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Step by Step, We'll Get There	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author's note: Many, many apologies for the extreme lateness of this chapter. It wasn't my intention to leave you hanging for this long. I'm studying for my exams and well, I'm going to be honest: all that studying has sapped most of my motivation to work on my fics. Again sorry for the delay and I hope you won't find this chapter too horrible!
Warning: Drama. See second AN for an additional warning (as it would spoil the chapter somewhat, I've decided to put this particular warning at the end)
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 33
"You didn't have to help, you know," Stiles remarked, carefully placing his laptop between a couple of layers of clothes in his duffle bag. The charger ended up next to it together with his phone's charger.
Erica snorted, dropping the last five books in a books and taping that one shut. "Oh, please, it's not like this is such a hardship. I have a day off and this way Derek is less antsy about you doing the rest of the packing."
"Again, just pregnant, not an invalid," he muttered darkly, zipping the bag close.
She sighed, straightening up. "Just humour him a bit, okay? With all that shit that's been going, his protective instincts are going haywire at the moment."
"Not only his instincts." He looked pointedly at the three boxes with his books; the ones she'd snatched out of his hands before directing him to the stuff on his desk.
She rolled her eyes, replying dismissively, "Pack helps each other. By the way, normally people would be happy if they didn't have to carry the heavy stuff."
"I might not be as muscled as Derek or Boyd, but I am capable of carrying three boxes with books," he said dryly.
Picking two boxes up at once, she grinned at him and bumped his shoulder on the way to the door. "I'm sure you are, Batman. But I'm still helping you out. You're my good deed of the month!"
"I feel so honoured," he muttered sarcastically, but grinned when he heard her responding laughter on the staircase.
Looking around his now empty room – save for a couple of other boxes and his duffle bag – a strange feeling of being lost fell over him. He'd spent nineteen years in this room – or well, close to nineteen anyway – and it was weird to realise that after today he wouldn't spend the night here anymore. That starting today he would call another place his home.
No more checking dad's breakfast like a hawk to make sure that he wasn't eating anything too salty or too greasy; no more hearing him arrive late at night and pretending to be asleep when he would check on him … He knew he wasn't moving that far away, not even out of town, and that dad definitely wouldn't mind him stopping by whenever he wanted – well, unless it was to check on the fridge, then dad probably would protest his visits – but it still felt weird.
Man, expecting a baby, moving in with his boyfriend – he was really turning into a full-fledged adult now.
"Hey, you got everything packed?" Dad appeared in the doorway, eyeing the bare walls and the stripped bed. He was starting his shift later today, so he could help Stiles move into Derek's place – well, their place now, the fox shifter supposed.
"Yep, even checked underneath the bed," Stiles confirmed. "Everything's packed normally."
"If not, I know where to find you," Dad smiled and stepped inside to make way for Erica who was humming something non-sensical while picking up another set of boxes.
"Yeah," Stiles sighed, rubbing the right side of his stomach for a moment when the baby kicked. It still felt a bit strange to feel her moving inside of him, but he was slowly growing used to the fluttering motions and didn't startle every time anymore when she moved.
"Hey." Dad stepped forwards, drawing him into a one armed hug. "You know you can always visit me, right? It's not because you're moving out that we won't see each other anymore."
"I know," Stiles muttered and scratched the bridge of his nose. "It just feels weird, you know? Starting from today, I'll be falling asleep with Derek next me instead of waiting for you to come home and I don't know – it's just weird."
"I want to live with Derek!" he hastily added when dad opened his mouth, presumably to reassure him he could still change his mind. "Believe me, I do! But it feels strange at the same time, you know?"
"Yeah." Dad was quiet for a bit, visibly trying to order his thoughts. "I felt the same way when your mom and I officially started living together. Suddenly we had this whole house to ourselves, we became responsible for everything, we didn't have to mind other family members anymore … It was exhilarating, but scary at first." He breathed out slowly and then smiled, squeezing Stiles' shoulder. "But you get used to it very quickly, trust me."
"All right, I guess I'll believe you." He would find out soon whether dad was right anyways. "But don't think me living somewhere else means you can eat all the greasy shit you want."
Dad rolled his eyes and huffed. "Of course not; why ever would I think that? You'd probably try bugging this house if you believe I'm eating too greasy."
"Don't give me any ideas," Stiles warned him, but grinned.
They both turned around when Derek leant inside the room with a questioning look. "You ready to go? Boyd's already driving the van to our place."
Stiles glanced at dad before he nodded and picked up his duffle bag. "Yeah, I'm ready.."
One more look at his old bedroom – which looked rather alien now with its walls stripped of his posters and only the bed with a bare mattress on it remaining – and then he followed the two other men downstairs.
Ready to start the next new chapter of his life.
"Mom's wondering when you're throwing a housewarming party," Cora remarked, accepting her three scoops of ice cream – one chocolate, one strawberry and one banana – with a slight nod. She shifted her shopping bags further towards her elbow to make sure she wouldn't spill any ice cream on them.
Accepting his own four chocolate scoops – he was eating for two here and the baby insisted on chocolate, okay – Stiles snorted. "Why would we do that? Isn't that something you usually do if you buy a completely new home? I moved in with Derek; it's not like we bought a new place."
The shop bell rang cheerfully when she pushed open the door and they both squinted when the sunlight hit them right in their eyes.
"Do I look like I know anything about this type of stuff?" she retorted unimpressed. "I'm just the messenger here; ask mom about it. Pretty sure it's just her excuse to get the whole family together again."
"Your whole family wouldn't even fit at our place," he muttered, shoving a big spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. The instant cold shock had him blinking several times, shivering, before he got used to it. It did help combat the warm weather, though.
"Our family," she corrected him instantly and his cheeks pinked slightly, as they did every time one of the Hales corrected him to include him into the family. "Mom would probably offer to have the party at our home."
"Does your dad even get a say in any of this?"
"Nope. He's learnt long ago to just let mom decide everything. Makes life much easier for us all overall."
"Well, I'll mention it to Derek," he decided, figuring he'd let the older man deal with his mother's questions. He wouldn't mind a party, but it wasn't as if he was absolutely jumping in excitement for one either.
Looking at the other shops, he asked, "You need to check another store or so? Or are you finished?"
Cora's final year at high school was quickly coming to an end and in order to distract herself from her nerves – although why she would be nervous about her marks was something Stiles didn't really get, considering everyone in the Hale family were very smart – she'd decided to do some shopping for the ball and for the graduation party the Hales would throw afterwards.
With her car due for a check-up and Stiles close to driving himself crazy about his own impending doom – aka getting his marks – it had been decided he would accompany her during her shopping trip. It offered them both the distraction they desperately needed and it wasn't as if Stiles had any trouble accompanying a girl during her shopping spree. At least Cora wasn't as bad – nor as picky, though he would never tell Lydia that – as Lydia, so this shopping spree wouldn't end up with him bemoaning the fate of his poor, throbbing feet.
Thank god for small mercies.
"No, I'm finished. I got everything I need," she replied.
"Should I drop you off at your house then?"
"We can drop off my bags there and then I can come with you to your place," she said lightly. "It's been a while since I last got the chance to bug my brother."
He cast her a suspicious look. "Just to bug your brother?" he asked sceptically and kept staring at her until she looked away, both chagrined and embarrassed.
"Look, I know you're not a fan of this," she started and he snorted.
"That's putting it mildly. Yeah, you could say I'm not a fan of being shadowed wherever I go," he said sarcastically. He should have realised there was a hidden motive to him accompanying Cora.
Pursing her lips, she abruptly pulled him to the side, into the shadow of a bakery and out of the way of the other people. "Uncle Peter told us to make sure you're never alone, okay?" she said in a low voice; her eyes both defiant and apologetic at the same time. "You don't have that much experience with him yet, but I can tell you this: for him to have given us this particular order, means that whoever was chasing you last week is someone we need to worry about. Uncle Peter doesn't just give these orders at the drop of a hat. We all know that whenever he specifically demands something of us, it means that he's worried about whichever case he's handling."
Stiles grimaced, his stomach dropping. True, he wasn't that close to Peter, but he didn't come across like a person who'd worry easily. Otherwise he wouldn't have been made a Left Hand. If Peter really was that worried that he'd given the entire Hale family the order to not leave Stiles on his own … Was this person then more dangerous than either of them suspected?
"I'm not saying this to freak you out, all right?" Cora said hushed; her eyebrows drawn together. "But you deserve to know why we'd rather not have you be alone right now. I know it's not fun, but …"
"It beats the alternative," he sighed, looking down at the last two half melted scoops of ice cream. "Fine, if that weirdo freaks out even Peter, I guess I can put up being shadowed by the Hale family. I suppose it'll at least put my dad at ease that I won't be alone for however long that guy's out there." He heaved another sigh, a louder one this time.
Would the bullshit never end? First Theo, now this fucking guy … What was their problem with him? Why couldn't they just leave him alone?
"Uncle Peter's handling it, so this will all be over soon," she spoke confidently.
"Let's hope so. It'd be great if people would finally stop bothering me," he muttered and shoved another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. "Come on, let's go. With a bit of luck, the shadows haven't shifted yet and my jeep isn't yet roasting in the sun right now."
"You know, Derek wouldn't mind helping you get a car with some decent air conditioning," she remarked casually, finishing her ice cream and throwing the crumpled wad in a bin on their way to the parking lot.
"My jeep's perfectly fine, I don't need a new car," he insisted.
What did the entire Hale family have against his precious Roscoe? Even Derek had been hinting he wouldn't mind buying him a car. His jeep was perfectly fine, there was no need to –
His jeep wasn't in its spot anymore.
"The hell?" He came to an abrupt halt and Cora stopped surprised. "I parked right here, didn't I?" he asked flabbergasted, looking around the parking lot in search for the baby blue jeep. Were the pregnancy hormones messing with his memory now?
She frowned, looking around as well. "Yeah, of course you parked here. Your jeep is hard to miss."
"But it's not here anymore." Coldness, which had nothing to do with the ice cream he'd just eaten, seeped into his body as he realised that Roscoe wasn't here anymore.
No matter how hard he looked, how long he looked around – his jeep wasn't here anymore.
Someone had stolen his jeep.
"Someone fucking stole my jeep," he said faintly; his voice sounding off even to his own ears.
He thought he'd be furious, but he was entirely numb, not even registering how the remainder of his ice cream splattered apart on the tarmac when the cup slipped from between his limp fingers.
"Someone actually stole my jeep," he repeated, the realisation not really fully hitting him yet.
This had to be a joke, right? There was no way someone would actually steal Roscoe. Out of all the cars present in the parking lot – why the hell would someone try to steal an old jeep? There was a brand-new Jaguar parked right next Roscoe's! Jaguar versus old, battered Jeep – shouldn't the choice have been obvious?!
"Stiles, don't lose it right now, okay?" Cora spoke warningly, digging her phone out of her pocket. Her flushed cheeks sharply contrasted her otherwise pale face.
He didn't even twitch when she reached into his back pocket and shoved his own phone against his chest. "Call your dad and tell him your jeep got stolen. I'm going to call my brother to pick us up, okay?" She eyed him warily, clearly not trusting him to not lose his shit.
"Yeah, sure," he mumbled, feeling like his mind was entirely disconnected from his body. Like he was just surveying the situation from afar instead of living through it.
He fumbled with his phone, his fingers trembling too much to cooperate at first. He had to stop and take a deep breath before his fingers were steady enough to finally select his dad's number.
"Hey son," Dad greeted him warmly. "How's your first week been at - "
"Dad, someone stole Roscoe," Stiles interrupted him; ringing filling his ears, drowning out all other sounds. A lump blocking his throat, he chocked out, "Someone stole mom's car."
"I'm sure they'll find Roscoe," Scott had told him, ever the optimistic, before he had to leave for his shift at Deaton's practice. "Everyone knows how your jeep looks like, so whoever stole it will have a difficult time hiding it."
The rational part of Stiles knew his best friend was right: the jeep being his was as well known in Beacon Hills as him being the Sheriff's kid. If anyone tried to hide the jeep or tried to pretend it was theirs, other people would know right away they were lying.
But knowing that, didn't make him feel better nor did it dissolve the huge block of misery which had settled in the pit of his stomach the moment he fully realised that his jeep was gone. It didn't make him stop wondering whether he had accidentally forgotten to lock his car when he and Cora had stepped out, didn't make him stop questioning whether he shouldn't have gone for the underground parking lot after all, even though he didn't like parking there because Roscoe always had a hard time driving back up again.
He just didn't understand why anyone would want to steel his jeep. He wasn't blind; while he might defend his precious car heatedly every time someone suggested it was nothing more than scrap held together with tape, he also acknowledged that Roscoe was way past her prime time, had already been considered rather old by the time mom had bought it.
If one wanted to steal a car, wasn't it more logical to go for a more expensive one? Or at the very least one which didn't look like it had smashed repeatedly into a wall before being repaired over and over again? Who would even be stupid to steal a well known car? Roscoe wasn't just any Beacon Hills resident's car – it was his jeep, the jeep of the Sheriff's kid. Everyone knew that.
So why be stupid enough to steal a car you knew belonged to someone who was family of the Sheriff?
"Brooding won't do you anything good, but give you a headache," Derek told him, sitting down next to him and placing two steaming mugs of tea on the coffee table in front of them.
Cora had left a little over half an hour ago, having been picked up by Laura. She'd stayed with Stiles the entire time, from when dad and Parrish had shown up to check the scene, all up to sitting with him on the couch, rambling on and on about all the gossip she'd picked up in her classes in an attempt to distract Stiles from what had happened.
He appreciated her trying to distract him, but as long as he didn't know what had happened to his jeep, he wouldn't be able to relax or even think about something else.
"It's all I can do, seeing as dad took away the radio scanner," he said bitterly, shifting a bit when the baby unexpectedly kicked his right side.
He had thought the precinct hadn't realised they were missing a scanner, but as it turned out, dad had known all along that Stiles had taken it. He'd let him have it for all those years because he'd realised Stiles had mainly used it to ascertain that his dad was okay, but with his jeep stolen now, dad had insisted on taking the scanner with him, not wanting Stiles to obsessively listen to it the entire day.
He wouldn't have listened 'obsessively' to it! Who was obsessed, not him! He would have just occasionally checked it, what was wrong with that?
"Whoever took your jeep won't get far away with it," Derek reassured him, resting his arm around his shoulders and pulling him gently towards his side. "Not with all the available deputies looking for it."
Stiles tightened his lips, snatching a handful of Derek's dark green T-shirt. Any other moment he would have felt guilty about having all the deputies – at least the ones not yet assigned to a case or a call – looking for his jeep, but now it was the only thing which managed to settle his panic a bit, knowing that his dad's men and women would do everything to retrieve his jeep. Most of them had seen him grow up, had known how eager he'd been to finally get his license so he could drive his mom's car. They knew how much Roscoe meant to him.
Whoever had stolen his jeep wouldn't get away with it easily.
He knew all that, yet he couldn't stop himself from checking his phone every five minutes, anxiously awaiting the moment dad would call him with news.
"This fucking sucks," he mumbled, hiding his face in Derek's shoulder. He inhaled deeply; the Beta's scent mildly soothing him. "As if it isn't enough some weirdo was chasing me, now someone stole my car too. What the hell is wrong with everyone?"
"I don't know, Stiles," Derek murmured and he felt lips pressing a soft kiss against his temple. "I really don't know."
Yeah, he didn't know either.
He must have nodded off, because the loud ringtone of his phone startled him all of a sudden, making him yelp and almost fall off the couch if it hadn't been for Derek's quick reflexes. He quickly grabbed Stiles around his chest and hauled him back up, making his breath leave him in a whoosh.
"Thanks for that," he said faintly, patting Derek's thigh, before snatching his phone from the table. His heart started beating quicker when he saw that dad was calling him. Did he have news?
Mouth suddenly dry, he accepted the call and asked in a small voice, "Dad, you found Roscoe?"
There were voices discussing something in the background, one which sounded like Parrish, and for a little while dad didn't say anything, making Stiles think the older man had accidentally called him and wasn't even aware of it.
He tried again. "Dad? You have any news?"
"Stiles, we found the Jeep," Dad said.
Relief and excitement were already pulling apart the block of misery, making him feel lighter, when dad's odd tone registered. Tensing up, feeling Derek shift to sit close next to him, he asked apprehensively, "Dad, what's wrong? Did that asshole crash my car?"
If that son of a bitch had totalled his jeep, he would fucking sue him for all that he was worth!
"No, he didn't crash the jeep, but Stiles," Dad paused again, sounding incredibly uncomfortable when he went on, "Your jeep has now become evidence. You won't be able to drive it for a while."
"Evidence of what? Roscoe was just stolen, can't you drive her back?" he questioned warily. Did they still have to lift fingerprints or so?
"Son, the kid who stole your car …" Dad hesitated, but Stiles' impatient noise spurred him on. Gravely, he said, "Someone shot him from behind when he was driving your jeep. He's dead."
What.
AN2: Additional warning: mentioned character death.
So we left the dark part behind us for a while, but starting from now on, we're inching into another dark part of the story (the last one, I swear!). Just thought I'd give you a head's up. Shit's about to go down once more (it's the end stage; can't have things be too quiet for the end stage).
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me!
I hope to see you all back in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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