Laughs were echoing through the Stilinski house. The team definitely didn't regret taking Noah up on his offer to eat there. They also got so see baby pictures of Stiles. The man had blushed a deep red and buried his face in JJ's shoulder who hugged him with a laugh.

They also all insisted on getting a tour of the house -which was code for 'seeing Stiles' old room'- while the chicken cooked. So the dark haired agent showed them around, saving his room for last.

It looked that exact same as he'd left it. His murder board was still there along with the pictures of him and his family, or his former friends. Stiles paused at one photo, sadness flowing through his whole being.

It was a picture of him and Allison that Noah had taken. It was a little before the whole Nogitsune drama had begun. When the brunette was still alive and happy. The shot was that teenagers both looking at each other and laughing happily.

"Hey, I've got to do something real quick." The man informed his team, not elaborating more. "Just stay here with my dad. I'll be back in 15 minutes tops."

The man left no room to argue as he grabbed his black coat and speedily exited the house. He got into one of the SUVs they'd rented and drove to a well known destination. He took the same path he had on his last night in Beacon Hills after getting out of the car.

Stiles soon reached the willow tree, tears threatening to fall from his eyes are he gazed at the tombstone.

Allison Argent
1994-2013
Beloved daughter, friend and warrior
'Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes'

"Hi Allison."

He felt a hand on his shoulder, turning his head to find Spencer Reid standing there. Though he asked his friends to stay back, Stiles knew that they'd choose at least one of them would follow him and he couldn't be more glad that it was Spencer.

Spencer was his best friend. They understood each other, both being the youngest and slightly awkward. They were usually picked on for their much-above-average-intelligence. Though with the team it was always jokingly and a sign of affection, others could be quite hurting.

One thing no one in the pack had known about Stiles was that he was extremely intelligent. Even more then Lydia. Nobody ever questioned Stiles if he skipped a class or two because his GPA was well enough and he aced all of his AP classes as well as the college classes he took on the side. There were only two people who knew: Derek Hale and Allison Argent.

Spencer didn't say anything, only pulling his friend into a side hug. Stiles just placed his head on his friend's shoulder. The two men stood there for about five minutes. "I miss her."

Spencer -who was taller then the other doctor- leaned his head onto Stiles'. "I know."

"Do you think she'd be proud of me?"

"Yeah. We're all proud of you, you know that right?"

"Even after Texas?"

"Even after Texas." Spencer disconnected himself from his friend. "We love you and we'll never leave you."

"Flaws and all?"

"Flaws and all." The two men stood in front of the grave a little longer. Spencer placed his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "We should head back. But could you maybe tell me about her? About Allison?"

Stiles smiled at his best friend. That's one of the things he loved about Spencer. He was always willing to help the people he cared about. "I'd love that." He then turned back to the grave, kissing his two fingers before placing them onto the stone like he had almost nine years prior. "I love you Allison."

Both men started heading back towards their SUVs, Spencer throwing his arm over his fellow agent's shoulders as they walked off.

The slight breeze blew through her hair.

The girl let a small smile light up her face was she watched the two men walk away from the grave.

Stiles had changed so much. He used to be the funny, awkward and sarcastic boy who always tried to make a situation lighter but was fiercely protective of his friends. He used to be pale and lanky and she still remembered his buzz-cut phase.

Though a lot of those traits were still the same, Stiles Stilinski was no longer the boy who ran with wolves. He was a man who had made it in life. He had tanned and gained muscle.
She hadn't been able to stop the smile from lightening her face when she caught a glimpse of the sliver wedding band on the man's finger.

Stiles had definitely grown handsome -though she had always found him handsome.
The late teenager was so glad that he'd found his people. He'd found a wife and probably had a child. She hoped that Spencer and his other friends would take care of her best friend, her brother.

The girl had been beyond furious when she found out that the pack had thrown him out.
Though he was supposed to be righteous and just, the power of the True Alpha had corrupted Scott. He chose to trust Theo, just a random old classmate that came back to town over his best friend. The one who had always been there for him even though he had more then enough problems of his own to deal with.

"I love you too Stiles." Allison Argent whispered into the wind hoping he would hear her. "I'm so proud of you."

And she faded into the wind.

A/N: I cried during the last part there. I don't know why but I just wanted that small 'ghost Allison' part.
I hope you all liked this chapter.