Hills to Forks (Stiles Stilinski x Embry Call) **Discontinued For Now**

Reuniting Surprises (Part one)

Present-day

This was Stiles' last year of high school the pack all graduated with flying colors even Malia which she was more than a little relieved about almost breaking Stiles' ribs with the hug of excitement and happiness she was giving him. But now it was time for a different chapter in the pack's life Beacon Hills was safe for now and even if it wasn't safe in the future it wasn't their problem anymore it was now the new Scott's pack generations problem aka Liam, Mason, Corey, Hayden, Theo, and surprisingly enough Nolan.

That was fine especially if that meant Stiles wasn't going to have to run for his life every other day, but then the genius that was Derek freaking Hale decided the pack should move towns to have a proper break from the supernatural to get them back to normal reality again. And, of course, Scott immediately jumped at the idea, so did Allison, Lydia, Kira, Isaac, and Erica. Malia didn't really care either way and Stiles was just downright in disbelief and slightly confused.

Their options were New York City, Mystic Falls, Virginia, and wait for it........ Forks, Washington.

Kira and Malia voted for New York, Isaac and Lydia voted for Mystic Falls, and Allison, Scott, Erica, and Derek all voted for Forks.

Apparently we're in a democracy now! Because, guess who won?!

And that was the reason Stiles was back in his room fast asleep at his Uncle Charlie's place he'd only gotten in late last night could have been early this morning honestly he was too tired to remember.

Apparently being the pack's emissary includes being dragged cross country in the middle of the night, so the next morning he and Derek could talk the local pack into a treaty of truce and then still go buy a packhouse before the pack arrived in two days time.

Stiles' nose hit the floor the next morning as he rolled off of his bed still wrapped in a complicated cocoon of blankets when his phone started to ring out giving him a minor heart attack and a severely bruised nose.

"What?!" Stiles demanded as he answered the phone.

"Well, good morning to you too" Derek retorted and even if Stiles couldn't see it he could feel the famous Hale eye roll happening.

"Good?" Stiles asked, "what's good about it the fact that we only arrived in this stupid town at times that should be illegal or maybe the part where I may or may not have broken my nose falling off my bed because you called me at this ungodly hour, which one Derek?" Stiles questioned.

Derek did another eye roll and a loud huff of annoyance, "Stop complaining."

Stiles ignored the order as he slowly made it back to his feet and plopped down on the bed his free hand coming up to gently massage his nose.

"You need to come to the La Push Reservation in an hour for the treaty-"

"Whoa" Stiles held a hand up, "I thought you were doing that by yourself."

Derek sighed again a soft growl threatening to leave his throat, "I was, but for some reason, they want my emissary present and that's you last time I checked."

"Fine" Stiles nodded to himself.

Something told Stiles the Quileute pack didn't just want him there for the treaty and it made an instant smile curve his lips at the thought of seeing his second, home, life, and pack again.

"I'll text you directions" Derek started before Stiles shook his head and cut him off.

"It's okay, Sourwolf, I'm sure I can find it by myself."

"Stiles, I really don't-"

Stiles rolled his eyes before hanging up and throwing his phone back on his bed he then made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower.