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Stilinski Residence & Beyond | Yep, Still That Same Night
After proving to his father that he was alive and well (and getting plenty of Stilinski hugs) and making sure that Jack was safely out of town, Stiles changed into something that wasn't his lacrosse uniform and flopped down on his bed. His phone would ring every few minutes but Stiles didn't get up to answer. He knew it was Scott, and that was the last person he wanted to deal with right now. He needed a goddamn break from this whole werewolf thing.
When a knock came on the door Stiles grumbled and told his father that he was fine, hoping he'd leave it at that so Stiles could sleep. The knocking didn't stop, however, and eventually Stiles got up to pull his bedroom door open.
Needless to say the last person he expected to be there was Lydia Martin. Yet there she was, wearing the same outfit she had worn to the game and looking like she had been crying for hours.
Stiles really couldn't believe Lydia was in his house, pretty much in his room. He was staring, he knew that, but he couldn't believe it. Maybe he should get beat up more often if this is what he'd get afterward.
"Hi," Lydia said, sounding croaky and tired. Stiles presumed it was from the crying. "Your father let me in."
"He did? Of course he did." Stiles' love for Lydia was legendary, so of course the Sheriff would do anything he could to help Stiles out in that department.
"What happened to your face?" Lydia asked, frowning.
Ah. So she wasn't here because she heard about that. Slightly disappointing, but Stiles wasn't really surprised. Why should she care about him being missing? "It's nothing. Don't worry about it, I'm fine. Do you want to come in?"
She nodded and Stiles moved to let her in, shutting the door behind him. Aside from Heather, no girl had ever been in his room before and he was now extremely aware of the dorky anime snowboarder painted on his wall. "How're you doing?"
"T-They won't let me see him," Lydia said, her face scrunching up like she was trying to hold back tears. "I'm supposed to give him something--he kept asking for it back..."
Lydia burst into tears and sat down on the edge of Stiles' bed. Stiles fought off the part of himself that was hurt because of course she was here about Jackson. Of course she was. He was stupid to think anything else. So, so, stupid. The king of stupid. He grabbed a roll of toilet paper from the bathroom and handed it to Lydia, who looked like she was wondering why she picked Stiles of all people to come to. Stiles just sat down next to her on the bed and gave her an apologetic smile. "Sorry, it's all I have..."
"That's fine. God, I'm such a mess." Stiles' phone beeped again and apparently Lydia had picked it up while Stiles was in the bathroom because she was holding it up towards his face. "You have seventeen missed messages from Scott."
"I know," Stiles answered.
"You ignoring him?"
"No, not really." He wasn't. He wasn't answering calls from anybody at the moment. He had been beaten to hell and back by a man who was supposed to protect humans, scared his father to death and he knew when he got back to Fandom he was going to be hovered over by quite possibly several people. Right now he wanted to be alone.
Lydia got up from the bed and wandered over to Stiles' messy desk. She rifled through the junk for a moment before picking up a gold bracelet from the pile. "Why do you have women's jewelry?"
"Oh! Uh, nothing!" Stiles got up from the bed like he could stop Lydia from seeing everything, but realized that his spastic reply told Lydia that he was lying. "It's just some stuff I bought...you know, for your birthday."
Lydia pressed her lips together like she was trying not to laugh. "For me?"
"Yeah, it's just---I kinda didn't know what to get you so I just bought you like a bunch of stuff," Stiles said. "Like a lot of stuff. I was gonna return anything I didn't give you."
Lydia looked slightly weirded out, but she was smiling. She pointed her thumb to a box behind her. "A flatscreen TV?"
Stiles rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah that I'm definitely returning."
The phone in Lydia's hand chirped again and Stiles wasn't even bothered by the fact that she was reading his messages. She frowned when she read the incoming text and held the phone up to Stiles. "You're gonna want to read this."
Stiles took the phone out of Lydia's hand and read Scott's text. He didn't know what he expected to read, but he definitely didn't expect it to say that Jackson was alive and moving and still very much the kanima. Stiles looked up at Lydia, wondering what the hell she could possibly think of all this. "How much do you know about this stuff?"
"Pieces," Lydia said. "Half of it is like a dream."
"Yeah, well, guess what?" Stiles said, letting bitterness seep into his voice. "The other half is a freaking nightmare."
Lydia shook her head. "I don't care, I have to help him."
That was it. That was freaking it. He did not lie and sacrifice and put himself in danger to keep the people he cared about safe just to have them go off and try to kill themselves anyway. Stiles usually had a tight hold over his emotions, never letting anyone see anything he didn't want them to see, but all of that went out the window after Lydia spoke.
"See, that's the problem, you don't care about getting hurt! But you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated. And if you die, I'll literally go out of my freaking mind," Stiles said, meaning every word. "You see, death doesn't happen to you, Lydia. It happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people standing around at your funeral, trying to figure out how they're gonna live their lives without you in it!"
Stiles knew he was ranting, but he didn't care. He needed to make Lydia understand why she couldn't do this to him, why nobody could do this to him. He barely survived his mother's death, he still hurt from it, and he couldn't lose anybody again. It was why he had been eager to kill Jackson as soon as he became a threat to Scott and Allison, it was why he ran out onto the lacrosse field to face down Peter Hale after he attacked Lydia and it was why he wouldn't tell Derek what would happen to his sister even though he'd hate him for it. If he saw a way to keep the few people he cared about safe, he'd take it.
"Look at my face!" Stiles said, pointing to where his face was bruised the most and letting her know what happened to humans like them when they got involved in all this. "Do you actually think this was meant to hurt me?"
He finally took a deep breath and realized from the look on Lydia's face that he had gone too far. She looked downright afraid of him, a reaction nobody should have when it came to Stiles.
"I'm--I'm so sorry," Stiles said, taking a step back from her. He slumped his shoulders, falling back into the awkward teenager stance that most people were used to seeing from him.
"It's okay. I'll find him myself," Lydia said, turning to leave.
"Hey, Lydia, wait!" Stiles moved to stop her, but held back when he heard her footsteps going down the stairs. There was no stopping Lydia when she set her mind to do something and Stiles thought going after her after he had freaked her out would be a mistake. So he let her go and sat back down at his desk, once again feeling useless.
Stiles' father came in a few minutes later in an attempt to ask about Lydia (Stiles had to explain she was in love with someone else) and to congratulate him on how well he did at the lacrosse game, but soon got the hint that Stiles wanted to be alone. Stiles was extremely grateful for that. He wanted to lay around and mope and was even considering going back to Fandom right away because he didn't want to be in the same vicinity as Lydia or Scott or anyone else responsible for making him feel like he was at the moment. But, no, he couldn't leave until he knew all this stuff with Jackson had been figured out.
With this in mind he was quick to answer his phone when it rang, even if he didn't recognize the number. "Hello?"
"Hello, Stiles." Well that voice sounded horribly familiar. "It's good to hear your voice again."
"Peter." Oh yes, one of Scott's voicemails explained that whole situation. Well it didn't really explain it, Scott just said that Peter was somehow alive. After everything he had seen in Fandom...well, zombie ex-alpha wasn't very surprising.
"Oh so you haven't forgotten me," Peter said wryly. "I'm touched."
"I could never forget you," Stiles asked. "And before you ask, not a compliment. What do you want?"
"So many things, but I'm afraid I'm in a rush so I will start with the most pressing issue," Peter said. "I need you get Lydia Martin and bring her to the warehouse district."
Stiles frowned, clenching his hands into fists. "What do you want with Lydia?"
"Oh I have no need for Lydia myself anymore, but Jackson needs her," Peter said. "In fact I think Lydia's the only person that can save him now."
"You think?" Stiles asked.
"It's an untested theory, I know, but it's the only plan on the table that doesn't end with Jackson getting ripped to shreds by Derek and Scott."
"What makes you think I care if Jackson dies?" Stiles asked. "I wanted to kill him all along."
"I have no doubt that you'd feel no guilt about killing him. It's what I like about you, Stiles." That wasn't creepy at all, really. "But imagine how Lydia would feel. She loves him, you know."
"I know." It hurt to acknowledge that, but Stiles knew. "It's just dangerous. I don't want her hurt."
"She won't be," Peter assured him. "You'll be there, ready to throw yourself into danger for her. It'd be romantic if she felt anything for you."
Stiles gritted his teeth together. "You're an asshole."
"I know." Why did he sound proud of that? "Warehouse district, the Camaro will be out front and you should let yourself in 'cause I get the feeling we'll be busy. Always a pleasure, Stiles. I'll keep in touch."
There was a click when Peter hung up and Stiles barely resisted the urge to throw his phone against the wall. He wanted to ignore Peter and let Jackson die, but he knew if it got back to Lydia (and Peter would have it get back to her, no doubt) she would never forgive him for it. So with a sick feeling in his stomach, Stiles found Lydia's name in his contacts and called her.
"Lydia? It's Stiles...you were right, we have to find Jackson..."
The trip to the warehouse district had Stiles apologizing profusely for freaking Lydia out earlier and explaining the werewolf and kanima thing more fully. She took it pretty well, leaving Stiles to wonder why they had kept it from her in the first place. As they approached the warehouse, Stiles noticed that not only was the Camaro parked in front of it, but so were a few Argent vehicles. Well that wasn't good. Peter did say to let himself in...
A horrible idea came into Stiles' head. "Hold on, Lydia."
Stiles slammed his foot on the gas and headed straight for the side of the warehouse, praying that his baby could get through this in one piece. Lydia shrieked when she realized what Stiles was doing and screamed again when he drove the jeep right through the wall. He swerved to avoid hitting Derek and then jerked the wheel again to hit the kanima full on. Or hit Jackson full on. Same thing, really.
Stiles had closed his eyes on impact, but he could hear Lydia's breathing so he knew she was fine, thankfully. He cracked an eye open and looked at her. "Did I get him?"
A hissing noise answered his question. Stiles didn't want to say he shrieked but...yeah, he shrieked. The kanima was all up in his business, you would shriek too.
Lydia exited the jeep and Stiles followed behind her, running back behind Scott before the kanima could chase after him. He wasn't exactly sure what he had walked (drove) into, but Scott, Allison and her father were grouped together while Derek and Isaac were off to the side, the both of them looking rough. Stiles had the feeling Peter was lurking around somewhere. A quick glance behind him showed that Gerard Argent was lying in a pool of black liquid, looking like he was dead or close to it. Good, he deserved it, the asshole.
Lydia hadn't ran behind Scott like Stiles did, instead turning back to face the kanima with a determined look on her face. "Jackson!"
Jackson, in full on kanima form, slithered closer to Lydia, tilting his head to the side like he could understand her. Lydia pulled a key out of her pocket and held it up to show him. Stiles made a move to stand between the two of them but Scott pushed him back.
Apparently the key meant something because Jackson eyed it, slowly turning back to something that looked mostly like his human form. Lydia was shaking but held her ground as Jackson reached out with a clawed hand and took the key from her hand. He backed away from her slowly, turning to nod at Derek with a sad look on his face. Derek took that as his cue to stab Jackson in the stomach with a clawed hand and Peter came out of his hiding spot to help finish the job.
Lydia ran up to take Jackson in her arms, both whispering that they still loved each other. It made Stiles feel awkward and guilty. This was something he shouldn't be watching, and he sure as hell shouldn't be feeling jealous right now. But he was. He only snapped out of it when Jackson went limp in Lydia's arms and she started sobbing.
Allison's voice suddenly broke the silence among everyone else. "Where's Gerard?"
Stiles turned and sure enough, there was a pile of black goo where Gerard was previously lying. Well that was fucking great.
"He can't be far," Chris said.
Lydia let go of Jackson and stood up, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. She turned away from Jackson's body and Stiles moved to go comfort her (and god help you if you tried to stop him this time, McCall) but stopped in his tracks when he saw that Jackson...well, his hand was moving.
The sound of movement made Lydia turn around again and she, like everyone else in the warehouse, were staring at Jackson, unsure of what was going on. It was hard to ignore that Jackson was butt ass naked as he stood up but it was nothing Stiles hadn't seen before. Jackson tilted his head back and howled, showing off a brand new pair of bright blue eyes.
Stiles shoulders slumped. Hell, he had turned into a werewolf. It felt like a punch to the gut when Lydia threw herself into Jackson's arms and it was worse when Stiles looked down and saw Scott taking Allison's hand. And he was just standing there, completely alone, looking like he got the shit beat out of him. Because he had gotten the shit beat out of him. For no reason, apparently.
He quickly wiped his eyes on his sleeve when Scott turned to look back at him. "He scratched my jeep."
When it was clear that the danger had passed, Stiles was the first to make an exit. He didn't say goodbye to anybody and he didn't offer Lydia and Jackson a ride even though they both needed one. They could be a happy couple and walk home together for all he cared. His jeep had more than a scratch, it had a full on dent, but he wasn't going to fix it until he got back to Fandom, and he'd be going back as soon as he could. At this point he didn't care if he ever went back to Beacon Hills again.
[And I'm finally done this season \o/ Majority of this taken from Teen Wolf 2x12 "Master Plan"]
When a knock came on the door Stiles grumbled and told his father that he was fine, hoping he'd leave it at that so Stiles could sleep. The knocking didn't stop, however, and eventually Stiles got up to pull his bedroom door open.
Needless to say the last person he expected to be there was Lydia Martin. Yet there she was, wearing the same outfit she had worn to the game and looking like she had been crying for hours.
Stiles really couldn't believe Lydia was in his house, pretty much in his room. He was staring, he knew that, but he couldn't believe it. Maybe he should get beat up more often if this is what he'd get afterward.
"Hi," Lydia said, sounding croaky and tired. Stiles presumed it was from the crying. "Your father let me in."
"He did? Of course he did." Stiles' love for Lydia was legendary, so of course the Sheriff would do anything he could to help Stiles out in that department.
"What happened to your face?" Lydia asked, frowning.
Ah. So she wasn't here because she heard about that. Slightly disappointing, but Stiles wasn't really surprised. Why should she care about him being missing? "It's nothing. Don't worry about it, I'm fine. Do you want to come in?"
She nodded and Stiles moved to let her in, shutting the door behind him. Aside from Heather, no girl had ever been in his room before and he was now extremely aware of the dorky anime snowboarder painted on his wall. "How're you doing?"
"T-They won't let me see him," Lydia said, her face scrunching up like she was trying to hold back tears. "I'm supposed to give him something--he kept asking for it back..."
Lydia burst into tears and sat down on the edge of Stiles' bed. Stiles fought off the part of himself that was hurt because of course she was here about Jackson. Of course she was. He was stupid to think anything else. So, so, stupid. The king of stupid. He grabbed a roll of toilet paper from the bathroom and handed it to Lydia, who looked like she was wondering why she picked Stiles of all people to come to. Stiles just sat down next to her on the bed and gave her an apologetic smile. "Sorry, it's all I have..."
"That's fine. God, I'm such a mess." Stiles' phone beeped again and apparently Lydia had picked it up while Stiles was in the bathroom because she was holding it up towards his face. "You have seventeen missed messages from Scott."
"I know," Stiles answered.
"You ignoring him?"
"No, not really." He wasn't. He wasn't answering calls from anybody at the moment. He had been beaten to hell and back by a man who was supposed to protect humans, scared his father to death and he knew when he got back to Fandom he was going to be hovered over by quite possibly several people. Right now he wanted to be alone.
Lydia got up from the bed and wandered over to Stiles' messy desk. She rifled through the junk for a moment before picking up a gold bracelet from the pile. "Why do you have women's jewelry?"
"Oh! Uh, nothing!" Stiles got up from the bed like he could stop Lydia from seeing everything, but realized that his spastic reply told Lydia that he was lying. "It's just some stuff I bought...you know, for your birthday."
Lydia pressed her lips together like she was trying not to laugh. "For me?"
"Yeah, it's just---I kinda didn't know what to get you so I just bought you like a bunch of stuff," Stiles said. "Like a lot of stuff. I was gonna return anything I didn't give you."
Lydia looked slightly weirded out, but she was smiling. She pointed her thumb to a box behind her. "A flatscreen TV?"
Stiles rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah that I'm definitely returning."
The phone in Lydia's hand chirped again and Stiles wasn't even bothered by the fact that she was reading his messages. She frowned when she read the incoming text and held the phone up to Stiles. "You're gonna want to read this."
Stiles took the phone out of Lydia's hand and read Scott's text. He didn't know what he expected to read, but he definitely didn't expect it to say that Jackson was alive and moving and still very much the kanima. Stiles looked up at Lydia, wondering what the hell she could possibly think of all this. "How much do you know about this stuff?"
"Pieces," Lydia said. "Half of it is like a dream."
"Yeah, well, guess what?" Stiles said, letting bitterness seep into his voice. "The other half is a freaking nightmare."
Lydia shook her head. "I don't care, I have to help him."
That was it. That was freaking it. He did not lie and sacrifice and put himself in danger to keep the people he cared about safe just to have them go off and try to kill themselves anyway. Stiles usually had a tight hold over his emotions, never letting anyone see anything he didn't want them to see, but all of that went out the window after Lydia spoke.
"See, that's the problem, you don't care about getting hurt! But you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated. And if you die, I'll literally go out of my freaking mind," Stiles said, meaning every word. "You see, death doesn't happen to you, Lydia. It happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people standing around at your funeral, trying to figure out how they're gonna live their lives without you in it!"
Stiles knew he was ranting, but he didn't care. He needed to make Lydia understand why she couldn't do this to him, why nobody could do this to him. He barely survived his mother's death, he still hurt from it, and he couldn't lose anybody again. It was why he had been eager to kill Jackson as soon as he became a threat to Scott and Allison, it was why he ran out onto the lacrosse field to face down Peter Hale after he attacked Lydia and it was why he wouldn't tell Derek what would happen to his sister even though he'd hate him for it. If he saw a way to keep the few people he cared about safe, he'd take it.
"Look at my face!" Stiles said, pointing to where his face was bruised the most and letting her know what happened to humans like them when they got involved in all this. "Do you actually think this was meant to hurt me?"
He finally took a deep breath and realized from the look on Lydia's face that he had gone too far. She looked downright afraid of him, a reaction nobody should have when it came to Stiles.
"I'm--I'm so sorry," Stiles said, taking a step back from her. He slumped his shoulders, falling back into the awkward teenager stance that most people were used to seeing from him.
"It's okay. I'll find him myself," Lydia said, turning to leave.
"Hey, Lydia, wait!" Stiles moved to stop her, but held back when he heard her footsteps going down the stairs. There was no stopping Lydia when she set her mind to do something and Stiles thought going after her after he had freaked her out would be a mistake. So he let her go and sat back down at his desk, once again feeling useless.
Stiles' father came in a few minutes later in an attempt to ask about Lydia (Stiles had to explain she was in love with someone else) and to congratulate him on how well he did at the lacrosse game, but soon got the hint that Stiles wanted to be alone. Stiles was extremely grateful for that. He wanted to lay around and mope and was even considering going back to Fandom right away because he didn't want to be in the same vicinity as Lydia or Scott or anyone else responsible for making him feel like he was at the moment. But, no, he couldn't leave until he knew all this stuff with Jackson had been figured out.
With this in mind he was quick to answer his phone when it rang, even if he didn't recognize the number. "Hello?"
"Hello, Stiles." Well that voice sounded horribly familiar. "It's good to hear your voice again."
"Peter." Oh yes, one of Scott's voicemails explained that whole situation. Well it didn't really explain it, Scott just said that Peter was somehow alive. After everything he had seen in Fandom...well, zombie ex-alpha wasn't very surprising.
"Oh so you haven't forgotten me," Peter said wryly. "I'm touched."
"I could never forget you," Stiles asked. "And before you ask, not a compliment. What do you want?"
"So many things, but I'm afraid I'm in a rush so I will start with the most pressing issue," Peter said. "I need you get Lydia Martin and bring her to the warehouse district."
Stiles frowned, clenching his hands into fists. "What do you want with Lydia?"
"Oh I have no need for Lydia myself anymore, but Jackson needs her," Peter said. "In fact I think Lydia's the only person that can save him now."
"You think?" Stiles asked.
"It's an untested theory, I know, but it's the only plan on the table that doesn't end with Jackson getting ripped to shreds by Derek and Scott."
"What makes you think I care if Jackson dies?" Stiles asked. "I wanted to kill him all along."
"I have no doubt that you'd feel no guilt about killing him. It's what I like about you, Stiles." That wasn't creepy at all, really. "But imagine how Lydia would feel. She loves him, you know."
"I know." It hurt to acknowledge that, but Stiles knew. "It's just dangerous. I don't want her hurt."
"She won't be," Peter assured him. "You'll be there, ready to throw yourself into danger for her. It'd be romantic if she felt anything for you."
Stiles gritted his teeth together. "You're an asshole."
"I know." Why did he sound proud of that? "Warehouse district, the Camaro will be out front and you should let yourself in 'cause I get the feeling we'll be busy. Always a pleasure, Stiles. I'll keep in touch."
There was a click when Peter hung up and Stiles barely resisted the urge to throw his phone against the wall. He wanted to ignore Peter and let Jackson die, but he knew if it got back to Lydia (and Peter would have it get back to her, no doubt) she would never forgive him for it. So with a sick feeling in his stomach, Stiles found Lydia's name in his contacts and called her.
"Lydia? It's Stiles...you were right, we have to find Jackson..."
The trip to the warehouse district had Stiles apologizing profusely for freaking Lydia out earlier and explaining the werewolf and kanima thing more fully. She took it pretty well, leaving Stiles to wonder why they had kept it from her in the first place. As they approached the warehouse, Stiles noticed that not only was the Camaro parked in front of it, but so were a few Argent vehicles. Well that wasn't good. Peter did say to let himself in...
A horrible idea came into Stiles' head. "Hold on, Lydia."
Stiles slammed his foot on the gas and headed straight for the side of the warehouse, praying that his baby could get through this in one piece. Lydia shrieked when she realized what Stiles was doing and screamed again when he drove the jeep right through the wall. He swerved to avoid hitting Derek and then jerked the wheel again to hit the kanima full on. Or hit Jackson full on. Same thing, really.
Stiles had closed his eyes on impact, but he could hear Lydia's breathing so he knew she was fine, thankfully. He cracked an eye open and looked at her. "Did I get him?"
A hissing noise answered his question. Stiles didn't want to say he shrieked but...yeah, he shrieked. The kanima was all up in his business, you would shriek too.
Lydia exited the jeep and Stiles followed behind her, running back behind Scott before the kanima could chase after him. He wasn't exactly sure what he had walked (drove) into, but Scott, Allison and her father were grouped together while Derek and Isaac were off to the side, the both of them looking rough. Stiles had the feeling Peter was lurking around somewhere. A quick glance behind him showed that Gerard Argent was lying in a pool of black liquid, looking like he was dead or close to it. Good, he deserved it, the asshole.
Lydia hadn't ran behind Scott like Stiles did, instead turning back to face the kanima with a determined look on her face. "Jackson!"
Jackson, in full on kanima form, slithered closer to Lydia, tilting his head to the side like he could understand her. Lydia pulled a key out of her pocket and held it up to show him. Stiles made a move to stand between the two of them but Scott pushed him back.
Apparently the key meant something because Jackson eyed it, slowly turning back to something that looked mostly like his human form. Lydia was shaking but held her ground as Jackson reached out with a clawed hand and took the key from her hand. He backed away from her slowly, turning to nod at Derek with a sad look on his face. Derek took that as his cue to stab Jackson in the stomach with a clawed hand and Peter came out of his hiding spot to help finish the job.
Lydia ran up to take Jackson in her arms, both whispering that they still loved each other. It made Stiles feel awkward and guilty. This was something he shouldn't be watching, and he sure as hell shouldn't be feeling jealous right now. But he was. He only snapped out of it when Jackson went limp in Lydia's arms and she started sobbing.
Allison's voice suddenly broke the silence among everyone else. "Where's Gerard?"
Stiles turned and sure enough, there was a pile of black goo where Gerard was previously lying. Well that was fucking great.
"He can't be far," Chris said.
Lydia let go of Jackson and stood up, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. She turned away from Jackson's body and Stiles moved to go comfort her (and god help you if you tried to stop him this time, McCall) but stopped in his tracks when he saw that Jackson...well, his hand was moving.
The sound of movement made Lydia turn around again and she, like everyone else in the warehouse, were staring at Jackson, unsure of what was going on. It was hard to ignore that Jackson was butt ass naked as he stood up but it was nothing Stiles hadn't seen before. Jackson tilted his head back and howled, showing off a brand new pair of bright blue eyes.
Stiles shoulders slumped. Hell, he had turned into a werewolf. It felt like a punch to the gut when Lydia threw herself into Jackson's arms and it was worse when Stiles looked down and saw Scott taking Allison's hand. And he was just standing there, completely alone, looking like he got the shit beat out of him. Because he had gotten the shit beat out of him. For no reason, apparently.
He quickly wiped his eyes on his sleeve when Scott turned to look back at him. "He scratched my jeep."
When it was clear that the danger had passed, Stiles was the first to make an exit. He didn't say goodbye to anybody and he didn't offer Lydia and Jackson a ride even though they both needed one. They could be a happy couple and walk home together for all he cared. His jeep had more than a scratch, it had a full on dent, but he wasn't going to fix it until he got back to Fandom, and he'd be going back as soon as he could. At this point he didn't care if he ever went back to Beacon Hills again.
[And I'm finally done this season \o/ Majority of this taken from Teen Wolf 2x12 "Master Plan"]