The Return (Teen Wolf Fanfic)

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"Get the jet ready now! Not tomorrow, in a few hours, or even in 10 minutes. I want it taking off 20 minutes ago!!" I yell at Samantha, my assistant, " and ship out the red Bugatti Scott's going to have a field day when he sees it."

I race to the car with my guards surrounding me to keep the paparazzi from seeing the tear tracks that my ray bans don't cover. I'm in my purple NYU hoodie with grey sweatpants on and Nike slides covering my socks.

"Stiles it's going to be alright. I'm coming with you whether you want me there or not." Sam runs to catch up to me pausing to set the alarm on for the mansion.

"Sam you don't have any clothes and you can't just leave. What about your parents?"

"That's a crap excuse and you know it Stiles. You took me to Milan for a week and my parents only knew I was gone when I came back and told them. Or how about the month in Tokyo where they called on the plane ride back? You need me and I'm going to be there for you!" She exclaims passionately getting in the Range Rover.

"Ok." I sniffed realizing we were at the jet already. I grabbed my iPhone 6s plus and got out helping Sam out as well. I put my hood up as there was a few paparazzi at the fence and some fans holding up signs. I felt my heart warming because its 3am and really chilly I gathered up as much energy as I could and I wiped my face, walked over, and smiled at them. I autographed everything they had but I couldn't smile for pictures so I didn't take any. It took about 15 minutes but I didn't care if they were dedicated enough to find out where I was going at 3am and rush out here not knowing if I was even going to see them, then I could dedicate 15 minutes to appreciating them before I face tragedy.

I left Beacon Hills when I was 17 after the Nogitsune ordeal because I just couldn't bounce back after killing so many people like I bounced back after dying. I moved to New York finished school online a year early and got a full ride to NYU. I double majored in ancient mythology and fine arts. I got my 'big break' when I was 19 and I was dared to audition for a huge role as young Tony Stark because Marvel did a flashback movie of him as 16-19 so I was lead. It was awesome like the whole comic con shit was the best. I got a teen choice, moon man, Tony, an Oscar nomination and a shitload of others! I was floating on cloud 28 by then, but yeah after that my career blew up like a nuclear bomb.

I do a lot of comedies, one of my favorites to work with is Kevin Hart who when we met called me and I quote a "pale faced, sarcastic, tall little man, with a whole lot of moles looking like a vanilla cookie with chocolate chips sprinkled in. But white boy got talent and potential to be almost as big as me and if you make a joke on that I will cut your shit off along with your balls and give it to Gaga for her birthday to wear! Anyways you even want or need something ring me you're probably the only white guy I'd willingly work with over anyone. But you have crap taste in music like what the shit is All Time Who?"

But now we're close friends and I introduced him to All Time Low. The only person I talk to is my Dad and even that is short here and there convos but he did go to my first award shows with me and to the Oscars still can't believe I lost to a 43 year old Leonardo DiCaprio last year for my role in Break In.

The reason I'm going back to the Bermuda Hills is my dad getting shot in the chest. If I catch those punks their dicks are mine. Like did they not know whose father they were fuc-

"Hun we landed 4 minutes ago. You ready to go?" Sam broke me out of my inner monologue.

"Um yea" I cleared my throat and got up to exit my jet.

~Hospital~

Apparently the shitarazzi found out I'm here (I didn't even know they had paparazzi in such a small town but anyways) and followed me but they can't go in hospitals so its all good.

"Hi I'm looking for my dad his name i-" I tell the nurse at the station with two of my bodyguards behind me and Sam next to me.

"Sheriff John Stilinski. And you're his son Stiles Stilinski, I haven't lived under a rock the past what 3 years. Sheriff's on the 3rd floor room 375 I'm sure you know your way with growing up here and all." A young nurse around 28 rudely stated not looking the least bit interested or sympathetic. Well okay then Miss Panty Twist.

We get to the room and I let Tom and Sean take a break and Sam went to the restroom. Just as I'm stepping up to grab the knob I feel a tap on my shoulder.

"Wha-" Floor. The hard ass floor is what my ass is on and who the hell punches that hard by those boots it's a chick. I GOT LAID OUT BY A CHICK?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??!! I can not tell Kevin about this. Wait what chick would knock the brains out of me? I haven't banged one around here. I look up as she squats down, Malia Tate.

"Hi." I squeak out and here comes that slap I predicted after that dick greeting. I mean 5 years and 2 lost virginities later and hi is what I say I'm glad she knocked me out and not Sam. Man I'm fucked.