ANOTHER STORY ANOTHER TIME

CHAPTER TWENTY * REALITIES LOST

Stiles's eyes opened, then quickly had to shut due to rain that was pelting down on him. His head hurt something horrible, he inadvertently moaned. Pavel stopped and tried to speak with him again... but Stiles remained still. Placing his hands on his temples Pavel pulled some pain from Stiles and the younger man briefly woke up, 

"Don't keep doing that, you need your strength to get out of here." And like a light turned off, he was out again, 

"Come on soldier, wake up man." Pavel continued trudging through the rain. He needed to get out of the park before the vans were forced to leave them. Another ordnance went off, as the noise subsided, Pavel could here sirens getting louder as they got closer. Pavel had to wade through a small stream from what he could tell, holding his balance was not easy since he had Stiles in his arms.

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They had finally made it to the entrance of the park, at that point he had figured out that the rubble they just traveled through were the collapsed buildings at the front entrance of the park. There was an old metal bench that was still screwed into the ground that he sat Stiles on it, as he sat next to him holding his head up trying to talk him into waking up.

 "Ok buddy we are almost there." Then he heard voices, but they were not familiar. The amount of police lights outside of the park was growing by the minute. Voices were getting closer, as flashlights were as well. Stiles started to moan as Pavel pulled his head towards his chest to muffle the sound. Then out if nowhere an explosive device went off near the roller coaster they had left several moments earlier. The police turned their attention to the coaster as the giant metal frame started collapsing in large sections... On the ground he noticed a pebble, its glint was amazingly bright, for some odd reason he picked the pebble up and put it in his pocket. As Pavel turned around Stiles was sitting up on the bench, 

"What happened, where are we...?" Pavel was happy to see him moving around. 

"Okay my friend we only have a little bit more to go to get to the vans." Stiles stood up an instantly became dizzy and had to sit back down. Pavel walked up to him 

"Here let me help you get the rest of the way out of this hell." 

Moments later the arrived at the van they were quickly and quietly greeted by Liam, Alec, Argent and Isaac.  Argent grabbed his friend in a hug, "I sent the rest to Peter's." He looked at the two men in the light, 

"Which one of you is bleeding?" This was the first time Pavel noticed the blood on the back of Stiles head. "That last explosive lightning strike sent both of us through the air, Stiles landed on a turn style, and must have hit his head, he has been in and out of it since, I've taken as much of his pain as I could." Alec hurried to Stiles side, 

"Okay bud let's get you in the van, and I'll check out your head injury." Stiles looked at him, 

"You can call me Stiles." He said matter-of-factly. Liam opened the door and Alec helped Stiles get up into the van, Stiles looked at Alec for a moment, 

"Wait I know you, your um Alec from L.A." Alec looked at him, 

"Um Stiles yes I'm Alec, so when do you leave for basic training?" Stiles looked at Liam, "I haven't told the pack yet, I want to tell dad and Lydia first." Liam looked at the men getting into the van, Isaac eyes got big, 

"What's wrong Liam?" Liam moved to the front of the van. "I believe Stiles has a concussion, he seems to have lost his memory back to before he left for his basic training." Argent looked at Pavel,

 "What happened to you guys back there?" Pavel closed his eyes, "Traster forced me to take Stiles into custody for him, but I fought it, and we barely came out on top." Argent looked at Isaac, under your seat there is a box, could you hand it to me please.?" Isaac did, Chris pulled out a police light, placed it on the dash, plugged it in and turned it on. The light lit and the van took off at a fast pace by the police cars, "I'm glad I remembered that thing...." The van moved effortlessly past the police and onto the main road.

Twenty moments later he van pulled into the back alley behind the condo. The five men quietly made their way to the elevator, then up to the penthouse. Liam and Isaac helped Stiles to the first room in the hall. Argent hurried in with a large ice compress. 

"This should help with the swelling." Peter walked in, "What happened to Stiles?" Pavel looked at him, 

"We were caught in one of those concussive explosives, he was thrown into a metal pole." Argent looked defeated, 

"Okay guys let's give him some time to rest, Alec could you stay here and keep an eye on him?" Alec placed the compress close to where he had been bleeding. "Yes, I can do that, may I have some tea my throat is dry?" Peter started to protest but got a look from Chris that stopped him before he could speak, and he proceeded to get the tea. Stiles stirred a little, 

"Michael, where is Michael?" Alec looked at Liam, "That's good, he remembers Michael." Peter sat next to Stiles and pulled his hand into his. As he began to talk, he started pulling pain from Stiles, 

"We gave Michael a sedative, he has been through a great deal of trauma, and needs a good amount of rest before we board a plane to go home." Before he was done, Stiles had fallen back to sleep. The men all started leaving the room one by one, Alec took Stiles hand and pulled more pain away, he laid his head on Stiles pillow and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Michael woke up in a panic, the sound of explosions was now echoing in his mind. It took him a moment to figure out where he was, then he realized he was with Stiles friends, he wasn't sure if Stiles group made it back yet or not, but the need to know hit him. He stood and walked towards the hallway that went to the rooms. He stumbled to the floor, but was able to pull himself up, he slowly walked through the first door, and there was Stiles with a compress up against his head, and Alec leaning against the bed sleeping with his head next to Stiles. Alec stirred, Michael smiled, 

"Earlier you used the phrase 'My Brother would kill me' Stiles is your brother correct?" Alec grinned, "Yes I was adopted by Stiles's father, but he left for Basic training the day before and never had contact with us again." Michael looked lost, 

"He told me everyone from here quit contacting him, I know he never received any mail." Alec looked down at Stiles, "I believe he has a concussion, to know for sure he would need a CT. But we really can't utilize a hospital here, he needs to go back to Beacon Hill." Michael heard all of that, his eyes teared a bit, moving the blanket so he could lay next to Stiles, Alec stood, 

"I'll give you guys some privacy, I'm glad you are well Michael, he really does care about you." Leaving the room and closing the door Alec headed to his room where Liam had gone to rest.

Michael laid there, he placed his arm around Stiles's waist and took his hand into his and pulled some pain away, 

"Sarge, I just learned how to do this from Isaac. These people care about you very much, so please be okay, if not for me then for them." He placed a kiss on Stiles's cheek, 

"I love you too" and Michael buried his face in Stiles's shoulder. Stiles had slept on his shoulder like that during missions in Iraq, he now understood how the feeling of closeness helped with calming nerves and putting one at peace if not only momentarily. He was happy to smell the scent of Stiles, his scent was of a clean sea breeze mixed with fresh linen, and citrus. He smiled as he drifted to sleep.

Peter walked in to check if Stiles's swelling went down, and it had... as he walked away, he noticed both men were smiling in their sleep. He was very happy for Stiles, he had changed and grown very fond of all the people in this strange pack, but more so he was happy to have a home.