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If they manage to survive this Stiles was going to give this motel the most scathing internet review he could, but that was for later.
Right now he was doing something stupidly heroic in stepping into the puddle of gas with Scott; and if this went wrong he hoped Lydia cries at his funeral.
For a moment it did feel like things were going wrong, sharp pain filled him making him double over. Moments later he saw Scott fling the flare in his hands as far away as possible and rushing to his side. “Stiles?”
It was awesome to have Scott back.
They burst into activity, Scott rushing to his room to change clothes, Stiles and Allison breaking into a bus, Erica managed to lure out Boyd and Isaac like some sort of wolf-whisperer, and even Danny and not-so-evil Alpha twin joined them.
While it wasn’t comfortable, it was the best sleep Stiles’ had in years.
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What felt like the next day not-so-evil Alpha twin came into school wearing a leather jacket and chatting with Isaac. Erica and Boyd were there too, but they seemed suitably wary. They appeared to relax a little when Danny and Lydia joined them and it was all Stiles could do not to march over there and demand to know what’s going on.
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After that Stiles started to notice things. Easy even with how unmoored he’d felt since Motel de Horror. Like how Lydia started sporting a leather jacket of her own—and why the fuck would she join Derek’s pack when Scott was a million times cooler and nicer?
He felt no compunction in spilling all to Scott and Allison, though it started Scott on his ‘why doesn’t Isaac talk to me anymore’ spiel. Which Allison seemed to commiserate with...and wow, Stiles didn’t want to contemplate the significance of that. Except to wonder why his friends had poor taste.
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The week after that the Alphas up and vanish. Took everyone by surprise, except for some reason Lydia.
It was enough to make him want to corner her and demand answers, except she was never alone. She’d be chatting with Boyd and Ethan, or hanging out with Erica, or eating lunch with all of them, or bringing Isaac to school with her in the mornings, their hands full of coffee for the rest of the pack.
Frustrating was what it was.
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Scott flops into the seat next to him on the outdoor picnic table, and gives a dramatic groan Stiles’ only ever associated with Allison and their relationship before.
“What?” He’s that good a best friend.
Scott turns his head and Stiles gets met with sad puppy eyes. “Derek’s going to foster Isaac.”
Stiles blinks. “Excuses me? What? I thought that required an actual legal residence, not a burned out house and a subway station.”
“I know! But Isaac said Derek bought a whole apartment complex,”—wow way to casually show off how rich you are—“and that they’ve already started to move in.”
“So how do you know all this?” It’s a good question considering as far as Stiles knew things were incommunicado with Isaac.
Scott groans again. “Isaac came and talked to me. Said that Derek wanted us to come to the next pack meeting they had, talk about things.”
That doesn’t sound ominous at all.