ANOTHER STORY ANOTHER TIME

CHAPTER NINETEEN * GROUNDED

Michael stood there, his eyelids were pressed together so hard they started watering, he didn't know what was going to happen, he had never felt fear like this before. Stiles looked Michael in the eyes, waiting for the unknown. The entire team stood there watching the two men. After a few seconds Michael opened his eyes and saw Stiles, their eyes connected,

"We just can't win." Stiles looked for any sign of any transformation and was baffled not to see one.

"Um Stiles?" Michael started shaking, Stiles eyes widened and without thinking, he threw his arms around Michael,

"Hold on, no matter what happens, I got you." Michael's shaking increased Stiles whispered in his ear

"Why are you shaking?" Michael started to cry,

"Because we thought you were dead, we watched you to go over the edge of that cliff and I've seen nothing, but you and Ethan go over that Cliff for five and a half months, but you're here, not dead, I silently prayed." After a moment had passed, the entire group one by one let out a sigh of relief. Liam hugged Alec and he hugged him back. Ethan started to cry,

"You didn't leave me, I'm so sorry I blamed you for all my troubles." Jackson who never cried in front of people, grabbed Ethan's face,

"You couldn't have known, it's not your fault, you were what kept me sane, I, I love you so much." Ethan was ecstatic' "Jacs don't you ever leave me again."

Scott helped Jacob sit on one of the large wooden boxes,

"You are Jacob, right?" Jacob smiled,

"It's been months since someone nicely talked to me, thank you ... er um?" Scott put his hands by Jacobs eyes,

"I'm Scott, Scott McCall, I'm going to place my fingers by your eyes, it will pull your pain away." Scott put his fingers to Jacob's temples, he flinched.

"I'm sorry, we were beaten every day, Michael got the worst of it, when we get back to your home you should probably have his chest x-rayed for broken ribs. Huh I'm just not used to being touched nicely." Scott pulled Jacob's pain, it was the darkest he had ever seen. Michael put his hand on Stiles's head, and the other on his back,

"Thank you for coming for me." Again, Stiles had become speechless. Michael looked him in the face, his eyes hardened as his expression changed, "Stiles, you're still scared, aren't you?" Stiles looked at him,

"No, I'm not scared, you're safe now." Michael shook his head side to side,

"That's not what I'm talking about, you're still scared of who you are." Stiles let go and stepped backwards turned and faced towards the sky. Stiles looked at him,

"No, no Michael you're wrong, I'm not scared to be who I am, let's just get back to the vans and discuss it back at the condo." Michael looked at Stiles and agreed with him he didn't want to hurt the man that he cared for so much, so he was just going to let this go and discuss it in private.

Chris stood there and had his head down,

"That was my fault Isaac, I forgot to radio you about not using names." Peter looked at both men,

"Well, everything turned out okay so let's get past this." Chris half grinned,

"Okay let's get you boys home." Chris said enthusiastically, Peter pulled out his small pocket duffle bag, and sat it on a rail,