Stiles lives on his family's cattle farm, 60km away from the small country town called Beacon Hills, with his father and their farm hands Scott, Boyd and Parrish Derek lives on the run, he's been doing it for five years. He drives the country side in his old beat up Toyota, doing farm and station work so he could earn enough money for fuel and food to stay alive. Never staying anywhere longer than a week, laying low and keeping his head down. That was his system. But that all fell to shit the moment he stepped foot on the Stilinski farm. *Completed* Side note: I'm Australian, so if there's any strange sayings or wording in this fic, I'm sorry