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Stiles walked into his hallway, suitcase trailing behind him as he mentally went over his checklist. He was sure he had packed everything but knowing him, there was something her had forgotten. He hoped not, it wasn't like he could drop by and pick it up if he had.
His currently overbearing father comes up behind him, gently clasping his shoulders.
"Are you sure you want to go to New York, Stiles?" He asks, fixing Stiles jumper. "We can always cancel the flight and you can go another time. Maybe it's too soon to be making any rash decision."
"No, dad. I have to go now. With all of the supernatural crap going on, I need some time for myself. It'll be fine, this is a good thing." Stiles tell him.
For once, he's not lying to him. He actually does believe that this will be good for him.
His dad smiles at him, leaning forwards to place a soft kiss on his forehead. He was proud of his son, more so than he could even put into words.
"Okay, son, whatever you need. Text me when you get on and off the plane, when you get to Uncle Rob's and every few days to make sure you're alright." He says, he concern for him clear in his eyes.
"I will dad, don't worry." Stiles replies, wrapping his arms around his dad's waist for a hug.
Noah holds him tightly against his chest, savouring it as if it's the last time he's ever going to see his troublesome son. Stiles rolls his eyes. He's moving, not dying.
Stiles pulls away, still keeping his father close, and can see the unshed tears in his old man's eyes.
"Say hello to Rob for me." Noah smiles.
"Sure thing." Stiles mutters, holding back his own tears.
They walked to the front door together, wandering out of the house in silence to wait for the taxi. To both of their surprise, they bump into Scott on their way. He had his arm raised, about to knock on their door.
"Hey, Stiles. Emergency pack meeting at Derek's, we've got a p- wait, why do you have a suitcase?" Scott asks, cutting himself off to allow surprise to take over his voice.
"Hey Scotty. I'm leaving town for a bit. All this supernatural stuff is getting to my head and I need some time off." Stiles tells him, playing with the ends of his sleeves as his nerves begin to rise.
Scott was still a bit on edge after nearly losing Allison, so he seemed to always on high alert. Every bunny rabbit that so much as moves on their territory is a new potential threat. Throughout all of that, thought, Scott insists that he and Allison are not getting together.
Stiles calls bullshit. He gives them a week.
"But Stiles-" Scott starts, but Stiles cuts him off.
"Look, I don't have time to explain it to you right now- and there's my taxi so I gotta go. I'll text you, okay? Bye dad, bye Scott." Stiles says quickly, giving his dad one last hug and waving over his shoulder while jumping into the newly arrived taxi.
He looks out of the rear window as the car peels away from the sidewalk, leaving the place he grew up behind him. It's time for a new chapter in his life, and he doesn't think Beacon Hills has a place in it.