In spite of all you knew and said by Azul_Bleu
[2700w | Mature]
The road streams behind them, mile upon mile until Stiles can’t say where they even started, and Stiles talks so he won’t have to remember.
Or, Derek and Stiles deal with being the ones left behind. They're not great at it.
(Set post an imaginary S3, where the Alphas win. Spectacularly.)
Note: This fic is made up of lots of flowing short scenes of introspection, the passage of time and conversations with Derek. So many of the paragraphs are so beautifully worded I’d immediately go back to reread them. It brought a lump to my throat, but not necessarily out of sadness. This one is really special.
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