Thomas/Stiles POV:
We are driving for about an hour now, when my 'dad' needs to refill the tank. He goes outside to make a quick call and I just kept staring outside, neither of us had said a word in the past hour. We are driving in a blue jeep, who looks very old. I decided I wouldn't survive three more hours without saying a word.
He steps back in and starts the car again. "You have a phone? That's so cool!!" Really Thomas, really? I ask myself. Of all things I could have said, I said that.
He looks surprised. "You don't have a phone?" He asks. "No, we communicated through walkie talkies." I laugh. He laughs with me. "Why?" He asks after a while. "We didn't have phones."
"Why are you driving an old jeep?" I ask him. "It was from my wife first. But sadly, she passed away. After you took the jeep." He says, his voice in a sad tone.
It was again silent. "When we come home. There are some people who I want to introduce you to." He says to me. "They are your age." "Let me guess, friends of that Stiles' guy?" I ask annoyed.
"You keep telling me your name isn't Stiles, but you never told me your real name." He asks to change the subject. "My name is Thomas." I answer while looking out of the window again.
"Where did you come from?" He asks. I chuckle. "You're like me, you ask way to many questions. And I don't even know the answer to them." I say.
"You don't know where you come from?" I sigh, getting annoyed by the questions. "Yeah I do, but it depends on when you want to know. Because I never stayed at a place for long."
"Why didn't you stay at one place? Isn't it hard to move your stuff all the time?" He questions me. "We didn't stay at one place for multiple reason. And we hadn't stuff to move so yeah, it wasn't that hard." I answer.
The rest of the trip we both stay quiet. He realised he asked too many questions so he kept his mouth shut. Which I was very grateful for.
After three very long hours, I see a sign that says: 'Welcome to Beacon Hills!' I sighed, three hours ago I wished we were here sooner. And know I just want to sit in the car forever.
"What's wrong?" my 'dad' asks me. "Nothing, I am just not in a mood to talk, and those people are going to ask a lot of questions." I answer.
"They know you're not Stiles." He says, trying to cheer me up a bit. "Yeah, but that isn't going to stop those shanks." I say back.
"What's a shank?" He asks curiously. I laugh. "I have no idea what it means, Minho used to say it all the time. So I started to use it too. Always when I used one of his words, he would make a comment that I was pathetic when I use it." I smile like an idiot when I think of it.
He went quiet. He probably thinks Minho died, because of the way I spoke about him. But maybe it was better this way, it means no question. And God, I would pay for everyone to just keep there klunk mouths shut.
We stopped at a house, which I think was the house of Stiles and his dad. I step out of the car and walk toward the front door. Before I walk inside I turn around and look at my 'dad'. He is leaning against the jeep with a sad smile on his face. "Are they already inside?" I ask him. He just nods in respond. I slowly open the door and walk inside.
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Sheriff Stilinski POV:
I lean against Stiles' old jeep. Maybe he doesn't recognise me anymore, and he probably doesn't see me as his dad. But I don't care, I got my son back. After 4 years I got him back. And I am not letting him go. Not again.
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