Fox On The Run
Fox On The Run
Fox On The Run
Summary
He doesn’t like to think that they are intentionally excluding him and didn’t want him around,
but as the days passed after he found them all hanging out in Scott’s room, he couldn’t help
but notice how they don’t sit next to him during class, and walk the other way when he walks
towards them. Hell, even at lunch they all go to a secluded part of the school, one Stiles’s
didn’t even know they had access to.
After a painful confrontation leaves Stiles heartbroken, he decides the best thing to do is to
leave them alone and try to finish his senior year. But he doesn’t think that there are still
dangers out there. Dangers that are targeting him. Without people in his corner, he is severely
outnumbered and outmatched.
Notes
Warning!! This has very graphic descriptions of violence, disturbing imagery, and neglect.
This story also doesn’t follow canon almost at all, and some of the characters are most likely
going to be OOC, even Stiles himself.
This beginning part is based on my own experience with a friend of mine, and even though
it's been years I’m still bitter (jk). But don’t let people treat you like trash, you deserve better
honey.
Also potential Sterek but idk just yet lol. I also aged up the characters so the beginning of
their Junior year is when Scott was a bit, and Derek left at the beginning of their Senior year.
Just so the timeline doesn’t get confusing for new people (I hate that they were sophomores
and looked like they were seniors so aging them up is my version of how the events went).
Also, the Sheriff found out about werewolves around the same time Derek left because I
don’t want to write about Stiles keeping it from his dad. It's too much work. Also, Derek is
closer to their age than in the show because I said so.
It’s been an entire month.
He’s not surprised that he never sent a text, having ADHD his time perception is horrendous.
And even before the werewolves he could go days without sending a text, either caught up in
some project or game leaving the outside world to move on while he just goes about his days
in a foggy haze.
But Scott was always there to reel him back in. Scott understood that there were periods
when Stiles’s mind would drift somewhere else, and he would always be there when that
happened. Either going to Stiles’s house and asking to hang out if he didn’t hear from Stiles
for a few days, or even being extra glued to him during school and sending out several texts
reminding Stiles of homework or projects that needed to get done.
He always apologized to Scott whenever this happened. Feeling immense guilt that he
couldn’t keep track of himself sometimes, that Scott always had to hold his hand during those
periods just because Stiles’s brain was too messed up to keep track of simple tasks.
Scott would always wave him off though with his bright smile, and eyes crinkled in mirth
saying that this is what best friends do, this is what brothers do . Looking after each other, it
was basic kindness and there was no skin off of his back.
Now as Stiles sits on his bed staring blankly at his cell phone he racks his brain for the last
time he even talked to Scott. Remember they had a brief interaction after school one day but
that was weeks ago. And it was Scott telling Stiles that he needed to cancel their weekly
game night because he promised to help Allison with her homework.
It's been weeks, and an entire month since he last interacted with his best friend, and Stiles
doesn't know how to deal with that fact.
He tried to think logically, it was close to the end of their senior year. Final exams were
around the corner and Scott was probably just busy with studying, but he knows that was
bullshit. Scott never takes time to study. His grades even before getting bit were low and it
was usually Stiles’s that dragged him to the library to get him to memorize some of the
material.
But he refuses to think that Scott would intentionally not text him, he… just can’t. He was
Stiles’s best friend, his brother . Scott was too good, too kind, to do something he knew
would hurt Stiles's feelings.
So he didn’t dwell too long on that train of thought, he refused to dwell on it . So he quickly
texted him asking if he wanted to get together Saturday for a movie night and get fat off of
snack foods and sugary drinks just like they used to.
After sending off the text, he turned to his computer and loaded up his homework. Finishing
at least two pages of his essay he picked up his phone again to check if Scott had replied.
Nothing.
“That’s fine,” Stiles thought, turning off his cell phone quickly and placing it back next to
him, “ It's kinda late and school is tomorrow so he probably is asleep.”
Stiles breathed roughly through his nose, exhaling slowly, and turned back to his essay. But
as the moments passed as he typed on his computer he couldn’t help but keep glancing at his
phone. Hoping to see it light up with a text from Scott. But it never came.
Hours went by, it was late now and Stiles finished the essay and the rest of his math
homework, as the time passed with no text from Scott more and more Stiles panicked.
Stiles tried to calm his breathing, tried to re-organize his thoughts but the more and more he
focused on something else he couldn’t help but think that something happened to Scott. He
got killed by the newest monster that wandered into town, shot by hunters, or even worse
kidnapped and tortured.
He knows he is being ridiculous. But that’s what his mind does, jumps to the worst possible
scenario, which isn’t too ridiculous since… you know… all of those things are possible
considering Scott’s current affliction.
So Stiles did the next best course of action and called Scott’s phone. He waited and waited as
the call rang out leading to voicemail and tried again. He called three times, before saying
fuck it, grabbing his keys and wallet and making his way out the door. His dad is working the
late shift again so he isn’t too worried about telling him where he is going. Besides he doesn’t
remember the last time he talked to his dad either, but he doesn’t linger on that thought and
speed-walks down the street to the McCall household. It was late at this point, but Stiles
didn’t care as he climbed up the tree outside Scott’s window and peered inside looking for
any sign of his friend.