The Stiles Experiment

Chapter 4

As soon as Stiles stormed into his room, furious about the fight with his dad still, he pressed his ear to the echoing floors in his bedroom that just so happened to be above the dining room area, and listened to his dad respond quietly to someone on the phone.

"That's what I called about. I was hoping you could give me some more information about your facility."

He swallowed harshly, as tears started to brim in his eyes. He had just gotten back, was finally normal again, and his dad was trying to get rid of him. It made Stiles feel sick to his stomach, but, he knew he couldn't take stuff out of context. So, he kept listening.

"So how much longer do I have to think about this?"

Stiles slightly smiled at that. Maybe if they only had a day left, his dad would decline the offer, they could forget this ever happened, and things could go back to as normal as possible.

The teen practically strained his hearing, trying to hear if his dad had spoken again, but just...silence.

Almost fifteen minutes later, Stiles was gonna give up, push himself off the floor and get some rest, when he heard his father utter the dreaded word.

"Yes."

Stiles swallowed back a sob as he stood up, wiping the tears that had spilled over onto the sleeve of his shirt plaid shirt. He then grabbed his cell phone off his nightstand and texted the top contact he had that was pack, which just so happened to be his girlfriend, Malia. He typed with shaking hands.

Stiles: Malia, have everyone meet up at Derek's in ten minutes.

He pocketed the device, before sliding the window open and carefully using the fire escape to get to the driveway below.

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Stiles swallowed as he pulled up in front of Derek's loft, as he took the keys out of the ignition, and gripped the steering wheel, just now deciding on how he was gonna tell everyone that he wouldn't see them for five years at the most.

'God, that's depressing.'

He got out of his jeep, and walked inside of the loft, walking up the wooden stairs to the door, knocking nervously while swallowing his sobs.

The door was opened by Malia, who grabbed him by the shirt, and pulled him into the loft, where Derek, Lydia and Kira had gathered. But Stiles noticed a large absence.

The true alpha himself.

"Where's Scott?" Stiles croaked hoarsely due to his tight throat from crying, wanting to tell him specifically.

"He is working on his make up math test he missed." Kira insisted, before the werecoyote grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him down onto a chair, Stiles tripping over his own feet during the short walk.

"What the hell is going on with you, Stiles? You cryptically texted me at two thirty in the morning, telling me to get everyone to meet you here because you wouldn't be able to tell us tomorrow."

'Time to stop stalling..." He told himself, before looking his close friends in the eyes, but mainly focused on Malia.

"My dad is sending me to a medical institution in Alaska tomorrow with a zero visitor policy." The human swallowed as a tear trickled down his face.

"How long?" Derek questioned with crossed arms, but it wasn't anger. Rather, pure concern filling the werewolf's voice.

"Five years."

"What do they wanna do with you? I thought you were finally okay." Kira expressed curiously.

"They want to figure out why the dementia that killed my mom, which the nogistune faked, disappeared as if it was never there, when it is a terminal diagnosis."

Lydia was the first to start crying, as she practically leapt and hugged Stiles tightly, which made Stiles finally go over the edge as he sobbed onto the strawberry blonde's shoulder, holding her like there was no tomorrow.

Quickly after, the rest of the tiny pack pilled onto Stiles, holding him like they were never gonna see him again, and honestly? Stiles felt in his gut that it may go down that way.

After almost twenty minutes, the pack finally allowed their human member to have some breathing room, which he took as a opportunity to say his individual goodbyes.

"Kira, I'm sorry I didn't get to know you as well as I wanted to, and please stick with Scott. He's gonna need you and your bad assery in the future. Derek, we have been through ups, downs, and a lot of kanima venom. But, please lighten up just a bit, Sourwolf. You're actually enjoyable to be around when you aren't acting like Grumpy Cat."

Stiles swallowed, feeling uncontrollable tears fall down his face as he directed his attention from his good friends, to his girlfriend, and someone who was basically family at this point.

"Lydia, please don't listen to the people who call you crazy, or say you're weird, or say your hair is red when it's clearly strawberry blonde. Just stay strong, for me. Malia, words can't describe how much I love you. I've given you things that I will never get back, and I'm okay with that. Remember me, okay? Don't forget about me, that I'm your anchor. I don't want you to be stuck as a coyote for another five years. But if I don't come back, remember you can be your own anchor."

Malia sniffed, wiping her face on her sleeve, before wrapping her arms around Stiles, whispering in his ear, which made him smile briefly.

"Stop being so sappy."

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