𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘
be attracted to what is good for you

STILES JERKED AWAKE, and automatically began groaning in pain, sweat built up on his forehead, and his vision was a little blurry. "What the hale?"

"You're awake," Alec breathed out as he came in Stiles' view of sight. He was sitting down beside him on a bed — his bed in the Stilinski household — and holding his hand. "You're okay," he whispered to himself, he probably didn't expect Stiles to hear him.

"Of course I'm okay," Stiles stared at him incredulously until the events from the battle entered his mind. "Wait... am I?" He looked down at his stomach and moved the blanket off of him to see the damage. But, there wasn't much to see. His whole torso was covered by a wrap, and probably bandages underneath that.

"We had to rush you to the hospital. They gave you lots of stitches and antibiotics, and pain medication. Then they wrapped you up like a Christmas present," Jace said as he came in view, standing at the edge of Stiles' bed.

"We were so worried, Stiles!" Clary exclaimed, tear stains underneath her eyes. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, she was wearing one of his old Lacrosse hoodies, and any makeup she had wore, was smudged. "I thought you were dead," she sobbed out, clutching his other hand in her freezing ones. "We thought..." she choked on her woods, tears sliding down her freckle covered cheeks. "We thought we lost you for good."

Stiles tried to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. "We should all know I'm hard to kill at this point," he tried to crack a joke, but they all glared at him. He awkwardly cleared his throat. "So... how long was I out for?"

"Two days," Izzy informed him as she stood behind Clary, one hand on the redheads shoulder, the other one wiping away a stray tear that escaped her beautiful dark chocolate eyes. "It's been kind of stressful."

Stiles' eyes widened. He was passed out for two days straight. Damn. A thought then entered his mind, and he jerked slightly which made Alec panic and push him gently back down on the bed. "What about Valentine? Is he dead? Please tell me he's dead."

Clary squeezed his hand tightly and nodded. "I demanded the demons to kill him and to leave and to never hurt anyone ever again." A hardened expression appeared on her face. "There wasn't much left of Valentine once they got done with him."

Stiles slowly nodded, a lump in his throat. He doesn't like the thought of brutally murdering someone, but the son of a bitch had it coming. A thought then entered his mind and he looked his sister in the eyes. "What about your... our... mom?"

The redhead sucked in a huge breath before sobbing, laying her head on his shoulder. "She's dead. Valentine had killed her at least two days before he found us. She..." she choked on her words and sobbed louder. Izzy reached forward and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, hoping to give the redhead some comfort. Clary reached toward her shoulder with one of her hands, laying it gently over Izzy's, taking in a few deep breaths before leaning away from Stiles and looking him in the eyes. "She was... she had been brutally stabbed at least five times. He didn't hold back on her so I'm glad I didn't hold back on him."

Stiles nodded as the words processed through his head, before he pulled his sister into a tight hug, ignoring the pain flaring through his abdomen with the movement.

"Are you okay?" A familiar voice asked from the food way, making the sibling duo — a long with the other Shadowhunters — turn to glare at the intruder. "Oh... sorry." In stepped Scott, tears in his brown eyes.

Stiles closed his eyes tightly and threw his head back, groaning. Of course he is here. "Yeah... I was fine until you walked in."

Scott flinched at the harsh words aimed at him. "Stiles..."

"I get it! You know my name!" Stiles shouted and winced when pain flared up his chest. "Gods! How many times are going to say my name?!" He then breathed in deeply through his nose, calming himself, clutching to Clary's hand as Alec's was now on his shoulder. "What do you want, Scott?"

Scott wiped away the tears that escaped his puppy dog eyes. "I... we... we were all scared, we thought you died. And you're okay." He cringed at how stupid he sounds. "I just... I want to apologize for how we parted ways, and—"

"Parted ways?" Stiles scoffed and sat up fully with the help of Clary and Alec. "You kicked me out of the pack after my dad died, Scott! You guys made me feel like an outsider ever since... ever since the Nogitsune was expelled from my body. You think I didn't hear you guys whispering about me, about how you all were waiting for me to snap so you had an excuse to not put up with me? Do you really think I didn't see how when we were at pack meetings, no one would be close to me? You think—" he scoffed again and shook his head, his messy hair flopping in his eyes. Alec reached over and gently moved the strands of hair out of his eyes. Stiles gave him a soft smile before going back to glaring at Scott, his ex best friend. "My dad died, Scott. And then you kicked me out of the pack, the last thing I had left, the last thing I was holding onto for dear life."

Stiles felt his chest tightening as he remembered how he was after being brought back from the Nogitsune, after realizing he killed Allison and Aiden, and countless others. He remembers that hd had clung to his father, trying to bring back some normal into his life, but no, he had to be taken from him too. It doesn't help now that he knew Noah wasn't his biological father, and that it was just some sort of assignment to the older man who Stiles loved more than himself. And he remembers how his last hope was the McCall pack, his friends, but they turned their back to him.

"I loved you guys like family... you were my family. But—" he inhaled deeply. "You all clearly didn't care about me as much as I cared about you. And that's why I am leaving this town and never coming back."

Scott sputtered, "Stiles, wha— no, you — no, I—"

"If you haven't gotten the memo, I don't trust you anymore, Scott. Actually I could give less shifts about you and your pack of misfits. You all turned your backs on me the moment I needed you guys the most, and didn't even seem worried about me until after you learned that I had moved on and made a new family... a new pack. So, screw your. Screw your stupid puppy eyes. And screw your pack. The people who care about me... even Jace... are by my bedside at the moment. I don't need you. I never needed you. So, once I'm healed enough, I'm packing up my shit, selling the house, and getting the hell out of this town. Buh-bye, now!"

Isabelle smirked and nudged Scott out of the room, closing the door in his face, and locking it.

The group turned to stare at Stiles with wide eyes before Jace smirked. "I think I get why everyone likes you now."

Stiles chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Thank yo— wait, was that your way of saying that you care for me now?"

Jace narrowed his eyes. "No."

Everyone laughed at that.

Everything felt normal now. Valentine is dead and everyone is alive.

All is good in the world.