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for meanttobeabeta: October 2013
Mar. 7th, 2014 06:44 pmHe always knew they'd find Erica and Boyd somehow. Granted, part of him always figured it would be in pieces in the woods, like the nightmare he can't stop himself from having even now, a year later, but still. It would be closure. A bigger, better part of him thought it might be kinda like an episode of CSI: Supernatural Crimes, with his brains and Derek's wolfy senses teaming up to track the Alpha pack back to their lair. A heroic rescue, just in the nick of time, and he could make some off-handed Batman joke to Erica as they escaped a possibly exploding house or something equally badass. Something he could use to show himself see, sometimes there can be happy endings. He didn't let himself think about not finding them, and he never thought it would be like this.
It was just an accident. He hadn't even been looking, too busy trying to juggle his groceries. He was heading to Scott's for a study session with the gang. A gang he didn't really feel like he was quite part of, like there was something missing from it. So he compensated with snacks. It was while shoving a bag of 2-liter sodas into the back of his Jeep without crushing the chips in the next back when he noticed Mrs. McCall. Some kid helping her with her groceries. Stiles there, about to walk over and say hi, when the guy opens his backseat, and there's a ridiculous leopard-print scarf he'd recognize anywhere. He knows. And then he realizes, as he jumps into the Jeep and starts it up, intent on following to make sure nothing happens to the closest thing he's known to a mom since his died. That's when he sees that car pull into the house next to Scott's, and he makes a complete 180, driving for the warehouse district and the only person he knows to call at this moment. His phone is already glued to his face two seconds in.
"Come on, dude, pick up."
It was just an accident. He hadn't even been looking, too busy trying to juggle his groceries. He was heading to Scott's for a study session with the gang. A gang he didn't really feel like he was quite part of, like there was something missing from it. So he compensated with snacks. It was while shoving a bag of 2-liter sodas into the back of his Jeep without crushing the chips in the next back when he noticed Mrs. McCall. Some kid helping her with her groceries. Stiles there, about to walk over and say hi, when the guy opens his backseat, and there's a ridiculous leopard-print scarf he'd recognize anywhere. He knows. And then he realizes, as he jumps into the Jeep and starts it up, intent on following to make sure nothing happens to the closest thing he's known to a mom since his died. That's when he sees that car pull into the house next to Scott's, and he makes a complete 180, driving for the warehouse district and the only person he knows to call at this moment. His phone is already glued to his face two seconds in.
"Come on, dude, pick up."
