are you sure?" She asks Peter. 

"Yeah. Not harmful. But I don't know how he got them." Hmmmm she thought to herself.

"Well Deaton said he was broken into this morning, He said someone raided his drug cabinet and his other cabinet. And the person had also masked their scent with drugs." Peter looked thoughtful. 

"You think it was the boy. How would he know where to go in Deaton's and to mask his scent in there?" Talia shook her head. 

"I don't know. But the boy is definitely not telling us everything." Peter laughed. 

"You think. He's obviously lying about a lot. But if he's right about what's going to happen we owe him. Hence me letting him stay here." Talia looked to be in deep thought. Peter also was wondering what to do next. And what to do with Stiles.

Out in the other room. Stiles was silently eating. He could tell all eyes in the room where on him. He felt out of place. He was in his home and he had friends here. Derek, Cora, Deaton and even Peter. But they weren't his friends. They were younger, And they didn't know Stiles. He felt like he didn't belong. He was sad. Because he knew he couldn't go back. There wasn't anything to go back to. He had no friends no family. He had Nothing. He was pretending in this time. Just telling lies to gain trust and make a good future for his friends and his past self. But he was an anomaly. He didn't belong. He would have to leave sooner or later. He couldn't stay here.

Once Talia and Peter left the room. And they walked back into the dining room where they left Stiles and the kids. The smell of sadness hit them hard. And it was all was coming from Stiles. 

"Stiles, what's wrong?" Peter asked wondering what had happened since they went to talk. Stiles looked up at Peter. He looked one second away from crying. 

"Nothing. I just think I should leave. I just can't be here. I'm sorry." Stiles got up and walked out of the house with tears wetting his cheeks. He realized that even though he helped save the Hales from the fire and probably saved all his friends from going through all the bad shit that would happen to them. He would never get his friends back. And he was truly all alone. Even now.