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The sheriff was done! He was so done with the choices his son has made. He constantly puts his life on the line for these ungrateful friends of his. He’s in constant danger because of that monster, Scott McCall. The thought that his son blames himself for everything, for every murder and now… Now he’s blaming himself for Donavan. The sheriff watched as his son walked into the house, dropping his school bag on the floor by the door. He told his father last night what had happened and his father couldn’t say anything to sooth his son out of a panic attack. He was called into the station because there was another kid missing, another chimera.
When he came home, Stiles was already asleep, or well, he was avoiding talking to his father. “Son.” He called out to Stiles, before the young man could flea up the stairs to his room. “Yeah, dad?” Stiles said, his voice tired. Scott hadn’t talked to him since he found out about Donavan and that was taking its toll of the kid. “Come here, sit down, please.” He said. It was almost like a plea. Almost. Stiles shifted towards the chair of the dining room table and sat across from his father.
“Hi.” He said, not really looking at his father. “Stiles.” His father said, his words soft. “You know you did what you had to, right?” Stiles shrugged and looked down at the table. “What you did was try to keep yourself safe.” Stiles closed his eyes. He was so tired. He had thought it would have been over by now. All these people around him dying or leaving. He figured, trying to save this town, it would have kept his friends alive. Maybe if he died, things would have been better for everyone.
“Dad, I killed him.” He said, looking up at his father with distant eyes. “I killed him, I’m a monster for that.” The sheriff got up and in a few seconds was around the table and by his son. “No.” He scolded. “You’re not!” He hugged Stiles with all he had. “You aren’t a monster, Stiles. You’re a survivor. A warrior. You’re not a monster!”
“What are we going to do, Dad? He’s dead and it’s my fault.” Stiles said as he hugged his dad back and cried. Sheriff Stilinski sighed. He patted his son and thought over the conversation he had with his brother-in-law. Phil Coulson hadn’t seen Stiles in years, since Claudia’s death. He wasn’t sure the man would have said yes, and he didn’t say yes. He sounded frustrated and had yelled at an Amelia many times throughout the phone call; however, he ended up saying yes after John had described what had been going on. He had told Phil that Stiles witnessed a few too many bad things and needed to get away from this town.
“Stiles, I might have an idea. You can’t get mad at me, though, and you have to hear me out completely before getting all defensive.”
“I don’t think I like the sound of that, dad, but I’ll listen to what you have to say.” Stiles sighed.
“I got into contact with your Uncle today. Now, before you say anything, no I’m not shipping you off because of what you did, I’m not shipping you off at all. I’m sending you to live with you Uncle Phil in New York to finish off high school. I don’t want my son in any more danger, and living with your uncle away from all this supernatural BS is the best I can do. I know New York can be dangerous, but your Uncle Phil is willing to keep you in the top schools and he has a place for you to learn self-defense. I know you want to make sure I’m doing okay kiddo, but I won’t be okay unless you are.” The sheriff sighed and his shoulders sagged as tears prickled his eyes. “I can’t lose you too, son.” A tear fell down his cheek as his son looked at him with the same sad expression.
“I can’t just leave, dad. They need me. Without me, they will die.” Stiles said as he hugged himself. “I don’t want any more blood on my hands.”
“You don’t have any blood on your hands, Stiles. What happened with Donovan wasn’t your fault.”
“Dad, if I had been stronger, I wouldn’t have needed to kill Donovan, I wouldn’t have let the Nogitsune in, I wouldn’t have let all those people, who died at the hands of that demon, die at my hands. I wouldn’t have let Allison die, I wouldn’t have let Boyd or Erica die. Heather died because I had to run to the bathroom. Don’t you get it, dad. It’s not just what happened with Donovan.” Stiles pulled at his hair as he cried. “I’m a monster, dad. Mom said so, she was right.” Stiles didn’t see how his father flinched at those words. “How’d you know about that?” He asked calmly.
“Does it matter? It was said, it was true.” Stiles said dejectedly.
“No it wasn’t!” Sheriff Stilinski said grabbing his son to look at him. “Stiles, your mother loved you, she loved you so much. She was sick. She couldn’t tell who was who, what was what. When she said that stuff, she wasn’t in the right state of mind, her mind was eating her up. You can’t say that and think it’s true, do you hear me son. You’re not a monster.”
“What about my friends?”
“Your friends are the reason we’re here, Stiles. Besides, Malia is leaving and Lydia is safe for now.”
“Dad, please.” Stiles pleaded one last time but his father gave him a stern look.
“No, your Uncle Phil will be expecting you in a few days.” The sheriff said and got up to go to his room for a few hours of sleep before his shift started.