Where was he?

Where was he?

Where was he?

He was supposed to be here half an hour ago, and one thing to know about Stiles is that he's never late, and if he is, he's fashionably late. But that rarely happens, and by rarely I mean once in like 220000 blue moons. So that isn't the answer here, so where could he be.

Could the Scree have potentially grabbed him? No no, that wouldn't have happened, Stiles is strong enough to take one of them on by himself.

What if the one wasn't alone? If it wasn't alone then they could've ambushed him, and he hasn't used his magic in so long that he's definitely rusty at it. They could've kidnapped him in order to lure the rest of us out of our hiding places, or for Dick, out of the shadows.

There's no way that anyone else would show up for Stiles getting kidnapped by an alien, so I guess that Since I'm the only one that cares about him who knows about this, it's my responsibility to find him and bring him home. Unless he's messing with me, then he definitely won't be coming back him after I'm done with him. He'll be six feet under the ground when I'm done.

It's bad enough that The Blood Alliance's worst enemy is somehow back from the dead, but now Stiles isn't answering his phone, and I'm freaking out!

This should've been handled back when we finished it, and now, yet another thing is coming back from the past to bite us in the ass. Guess it's just the luck of the Blood Alliance.

But it shouldn't be, and now I have absolutely no one left to turn to that I can tell about this.

The only other person that Stiles and I have contact with from the Alliance is Dick, but he's in San Francisco.

Wait a second

That's in California.

Stiles wouldn't want me to call him though, and there doesn't need to be a reunion, even if it's just the three of us. And he probably wouldn't even want to come back, because I definitely wouldn't tell him everything. I'd probably just tell him that I needed help with Stiles and then the conversation would be pretty much over with.

Stiles is the one with the plans. If the roles were reversed, he already would've found a way to fix all of this, and I would've been back on my couch before anyone even realized I was gone.

He was much better under this kind of stress than I ever was, and that's probably a good thing because I have no. Idea how to find him.

Because what do I do if I have absolutely no idea where he is? Do I just calm down and wait for him to get here, or do I go out there because he probably got attacked by another Scree?

Definitely should go out and look for him. He would do the same for me, and the only difference would be that he would've been gone already instead of standing here panicking while I could've been in trouble.

"Alright Stiles I'm coming."

I grabbed my keys off of the table and opened the door, but as soon as I did, there was a force choking me to the point of dark spots covering my vision.

"You should've seen this coming a mile away, why are you off?" The force let me down, and I gasped deep breaths of air before looking up to assess my attacker.

"Stefan?"

.....

"What are you doing here?! You very clearly stated that you were done with everything Blood Alliance relayed before running back to Mystic Falls."

He sighed and gestured with his hands for me to let him in, which I begrudgingly did so.

"There was a large amount of dark power coming from this place, something too familiar. And before you ask, no it's not the nemeton, and before you ask again, yes I know about the nemeton."

This was completely insane. Had he sensed Stiles's magic or was it the Scree?

I looked back up to see his face three shades paler than his usually pale vampire complexion.

"Wh-what did you just say?"

Oh crap had I been talking out loud?

He nodded and moved to the couch to sit down.

"How do you know that they're back?" He asked very quietly, but assertively at the same time.

"Stiles got confronted by one in the woods." His head shot up faster than his vampire reflexes as he stood up panicked.

"Did you call everyone? I doubt you two would be able to handle it alone."

And there it is, there's the Stefan that I've grown to hate over the decades. The Stefan that we've all grown to hate over the decades.

"You know what Stefan, why don't you just go back to Mystic Balls and leave us alone. We can handle it."

"It's Mystic Falls dumbass, and no, it took all of us last time, and we barely made it out alive. There's no way I'm leaving you to do this alone."

See, now he could be nice when he wanted to be. It's just very rare that this ever happens.

I crossed my arms and straight up glared at him to get my point across that we didn't need him, but by his clear motivation to stay, it's obvious that he won't be leaving anytime soon.

"Now where's Stiles? Doesn't he live here too?"

He grabbed my phone to try and call him but I grabbed it away from him and put it back in my pocket.

"Stiles is missing, I was about to go out and look for him when you showed up and almost choked the life out of me."

He ran out the door so fast that I struggled to keep up.

"Where was he last? Never mind I'll find him." He then sped off, leaving me in the dust."

Why was I always the one left out of everything!?