Stiles walked downstairs quietly the next morning with his pillow tucked under his arm into the dining room where his dad was eating, and sighed as he spoke.

"Dad? I hate what you're doing, but I love you." He walked over to him, wrapping his arms around him, and letting the tears spill. "I'm gonna miss you so much; please don't make me go."

He felt his dad wrap his arms around his back and start stroking his spiked hair while hearing him choke up.

"I'm gonna miss you too, Mieczyslaw. But this is gonna help people like your mom get a second chance. Okay?"

Stiles nodded, breaking out of the hug and wiping his eyes.

"I'm not leaving willingly till Scott gets here."

Stiles received a nod in response, as he managed to eat a small breakfast which was just a banana before Janson showed up with the papers. Something about him ticked the teen off, whether that be his rat face or the fact he was ruining his life with every passing second. After ten minutes, the final paper was signed and Janson turned to him, looking him in the eyes.

"Time to go, Mieczyslaw."

"Not until my friend gets here." Stiles stomped his foot and crossed his arms, almost dropping his pillow which the security that was with Janson took to the shuttle bus shortly after. His father was about to comment on his behavior, but lo and behold, Rat Man came to his rescue by looking at his watch.

"We can allow five more minutes, but after that we have to leave."

Stiles nodded, quickly sending a text to Scott, telling him that he was gonna be forced to leave in five minutes, and that his father would most likely let him off with a ticket, but if he didn't make it in time, that he wished him the best, sorry he had been such a bad friend before, and to just try and be happy some of the time. Five minutes passed however, and there wasn't a trace of the green motorcycle or the True Alpha.

"Let's go." Janson sighed, and motioned for him to follow.

However, Stiles was stubborn as a mule, and would fight no matter what. "Not until he gets here! Dad, do something!" He begged, praying he would come through.

"Hang on, he needs to say goodbye his best friend. Please." The sheriff begged, but it was no use, as Janson had a perfectly legal and reasonable reason.

"I have six other kids I have to pick up. We can't waste time cause someone is late."

Stiles was stubborn, and always had been. But he was also smart, and he knew when he was gonna lose a fight. It was inevitable he would be able to stall Rat Man much longer, so instead, he hugged his dad again, whimpering like a child.

"Dad... you're gonna be all alone?" He looked into his eyes, and just like his, they were filled with tears and he watched his father run a hand through his hair.

"I'll be fine, kiddo. I promise." He insisted, squeezing him as tight as possible.

"I love you." Stiles chocked out as the hug was broken off. "Goodbye."

"Time to go." Janson insisted, and instead of fighting, or stalling, he just walked out the door that was shut behind him and to the shuttle bus, spouting over and over that he hated the older man and that he ruined his life, but he wasn't taking any of it.

"Be quiet, brat."

Stiles started walking up the steps of the bus, when he heard a motorcycle revving faster then he had heard in a long time. He peeked his head out the door to see his best friend speeding towards them.

"SCOTT!!!!" He screamed to signal him, jumping off the three steps to get to him, but received a smack to the face and a tight grip on his arm from Janson, who yelled.

"I said be quiet!"

Stiles wasn't even fazed as he started to pull away from the older man's grip, but his security moved in front of him to keep him from escaping, which only made him struggle more as he tried to plead with the two large men in front of him, watching Scott ditch the bike and just bolt towards them.

"Just let me say goodbye. He's like my brother! Please!" He pleaded as Scott started to push past the security guards.

"I really don't wanna do this, Mieczyslaw." Janson sighed, bringing a syringe with what was most likely a sedative in it. "So get in the shuttle, and I won't have to."

Stiles continued to struggle and try to break free from the hold, which resulted in Janson using the sedative and one of the guards carrying him inside, with the other guard protecting Janson.

"Get the hell away from him!" Scott snarled, not even worried about revealing himself in order to save his friends.

"Nice to meet you too, Scott." Janson smirked as he walked in, closing the door to it before it started to drive away from the Stilinski residence.

Scott started to run as fast as possible to catch up with the shuttle, but even though he was a werewolf, he still got tired, and eventually he collapsed to the ground, watching the shuttle with his best friend disappear around the corner, howling in frustration and grief.

Stiles was gone.