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The worst part of self-isolation was the silence.
For someone like Stiles, silence was maddening. But he couldn’t risk it. Not when the safety of the Pack was paramount.
It had been three weeks since he and Deaton had warded this small, two bedroom little bungalow just on the outskirts of Main Street. The spare bedroom was filled with stacks of books and papers, which Deaton came by weekly to switch out. He was the only one who knew where this house was and was the only person that was able to enter. He also bought supplies for Stiles to cook for himself.
But other than that, those brief twenty minute meetings once a week, he was alone. Just him and his notes and thoughts.
Well, that, and his journal.
The journal was a recent addition, after he managed to talk Deaton’s ear off the previous visit (which, come on, he just wanted to know what was going on, don’t leave him out of it!). Instead of bottling up his words and worries all week, only to unleash them on Deaton when he arrived, he instead could get his frustrations and thoughts down on paper and spend what little time he was around another person getting answers instead of baseball scores. (The “no tv/no internet” thing was really grating on him.)
At first, the leather bound journal was full of scratched out words and skipped pages. But slowly, he started writing everything. His worries about his Dad, his fury about being trapped away (even if it was his idea), his fears that something was going to happen to his Pack while he couldn’t be with them. Pages and pages were also filled with his notes from the various books he’d read through, all things that weren’t focused on their latest baddie-of-the-month.
It helped. Not a hundred percent, but it did help.
The first brown journal was soon joined by a teal stained on, then deep Alpha red, and now his latest, a wonderful forest green. He was already coming to the midway point of this one; he’d have to ask for another. Purple this time?
It wasn’t the greatest method of passing the days and weeks, but in order for the Pack to keep him safe from Spark-hunting monsters, it was the only way. He just privately hoped that he was able to hide some of the more… personal pages away when he finally got home. For reasons. Lots. Of. Reasons.