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“Baby boy....” he mutters before he looks over at the other. He does get tired and honestly he’s been pushing himself. Amos had been going hard since he crawled out of the ground little over a year ago. He wanted his throne, his crown, his home back. He hadn’t stopped to appreciate what he had, he was impatient, and while he loved his wolves, he loved Jackson... he was driven. Every moment spent planning, watching.

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You know what I based this on. Hearteyes. 

Stiles had gone to the one adult that night, that he could still trust. Despite everything, or maybe because of it, Melissa McCall was an angel stranded on earth, and after crying himself sick for a whole night, he stands in front of her door the next morning. 

“I cant do it anymore. “ He says, and she hugs him, and for a moment he thinks that things might be alright. They talk for a long time. Never does she ask what really happened, or doubt any of his words, although he never tells her the reason for the fight. He is too afraid of more rejection. She tells him that she will look after his father, and that Scott has dug his own grave. She doesn't try to defend her son, but doesn’t curse him for it either. She knows Scott has his reasons, no matter how idiotic they might seem to others. Deep down she knows she raised a good boy. 

Then she tells him to leave. Because he wants it, he has said so inbetween, and when he asks why, she shrugs, and says that she will be there when he comes back. She would have been more concerned, but by now she knows Stiles can take care of himself, and he doesn’t want her to make his decisions, he just wanted someone who didn’t push him away right away. 

And, she thinks, as he sees him leave, looking determined and like his world ended at the same, all he really wanted from her was that she looked after his Dad. 

It’s seven in the morning when Stiles finally arrives in front of Jackson’s apartment. The trip had taken too long, he had not slept at all during it, and fought a panic attack every few minutes. None of that had been fun. And he cant even really say what he is doing here, besides the fact that Jackson has been a constant in his life since they were five, and that all other people he knows outside of Beacon Hills are not in the know, or somewhere in the depths of South America.