A Pain That I'm Used To (Stamon) (Kliles)

Leaving behind Beacon Hills

Stiles tossed his bags on the floor as he glanced around the house. It was small but perfect for just him. He inspected the new furniture his dad had delivered days before Stiles' arrival. He'd come up to get the house in order while Stiles finished his packing. It felt weird being out of Beacon Hills. He'd spent his entire life there but he needed a new start one that didn't involve the supernatural or Scott.

Stiles ran his hand through his disheveled hair as he recalled the argument he'd had with Scott a week before.

"Scott, all I'm saying is we wouldn't be in this spot if you'd just killed Gerard the first time. This is all his fault, completely." Stiles huffed throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"That's not how we handle things and you know it." Scott growled.

"That's your problem, you don't handle things. You don't put a bandaid on something that needs surgery, Scott that's how you die. Look at Allison." Stiles' voice was louder now.

"Don't you dare bring her into this." Scott snapped his eyes flashing a bright red.

"Cause you know I'm right. Scott look around you man. We're outnumbered. We keep fighting the same fight. I get that you want to save everybody but not everybody deserves saving. We've lost too many of our friends by doing the 'right thing'. We've lost Allison, Aiden, Erica, Boyd, when are you gonna admit that sometimes the enemy has to die?" Stiles new he was pushing it but he had to get Scott to see.

"No one dies, Stiles." Scott snapped.
"What has gotten into you? Is this about Derek leaving?

Stiles snapped his head up. No one had mentioned Derek since he left about a month ago. He and Stiles had been close, what with saving each other so many times, how could they not? It had been hard on Stiles when Derek left, everyone knew it but no one dared mention it, until now.

"He'd agree with me." Stiles spoke between clenched teeth.

"Then why don't you go run off and find him." Scott shouted.

"You know what? Maybe I will!" Stiles yelled back as he stalked out of Scott's house slamming the door behind him.

Stiles' dad had been relieved when he suggested moving out of Beacon Hills. His dad had told him about the small town his mom had grown up in before moving to Beacon Hills. They'd bought a house there before Stiles was born to vacation at. They hadn't been to the house since his mom got sick, she had died when Stiles was only eight. The Sheriff didn't have the guts to sell it. Stiles was too young to really remember the house. It had sat empty for almost fourteen years.

Stiles had been excited when his dad offered him the house. He'd signed over the deed and everything. This was Stiles' new home, Mystic Falls.

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