Save Them All: Stiles Stilinski's Rebirth

Yahari Ore no Seishun Love Comedy wa Machigatteiru (My Teen Romantic Comedy went wrong…As expected)

"But my car is here" Allison is arguing with her dad on the other dad but I can hear his frantic voice screaming that he needs to come get her right now.

"Allison, just do what he says" She obliges and tells him my address as she promises to be ready when they get here.

"Is everything alright?" Lydia speaks up

"Family drama" Allison says, but we both know that something must have happened for Chris to lose his cool, "It looks like I can't take you home, Stiles will have to. You don't mind right?"

"Not at all"

It doesn't take even two minutes as the crunch of tires on our drive lets me know someone is here, but having to play dumb. I wait until the doorbell rings. Bolting to the door I open it to find the scowling senior hunter standing there. He stinks…. He reeks of wolfsbane.

"Hey Mr Argent… come on in"

"No, that's fine. I'm just here to pick up my daughter," His whole body language is screaming stressed and angry, but then again he normally is. Rarely have I seen the man ever relexad.

"Stiles!" There's tension in his shoulders and the smell of anxiety and fear rolling of him

"Yeah?"

"Grab some clothes for the both of us, enough for a week. I'll need all my spare uniforms, turn the GPS in your phone off, don't you dare call Scott. Leave you macbook behind. You have ten minutes then you're driving us out of here in your Jeep"

"Dad. I think"

"Go, now!" He shouts with manic authority.

"Dad, I'm going. It's just… what about her?" I point to Lydia whose standing ever so close to me. That it's strange he didn't even notice.

Grabbing his wits about him he greets, "And you are…. Lydia martin, Natalie's daughter?"

"Yes sheriff."

"Okay, that's good. I'll call your mom later. For now you are coming with us"

"I'll grab the clothes, while you grab some necessary supplies" I relay orders. I'm used to having to be on constant red alert, my old life was pretty crazy. As a field agent, I've been trained to expect danger. .

My body moves almost instinctively as I'm already upstairs throwing clothes into a bag. Breaking my piggy bank and lifting a floor board taking out all of my cash reserves. Finished with my tasks I bound down stairs, where I find dad laying down on the sidewalk with a mirror, checking the underside of my Jeep like he's expecting something to be there.

Lydia comes up behind me, Struggling to hold up the bags she's carrying. I take it from her with relative ease as she questions what the hell my dad is doing on the floor. I just shake my head not willing to answer the question, because we both know the answer and don't want it to be true.

Since I can only think of a few things that gets added to the underside of cars, I breath deeply as I approach. Other than the scents of Scott, and I don't pick up on anything else. That doesn't stop me from using a spell to scan to make sure. I find nothing that way either, atleast I can relax that nothing will be happening to Roscoe.

"Okay it looks clean," Dad says as he gets to his feet wiping off any sud that's creeped onto his uniform.

"Do you know where the long term care facility that's near the hospital is?"

"Yeah… Why?"

"Good then I don't need to explain. Get in. You can drive us, right?"

"Sure dad.... But why the bags?" I dump them in the back as I get his blank poker face in

return. It seems like he's not going to tell me.

"Just drive Stiles. Just drive."

So….

I do