Stiles wakes up in a panic. His whole body shaking, sweat dripping from his forehead and his mouth painfully dry. His heart is beating rapidly and he's gasping for breath. He looks at his phone, only to see that it was 2.04am and sighs. He gets up from his bed and makes it before entering the front room to see his assistant, Amelia, sitting at the kitchen table on her laptop.
"What are you still doing here? It's two in the morning, go home." Stiles said, walking over to the cupboard, pulling out a box of pop tarts.
"As you can see I'm still doing work. I figured I'd be working late so I decided it would be better for me to just stay here instead." She replied, her eyes still fixed on her laptop.
Stiles nodded, put two pop tarts in the toaster and put the box back in the cupboard. He grabbed a glass from the sink and filled it with water, downing the whole glass within seconds. The ding of the toaster startled him and he dropped his glass, smashing everywhere as it impacted the floor.
"Fuck!" Stiles shouted. He grabbed the dustpan and brush from under the sink and started sweeping up the shards, carefully walking around making sure not to cut himself.
"You were screaming you know. Just before you woke. You seemed terrified." Amelia looked away from her computer and up towards Stiles, her eyes filled with sympathy.
"You don't need to fully concern yourself. It's not the first time it's happened. When I was in school, back at home, it started happening. But I dealt with it then and I can deal with it now." He swept the rest of the glass up and put it in the bin, grabbed a plate and started eating his pop tarts.
"It's that film. That damn film! I told you not to do it Stiles, I told you it was too much. But you didn't listen and now look at you. You wake up in the middle of the night screaming, gasping for breathe and unable to go back to sleep. Even familiar noises make you jump Stiles. I'm worried. You need help."
"That's why you've stayed a lot recently isn't it? To check up on me, make sure I'm sleeping well and if I'm not sleeping making sure I'm at least alive and partly sane. Listen Amelia, there were things that happened when I lived at home. Things that you could never imagine and this film i-it brought up some of the those things, things that I wish I had forgotten. It's taken some thought but I've decided that I need to go back home and be around the people that helped me through it before. I've not been myself recently and I know that. I need to sort this out as soon as possible so I'm leaving tomorrow - uh today. Soon, actually."
Amelia had a small tear in her eye, wiping it away as she got up and walked over to Stiles, embracing him tightly. "I have seen you through some pretty shit times, trying to cope with the fame and the publicity but this - it's the worse I've ever seen you and it scares me. You're such a happy, sarcastic idiot who would be taking the piss out the fact I'm nearly crying which means you're not yourself. You hide your pain really well Stiles but sometimes you need people to see that you're struggling and the way you talk about your friends back home tells me that going back is the best thing for you."
They stood there for a moment, hugging tightly until Amelia pulled away. "Anyway, I've got work to do, making up some idiotic story about which exotic destination you're heading off too. I took the liberty of already packing your things, including most of your casual clothes, toiletries and - oh, there's a rucksack full of sweets too."
Stiles headed towards the guest bedroom, smiling to himself as he went. "You know me too well. What would I do without you?"
"You would probably get swallowed up by the celebrity lifestyle. The Aston's tank is full and don't worry about being noticed, just drive through from the wealthier side of the town that you told me about and people will think you're just rich. Try to stay out of sight the first couple of weeks, it'll do you good to not be surrounded by cameras for once."
Stiles laughed to himself. Amelia really deserves a pay rise for all the crap she has to out up with.
It was nearly 6am by the time Stiles got into Beacon Hills. The town was practically deserted, apart from a couple of dog walkers and people on their morning runs. He slowed down as he drove up to the Police Station, searching for his dads car which as per usual was sitting in the same space it always had. He drove into the car park and parked next to his dads car, the thought of putting his car to shame hadn't occurred until he was there. He stepped out and walked towards the doors, prepping himself for an encounter he didn't know the nature of. The receptionist looked up at him as he walked through the door, their mouth gaping open at the sight of him.
"Hi, is my dad - uh the sheriff around?" He asked, smiling.
The receptionist said nothing, merely nodded and pointed towards the door that lead to his dads office. Stiles gave a smile of thanks and proceeded into the next room where only a few deputies were at their desks, none of them paying the slightest attention of his presence. He proceeded to his dads office, stopping when he was outside, his stomach flipping. He knocked on the door and entered, standing at the doorway waiting for his dad to look up.
"Oh I'm sorry. Are you busy? Should I come back later?" Stiles asked, smiling.
His dad froze and looked up. He jumped out of his seat and ran over to Stiles, grabbing him and pulling him into a tight hug.
"Jesus dad, I've been in LA, not six feet under." He let go and looked at his dad who was smiling brightly.
"You know, a visit a couple times a year would have been nice. Hollywood keeping you too busy or were you avoiding Beacon Hills all together?"
"Bit of both I guess. Was nice to get away from werewolf drama for a bit."
"There hasn't actually been any supernatural stuff go on for a couple of weeks, it's a nice break. Not that I'm not happy to see you, but why are you here?"
Stiles looked to the floor and sat down. He breathed in deeply, trying to prepare himself. "Uh - so, you know the last time we spoke I told you about this new horror I was working on. Well I worked on it and um..."
"Yeah, um, well it was quite dark. Which I didn't have a problem with, I knew what I was getting myself into of course but once we started filming it there were some things that reminded me of the past. It was fine at first, I had no problem with anything but then it got darker and it was too relatable."
"Possession. I started getting night terrors again, about the Nogitsune. I started remembering stuff I thought I had forgotten. I haven't been sleeping at all really. My assistant, Amelia, was getting worried and we both agreed that I needed to take some time out, come back home."
The sheriff sat down next to Stiles, resting his hand on his shoulder. "How long has it been going on?"
Stiles lifted his head up and looked at his dad. "Couple of months."
"You gonna tell the others?"
"Not yet. I'll see how I go first, I don't want to worry them because, well, you know."
"They're going to smell the fear on you. Even if they don't they'll guess soon enough so best to tell them Stiles. I appreciate you telling me, although you didn't really have a choice considering I would've found out tonight."
"Yeah...I apologise in advance about that."
"You're my son Stiles. I supported you through it then and I'll support you through it now." He patted Stiles' shoulder, smiling at him reassuringly. "So, want to hear about what's happened since you've been away?"
"Hell yeah. But not in massive paragraphs, I'm too tired to digest that much information."
"Um - right, lets see. Erica and Boyd are engaged or are getting engaged. I don't know, it's either happened or gonna happen. Lydia is doing a Life Sciences degree at Brown but don't mention where she's studying, she's still bitter about not getting into Harvard and Yale. Isaac took over coach Finctock's place at the school and Derek - I haven't actually seen for a while so I don't know."
"Why did Isaac take over coach? Where did he go?"
"Some guy called Greenberg started at the school and coach left the day after, said he had enough of him."
"Makes sense. He always hated Greenberg." Stiles paused for a few seconds. "Wait, where's Derek again?"
"Nobody knows. He left a few months ago and no one has seen or heard from him since."
"I would say that's weird but it's Derek, being mysterious and broody is his nature. Anyway, I'll go and let you work. Meet you for dinner later?"
"Yeah, that would be great. I'll meet you at home."
Stiles got out of his seat, hugging his dad tightly. "I missed you dad."
"I missed you too son. Now go home and at least try to get some sleep, you look like crap."
Stiles laughed as he walked towards the door. "Always tell it how it is dad." He walked out of his dads office and through the set of doors, the receptionist still gaping at him. He smiled as he walked past and exited the station, breathing a sigh of relief as he was walking to his car. He pulled out his phone to see that it was 6.53am and sighed at the thought of enduring an entire day of being so tired. He sat in his car and thought of where to go next. The thought of going to his dads and attempting to sleep made Stiles shiver.
He sat there just staring out of the window for a while when the vibrating of his phone caught his attention. It was a message from Scott.
Not so scary werewolf - just now
Hey. Haven't spoken to you in a while. Just checking in to see how that new film is going along. Hope to see you soon bud. :)
Stiles smiled to himself, a sudden urge to see Scott overwhelmed him. The message had just been sent so knocking on Scott's door wouldn't startle anyone. He started up his engine and drove out of the car park and through the town, which has become a lot busier since an hour ago. He had only ever been in Scott's house once, which was just before his and Allison's wedding a couple of years ago. He pulled up outside and sat there for a minute, taking in the subtle changes since the last time he had memorised it.
He got out of his car and practically hopped to the front door with excitement. He rang the door bell and waited, bouncing around as he did. He heard voices coming from inside the house and eventually someone approached the door and began to open it. Allison was standing in front of him, her face fresh from sleep, her eyes wide and her mouth grinning largely. She grabbed Stiles' shoulder and pulled him into a tight hug, which was uncomfortable around his stomach. He let go of her and looked down to see it largely protrude.
"What the fuck? Are you pregnant?" Stiles asked, his eyes wide with shock.
"SCOTT!" Allison shouted. "COME DOWN HERE NOW!"
He heard footsteps running down the stairs but his attention was completely focused on Allison's large stomach. Scott ran to the door and froze, looking at Stiles the way Stiles was looking at Allison's stomach.
"Stiles? Oh my god what the fuck!" Scott grabbed Stiles and hugged him tightly, swaying him from side to side. Scott let go and Allison grabbed him again.
"What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were working on a film?" Allison asked, finally letting him go.
"No, first of all you's need to explain to me how the hell I didn't know about this!" Stiles replied, giving Scott a questioning look.
"Dude, I was going to tell you. The last time we spoke we only just found out and you know there's always a chance of miscarriage in the first three months so I didn't bother saying anything and we haven't spoken since. That's why I just texted you, so we could talk and I could tell you. It wasn't news you can just text to someone."
"I'm gonna ignore the fact that you didn't bother calling me again because I'm super happy right now. I always knew I was going to be a fun uncle one day." Stiles started grinning at the thought.
"Scott you go get dressed, Stiles is keeping me company. Come on in, I'm making you breakfast." Allison said, leading Stiles into the house.
"No, I'll be the one making you breakfast. You rest your feet."
Stiles walked over to the kitchen whilst Allison sat at the breakfast bar. He rummaged around the cupboards, getting out some plates and cutlery, finding bread along the way and putting it in the toaster. He went to the fridge and grabbed some eggs and bacon and began to cook them.
"So, why are you back?"
"I just finished making that film you was on about. I'm quite exhausted, I haven't taken a break in a while so I thought it would be good to come back and see everyone." Stiles continued cooking the breakfast, occasionally looking at Allison.
"How long are you staying for?"
"To be honest I haven't thought about it. I'll leave whenever I feel like it I guess, which at first I knew was gonna be a few months but learning about your situation I'm definitely staying longer." The toaster dinged and Stiles buttered it and put it onto the plate, following the eggs and bacon. Hey put the three plates onto the breakfast bar. "HEY ASSHOLE, YOUR FOOD IS HERE!"
"I don't want to be rude but Stiles you look like crap. Have you been sleeping recently?" Allison asked, digging into her food quickly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I've just stayed up late the past few nights, working and stuff."
Scott ran down the stairs and slid into the kitchen, quickly shovelling down his food and putting his shoes on. "I'm sorry I can't stay for longer, I've got work. I'll come see you later okay?"
"Yeah dude that's fine. I'm taking out my dad out to dinner later so I'll text you."
"Alright dude, see you later." He clapped Stiles over the shoulder then ran over to Allison, kissing her on the cheek quickly. "Love you." He ran out the door and shut it loudly behind him.
"I'm really glad you're back Stiles. We haven't seen you properly for about what - five years?"
"Yeah I know. I'm sorry I haven't been back sooner I've just been kept on my feet for so long. But anyway, let's stop talking about me and get to the fact that you're carrying a little Allison Scott hybrid."
Alison laughed, eating the last of her food. "You make it seem so disgusting!"
"Well a life is growing inside your stomach which you will then have to physically push outside of yourself, I mean overall it's pretty disgusting."
Allison got up, put their plates in the sink and walked over to the sofa. She put her arm onto the sofa, supporting herself as she slowly began sitting down. "I'm about seven months pregnant. I'm on maternity leave from work already because my feet keep swelling up and stuff. Um - oh, we're having a little girl. Scott and dad are really excited."
Stiles walked over to the sofa and sat down, joining her. "I'm gonna buy her so much shit."
"Stiles, you really don't have to."
"I have more money than I know what to do with. I'm going to spoil my niece. I need to prepare for the role of fun uncle."
"You're an idiot Stiles." Allison punched Stiles and turned on the TV. Unexposed, one of Stiles' first films was playing on the TV.
"I'm constantly surrounded by myself. I can't escape."
"Disadvantages of being an actor I'm afraid."
They both sat there, talking and laughing. After a while they put on Silence of the Lambs but Stiles could feel himself drifting to sleep. He decided not to fight the urge as he felt safe in Allison's presence.
Stiles ran down the corridor of the school and out through the doors. He was stopped short by the Nogitsune in his original form, surrounded by the Oni. He turned around, only to find that the Oni had moved positions. He turned back around to see himself standing there, but it was a paler version of himself.
"You can't escape me Stiles. You can't escape what we did." He said, walking closer to Stiles.
"I didn't do anything. You did it. All of it." He replied, taking a step back.
Stiles ran through the gap between the Oni and continued running, not looking back. He ran back into the school and through to the locker room, closing the door behind him. He turned around to find the Nogitsune standing with his arms crossed, looking unimpressed but amused.
"You can't escape from me Stiles. I'm a thousand years old, you think I wouldn't have thought you were going to run from me. Give me more credit than that." He walked up to Stiles and put his hand onto Stiles' shoulder.
Stiles pushed his hand off quickly and with force. "Don't you dare touch me! Don't you fucking touch me!"
The Nogitsune pinned him up against the wall with so much force he thought he could feel the pain. "Look at that. Look at what we did."
Stiles turned his head to see Allison, Scott, Kira and Isaac fighting the Oni. Allison fired an arrow at one of the Oni which lodged itself in its stomach, yellow light glowing around it. The Oni dropped its sword and within seconds evaporated into black smoke. Stiles could see another Oni approaching Allison from behind, who was just beginning to turn around. The sword pierced all the way through her body, her face quickly turning from happiness caused by her previous action and into pain.
"Look at that Stiles. Look at the destruction. Isn't it just beautiful." The Nogitsune began laughing, letting go of Stiles.
Stiles slid down the wall and onto the floor, tears falling from his eyes and down his face. He looked up to see the scene in front of him had disappeared, the Nogitsune bending down in front of him. He grabbed Stiles' neck and began squeezing hard.
"You think you can just sit there and treat me like that. There are consequences Stiles. Who should I kill next? Scott? Lydia? Derek?"
Stiles' eyes widened, his cheeks boiling with anger.
"Derek huh? I wouldn't have put money on you being queer." The Nogitsune laughed and let Stiles go, waiting for a response.
Stiles gasped, getting his breath back. He rubbed his throat, partly for protection and the other part trying to feel the bruise. "I - I'm not gay."
The Oni appeared from the shadows, their swords pointing at Stiles. The Nogitsune smiled and laughed as the Oni were getting closer towards him. He could feel his pulse beginning to quicken, his breath becoming quicker. He started shaking, tears rolling from his eyes again until all he could see was darkness.
"Stiles? STILES!" Allison shouted, shaking Stiles awake.
Stiles eyes jolted open. His heartbeat was rapid and he was out of breath, sweat dripping down his face. He looked at Allison who had her bow in hand, looking at Stiles with intense concern. His whole body was shaking as he tried to sit up. Allison sat down next to him, resting her hand on his shoulder as he tried to get his breathing under control.
"What the hell happened Stiles? I went upstairs, I left you for two minutes and you started screaming. I thought someone was attacking you!"
"Night terrors." His voice was shaky. "Um, I keep getting night terrors again, about - uh, the Nogitsune. About what he did and what I did."
"Stiles, none of that was your fault. You had no control. There was no way you could have fought him."
"I - I saw you get stabbed again. Even though I wasn't there, he was. I saw everything he saw. Felt everything he did even when we were separated. I can't deal with it anymore Allison, I just can't deal with it. It hurts too much."
Stiles started sobbing and Allison pulled him in tightly, letting his tears dampen her shoulder. They just sat there in silence, Stiles crying on Allison's shoulder who was gently rubbing his back. After a while Stiles pulled away, wiping his sticky, wet face with the sleeve of his jumper.
"Stiles, we can sort this out. We will deal with it, one thing at a time. I promise you I will do whatever I can to make it stop."
"You can't tell the others. Please. Not yet. I'll tell them when I'm ready."
"That's why you came back, isn't it?"
"I couldn't deal with it alone in LA, I just couldn't."
The door bell rang and Allison tried to get up. Stiles shook his head and ran to the door, slowly opening it. A tall man with dark hair, dark jeans and a leather jacket stood at the foot of the door. He lifted his head up to reveal his face.