Deaton watched as Alec left the room, "In the strangest way Stiles, he reminds me of a blend of you and Scott." Stiles smiled; he hadn't thought about Scott in days. Deaton continued, "Where he lacks the patience to learn in an organized manor, he excels in retaining the knowledge like a sponge." Deaton had grinned at Stiles; Stiles was tickled by his remark.
"From you doc, I'll take it as a compliment!" Just the mentioning of his best friend's name Stiles couldn't help but feel alienated by Scott, he couldn't understand it, none of this made sense to him. Deaton looked towards Stiles,
"And now, again what brings you by to visit me after all these years?" Stiles looked at Ethan, then around the room.
"I'm not sure where to start?" he closes his eyes "And please don't say the beginning." Opening his eyes, he realized it was exactly what Deaton was going to say, which left Deaton standing with his mouth open.
Ethan moved a bit to Stiles side, he moved a file out of his way, then pushed himself on top of the exam table to sit, as Stiles leaned against the wall underneath one of the small windows.
*"My unit had just arrived in Tanzania by boat from our temporary base that had been set up on the island of Pemba." Ethan started the story. "Since I was driving alone, they put PFC Cammel in the vehicle with me, and that's when I noticed Sergeant Stilinski, I mean Stiles, in the vehicle next to us." Stiles winked at his friend.
Third person
A large truck advanced away from the beach on the tiny dirt road, with an identical truck and a camouflaged Hummer right on its tail. Both of our trucks were labeled with the American Red Cross logo on their sides. Staff Sergeant Stiles Stilinski was the driver of the escort Hummer with First Sergeant Michael Lasko in the passenger seat next to him. Stiles was talking to Ethan on the headset,
"And it will be good to talk to you as well Ethan, see you in a bit."
Pushing the mic from his mouth to his forehead. Stiles chimed in with a smile, "Sweet." Michael looked at Stiles,
"So, you really want to buy the previous land of this person? This "Hale" whom you haven't spoken to in over five years and you're not even sure if is he dead or alive at this point." Michael asked Stiles with a questioning look.
"That's the plan!" Stiles said with a hint of humor in his eyes. "Ok if that's what you want, then that's what will happen...!"
Specialist Ethan Stiener was driving the middle Red Cross truck with Sergeant Pete (Petey) Cammel as his passenger. "Wow so you've been stationed with him for four rotations and never once tried to get away from him?" Ethan asked laughingly. Pete was clearly upset at this point.
"He has saved my ass more than a few times and I know he would give his life for mine as I would for him. You must not know Sergeant Stilinski very well or you wouldn't have asked that!" Ethan leaned back, Pete had put him in his place,
"Okay so maybe I don't know Stiles all that well, why don't you enlighten me."
Corporal Jacob Wisckot was driving lead truck with PFC Brian Stouter as his passenger. "That Sergeant seems kind of a doofus." The PFC said snidely.
"First off as you said that doofus is a "Sergeant" and is it appropriate that you would use that derogatorily descriptive word to one of the people that commands over you?" The young Corporal questioned.
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WerewolfSummer 2019 Stiles Stilinski returns to Beacon Hill to enlist help from his old pack to help him locate missing members of a military convoy. As different situations unfold, it becomes obvious that there are supernatural element's preventing their p...