Chapter Text
It started slowly. One at a time. First it was Issac. Then it was Vernon. Then Erica. So on and so forth. Of course he was last. Why wouldn't he be? They were dating after all. Even if it was only a few months it was something, right? He still kissed her when she asked and he still hugged her when she hugged him first. She even introduced him to her room mate as her boyfriend and he had nothing to say. Which was a red flag from the get go. Speaking of...
“Are you seriously breaking up with me over the phone, Derek Hale?” Stiles growled into the receiver. Was he serious right now? Over the phone? It was a little better than a text but he was really doing this right now? At noon on a Monday? When they hadn't even fought in days?
There was a long pause before a slightly strangled,
“Yes?”
“Right. Fuck off.” She slammed her cell phone down on the table not even caring about her precious screen. Irene sat across from her, eyes wide and a lost expression on her face.
“Did Derek just-”
“Yes.” At least she sounded sure of it. This was the last nail in the coffin for Beacon Hills. As stated previously, it happened slowly. One by one the 'pack' stopped answering her calls. They stopped talking to her in the hallway during senior year and sure enough, she was blocked on facebook. She didn't even do anything! At least, not that she knew of. All of them. Gone.
Well, all except one. Little miss Lydia Martin was apparently in the ex pack society as well. Jackson even started ignoring her. Jackson! Her fucking boyfriend too! Not to mention Scott. Stiles' best friend. The lady to her Bond. Or was it the other way around?
Either way this was it. Stiles was going to have to call Lydia and tell her. She'd finally been cut just like her. Oh, she'd definitely find this hilarious. Well, there went that pseudo family. On to the next one, right?
“Stiles? Are you ok?” Snapping from her angry thoughts she stared at her room mate across the library table. She hadn't even realized she was crying. Surely enough, here comes the 'All my friends left me what do I do' panic attack. This really was the last nail in the coffin. That was it. Derek was her last tie to the pack. He was the only one that would, albeit sometimes, answer her texts. Now what did she have? She was only away at college for a month. Not only that she was only three hours away. All she had left friends wise was Lydia, who went away to college in New York and Irene. Her room mate. Who was now helping some sophomore carry Stiles out of the library.
“I'm fine, I'm fine.” She wheezed out, gripping Irene's shirt sleeve.
“Are you sure?” The sophomore asked, hesitant to let her go.
“I'll be fine.”
```
“Ha! I knew those bastards would get you too! I told you. Magical creatures only club.” Lydia said sharply over the line. Stiles smiled bitterly for half a second.
“Yeah, you really showed me.” Sarcasm at its best.
“I'm sorry, hon. I know heart break sucks, but look at it this way; you still got to bang Derek Hale. I'd call that a victory.”
“Lydia! Come on!” Stiles covered her mouth to laugh. She was right, even if Stiles didn't want to admit it. “Will I ever find my handsome were wolf prince?” She feigned innocence, clutching at her chest.
“Not one like that.” Lydia said with a scoff. “How do you think I feel? I had freakin' Apollo!” Lydia chuckled lightly. There was a slight pause before she spoke again, more serious this time. “We can do this without them Stiles. We're not damsels in distress like they might think. We can still kick ass without a few pretty boys.” That pulled a real smile out of Stiles. Lydia was right, they could survive without some boys. They were women after all. The stronger of the sexes if you asked Stiles.
“I know a few asses we could try to kick.” She said through clenched teeth. The pain was still there. She knew it was for Lydia too, even if she did her best not to show it. She, like Stiles lost all of her friends as well. She lost Allison, her best friend.
“Look, Stiles, I know you're mad but...” Lydia sighed. “This was calculated in its execution, there's no doubt about that. Maybe they're doing it for a reason. We should just, back off.” She sounded so defeated and Stiles knew why. Lydia had fought with Jackson that night he broke up with her. She yelled about everyone ignoring them and how she felt like such a cast out. Jackson had only starred at her before whispering a quiet 'Go home, Lydia. You don't belong out here.'
“No. You're right.” Stiles ran a hand down her face, moving away a few light tears. “It's over.” She sighed with Lydia before shaking her head as if clearing away those tainted thoughts. “So, how was your exam?”
```
“Are we really sure about this?” Erica asked from her spot on the couch, twisting a perfect golden lock around her index finger.
“About what?” Allison asked, checking Lydia's twitter for the fifth time that night.
“Abandoning them like this. It sucks losing friends.” Erica pouted, a familiar sting hitting her chest.
“It's not abandoning if they don't run back.” Now it was Isaac. He glared at Allison's screen before she rolled her eyes.
“It's not a crime to look, Isaac.” She quipped, returning her phone to her jacket pocket.
“No, at this point its called stalking I think.” Boyd called out, a sad smile on his lips. Allison just shook her head, turning to Scott who was eerily quiet about the subject. Then again so was Jackson. And-
“If Deaton is right, its not safe for them. If this... thing is coming we have to be prepared. No loose ends.” Derek finally spoke up from his perch on the window sill. “No one who can't fend for themselves.” He stared at Allison for a long moment.
“But they could! They know how to fight, you taught them! You taught all of us!” Scott yelled finally. He knew what a bad idea it was to raise your voice at an alpha but he couldn't take it anymore. He missed Stiles. He missed Lydia. He didn't understand why they couldn't help them fight. “Allison's a human too but you didn't make us drop her.” He shot his girl friend an apologetic look, he hoped she understood the point he was trying to make. She placed her hands on his, a silent gesture that she did.
“Allison's a trained hunter. Not only that her ties to hunters might help us against whatever is coming.” Derek had an answer for everything.
“That's another thing, we don't even know whats coming. All Deaton said was 'A great darkness is going to ascend, something is coming and its angry.'” Erica answered this time, staring at her alpha with the questioning look of a puppy.
“Is that not enough?” Derek asked the room. “Is something coming and angry not enough to worry you?”
Every one remained silent. The air was heavy with tension in the room and Scott continued to stare at Derek like daggers could shoot from his eyes. Mean while Allison's eyes fell on Jackson again. He was staring at the front door like he was debating on running out. She reached out over Scott and took his hand.
“Are you ok, Jackson?”
He shook her off before he stood.
“Derek's right. We have to protect them.” That wasn't the answer Allison was expecting.