The College Years - Sophomore Year (Chapter 31) - Stiles Stilinski
Author: @were-cheetah-stiles
Title: “The Missing Boy”
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Cora Hale, Scott McCall, Deputy Clarke, Noah Stilinski, Melissa McCall & Reader/OFC
Summary: Stiles gets released from the hospital, following his attack, and gets increasingly less patient with his ability to help the Pack crack the case of who summoned the rabisu to Beacon Hills.
After nine days, Stiles had been released from the hospital and was finally allowed to go home. Sheriff Stilinski and Melissa McCall had decided that Stiles would be safer sleeping on the McCall's pull-out couch in Melissa's living room, then going home to a normally empty house with Noah. Sheriff Stilinski had figured that Melissa, Scott, Isaac, and Y/n, all staying at the McCall's with his son would be a better option than Noah occasionally being home to look after Stiles. It was temporary, and once Stiles could get up a flight of stairs by himself, Noah would take him home to his own bed. Stiles hated having to rely on others but he loved being in the center of the action again with most of the Pack coming in and out the McCall house at certain points throughout the day.
Cora and Isaac were on ‘Stiles duty’ the first day he came home since Scott had to go out to lunch with his Dad and Y/n was at her internship at the Mayor's office. They sat around the McCall’s living room watching Stiles sift through a box of stuff, that his Dad had brought over from the evidence locker, which was full of items seized from Sam Wirth's house. Cora was upstairs looking through Isaac's clothes, trying to find a shirt to replace her own after Stiles had accidentally spilled grape gatorade down the back of her shirt as she helped him adjust on the couch.
"So when did the Doctor say you could have sex again?" Isaac asked, garnering Stiles' attention from the box next to him.
"Not until I'm off bedrest.. so like another three weeks?" Stiles tossed a few pictures back into the box and stared blankly at Isaac. Isaac still infuriated Stiles' sometimes but he had grown quite close to him in the past year since he returned from France and began at Berkeley with the rest of them. Besides Scott, Isaac was the werewolf in the group that Stiles trusted the most.
"Sucks." Isaac retorted, telling Stiles what he already knew. "How's Y/n taking it?"
"She's fine. I don't even think she's thinking about it. She has definitely been treating me with kid gloves lately. I think the whole attack really flipped her out." Stiles admitted.
"Have you told her that you think that she's treating you like a fragile little boy?" Isaac said with a smirk.
Stiles narrowed his eyes at Isaac and shook his head. "No... I don't know. I guess now that I'm out of the hospital, I'll say something."
"You should. She probably doesn't even know she's doing it." Cora interjected, startling Stiles and causing him to throw his hand up in the air.
"HOW LONG WERE YOU LISTENING?!" Stiles shouted.
"Pretty much the whole time. You know I bet that she could still give you a blow-" Cora got cut off.
"OKAY. Alright, can we get off the topic of Y/n and I and move back to what's in the box?" Stiles rubbed his pointer finger into his eye in frustration.
"Have you found anything?" Isaac asked, pulling at the shirt that Cora decided to throw on of his. Cora swatted his hand away and sat back in the chair beside him.
"This box is crap. I know that there has to be so much more in evidence lock up at the station and I can't sit here and wait for my Dad to bring me a new box of more crap every day." Stiles said, trying to mask the undertone of irritation.
"What are you even looking for anyway?" Cora asked.
"Malia said that this guy wrote her like a dozen hand written letters and notes, so obviously he isn't going to keep a whole hell of a lot on his computer. I think he probably kept a journal or... actually, even his History of Mesopotamia notebook would be great. If I could compare what Y/n’s notes look like versus what his look like, or if he wrote anything extra. I don't know. I need something... none of which is in this box." Stiles tried to hide the look on his face that showed that the wheels had started rolling in his head.
"Okay, well I can stop by the station later and see if I can get another box of stuff from your Dad and bring it back over." Isaac offered.
"Nah.. no man, it's okay, he'll bring another tomorrow morning anyway." Stiles faked a yawn and stretched his arms above him. "You know, listen guys, I'm actually really tired all the sudden. It just hits me nowadays, you know? I think I'm gonna take a nap, you guys can just take off. Get lunch, enjoy a nice summer day, whatever. Y/n will be over at four to make me dinner so...." Stiles sank into the couch cushions and faked a yawn again.
"Alright, I'll see you later." Isaac said as he got up. Cora waved goodbye and followed Isaac out the door.
"Can we go back to my place so I can change into my own clothes first?" Cora asked as she closed the front door behind her.
Stiles heard the engine turn over on Cora's car outside and he peeked through the blinds. He watched as they drove away and he ripped the blanket that was covering him off and onto the floor. He grabbed his small notepad off the coffee table, next to the evidence box, and scribbled a note onto it. "Y/n, went to the evidence locker at the station. meet me there." He took his one crutch off of the arm of the couch and walked over to his backpack. He pulled his keys out of the front pocket and shoved them into the pocket of his gray sweatpants. Stiles threw his phone and notebook and Gatorade into his backpack, locked the door, and got into his Jeep.
When he pulled up to the Sheriff's station, he checked to see if his Dad's patrol car was gone. It was. Stiles pulled one of his many cloned keycards for the service entrance, and slipped into the station unseen. He punched in the code for the evidence lock up and got to work, throwing his backpack on the floor and resting his crutch against a shelf.
"Shit.. that was maybe a little too heavy..." He grunted to himself as he pulled another box labeled "S. WIRTHS" from a shelf. "Ugh... and I get no service in here. Cool." Stiles continued talking to himself as he sat on the floor surrounded by the boxes of evidence.
You pulled your white Toyota C-HR into Scott's driveway and realized that you had pulled in where Stiles' Jeep should've been. You walked up to the house and used your key to get into the front door.
"Stiles? Stiles, your Jeep isn't out front... Did your Dad come by or Isaac take it or something?" Your shouts were met with silence. "Stiles?" Your heart rate suddenly began to rise.
You noticed that his crutches and backpack were missing as you tore through every room in the house looking for him. "Fuck." You got back into your car and dialed Isaac's number. "Isaac, are you with Stiles?....... He's not taking a nap and his Jeep is gone...... What do you mean you and Cora left him, aren't you two supposed to be able to tell when he's lying? I have to call Scott. Okay, bye."
You pulled out of the driveway and began driving to Stiles' house, hoping that his Jeep would be in the driveway. You called Stiles' number first, only to get his voicemail, then you called Scott. "Hey, Stiles wasn't at your house and Isaac doesn't know where he is. His Jeep is missing and I am officially freaking out. Is he with you?...... Okay, I'm headed over to his house right now to see if he's there instead. Call me if you hear from him..... yea, he's my next call if his Jeep isn't there.... Yea, bye." You pulled up to Stiles' house and didn't see the Jeep.
You threw your car in park and began typing voraciously into the Pack group message. "Has anyone heard from Stiles today? He's not at Scott's or his house, his Jeep, backpack, and crutches are gone, and he's not answering his phone." You waited for the responses. All "no"'s came rolling in. "Shit." You said quietly to yourself, as you closed the texts and opened your phone app.
You pressed Sheriff Stilinski's number and waited for him to pick up. "Hey Sheriff, have you heard from Stiles today?....... Okay, I think he's missing." You explained all that was wrong again and Sheriff Stilinski told you to go to into his house and wait to see if he'd show up.
Hours passed by and Scott knocked on the door to Stiles' house. It was nearing dark and everyone was out looking for the young Stilinski. He opened the door and saw you pacing the floor and staring at Stiles' murder board.
"Hey, you okay?" Scott asked you, pausing in the doorway to the living room.
"Yea, I just.. I'm really worried. Have any of you caught his scent?" You asked the Alpha.
"Isaac, Cora, Malia, Liam, Hayden, Derek and Ethan are all out looking for him. One of us will find him. I thought you could use a friend though." Scott explained as he stood in front of the murder board with you.
"What's that box?" You nodded your head towards the box that Scott had left in the doorway.
"Oh, Isaac said it was an evidence box that the Sheriff brought for Stiles to sift through. It's all Sam's stuff, but there isn't much in here that's helpful." Scott said, as he grabbed the box and set it on the coffee table in front of him and you instead.
"You're right... there's really nothing in here that's useful.." You echoed Scott's sentiments.
"Holy shit... I think I know where Stiles is." Scott had a eureka moment, grabbed your arm and the evidence box and you both flew out the door.
You pulled your car around the back service alley behind the Sheriff's station and saw Stiles' Jeep parked. You rushed around the front entrance and burst through the check-in lobby. Deputy Clarke ran after you as you headed to the evidence locker. The station was empty since everyone was out looking for Stiles.
"Open it, hurry!" Scott urged Deputy Clarke as she fumbled with the buttons on the keypad.
Scott opened the door and you ran through. You immediately saw Stiles' crutch propped up against a shelf and when you turned a corner you saw him, surrounded by papers and boxes and items from Sam's house. Stiles looked up and smiled. He was holding his good hand against his side and made no effort to get up.
"Hey guys." Stiles said nonchalantly.
"I'm gonna kill you, Stiles." Scott announced as he saw his best friend on the floor. "He's here, Clarke, call his Dad and tell him we found him."
"Stiles, what the fuck. We've all been driving around, frantic, because you were missing. Why didn't you text anyone and tell them you were coming here?" You asked as you dropped to your knees to sit next to Stiles.
"If I texted you that I was coming here, someone would've stopped me, by leaving you a note on the coffee table, I had a few hours to sift through Sam's stuff, and I found the jackpot, you guys." Stiles explained.
"What note?" You questioned him, annoyed.
"I left you a note on the coffee table telling you to meet me here after you got out of the Mayor's office." Stiles' comment was met with bewildered, silent looks. He reached for his backpack and grabbed his notepad. "Oh... I never tore it out and left it. I'm so sorry, babe.... I didn't mean to scare you guys."
"Your Dad is going to flip out on you." Scott reminded Stiles, as he pushed a box over with his foot, making room for him to sit on the floor with his friends. "No one bothered to look here because Clarke is the only one here. Everyone else is out looking for you."
"Well, that's really just poor police work on their part. I feel like you all should've known if I wasn't at your place, or your place, or my place, I'd be here." Stiles made a valid point.
Scott nodded slightly, and moved on, glancing into the boxes around him. "You said you found something?" Scott asked.
"No, hold on, why are you holding your side? What'd you do?" You pulled Stiles' hand from under his hoodie and revealed that blood had soaked through his t-shirt. "Oh my god, Stiles! What happened?"
"I think I may have popped a stitch when I was pulling boxes down but I'm fine." Stiles explained.
"You're not fine, man. You're really bleeding. Come on.." Scott helped Stiles to his feet. "Let's get to the hospital and have my mom check you out."
"Fine, but Y/N, put those two books and those papers in my backpack and bring them with us." Stiles insisted, holding onto a brace on a shelf, refusing to leave until you obliged.
Scott and you and Melissa sat in the small seating area outside of Stiles' room, listening to the Sheriff berate his son over the scare he gave everyone and the wasted resources that he used just to be found at the station, looking at confidential information.
"So what is all of that?" Scott asked, trying to ignore the scene that the Sheriff was making in the exam room.
"Stiles really did find something..." You flipped through the stapled papers, scanning the document quickly. "So we wrote three papers for our Ancient Mesopotamia class, and the final essay was a ten page research paper on the topic of our choosing. He gave us like a month and a half to work on them so that we could get a good amount of research done before submitting them."
"So is that his final paper?" Scott asked, leaning over your shoulder to look at the title on the first page.
"Yea, it is, and he basically wrote it on the rabisu." You answered, not realizing that the yelling had ceased.
"Not only that, but I read through his notebook and his journal and it's basically a timeline of Sam learning about Malia and the Pack, getting spurned by her.. repeatedly.. working on his paper and doing all the research from old books from the university library, figuring out how to summon them,stopping work in his other classes, getting put on academic probation, moving out of his apartment, getting rejected and told off by Malia one last time, and deciding to get his revenge on the supernatural community of Beacon Hills, and of course, Malia." Stiles came out on his crutches and interrupted Scott and Y/N’s conversation. "This kid was insane. He knew that the rabisu could turn on him and he didn't care. He thought that he could summon them and control them solely because he did a lot of research on them. He was trying to kill all of us because we wouldn't let him into the Pack. He basically got exactly what he deserved."
"He belonged in Eichen House, not in the morgue." Scott reminded Stiles of the Pack's code of ethics.
Stiles rolled his eyes. "You don't even know, Scott. He followed you around for weeks. He wrote in his journal that he figured out that vampires were the ones attacking people in Berkeley, so he followed one, hoping it would turn him so that he could become a part of that Pack!" Stiles was speaking a little too loudly to be out in public, talking about the supernatural.
"ENOUGH! Enough! I'm done with this crap for tonight." Sheriff Stilinski was exhausted and frustrated with his son. "Y/n, can you drive Stiles and Scott back to the McCall's please? Stiles' Jeep will be in impound until he gets the okay to drive again from the doctors AND me." You nodded and put all of Sam's stuff back in Stiles' backpack, and the three of them walked out to your car.
30 <- -> 32
Smut to come in the next chapter... like, damn good smut.
Hi! I just wanted to stop in and say how much I love "The missing boy"! It was awesome and i keep reading it over and over!!! Also wanted to say that I really like your blog too! ~sincerely from the one who requested the missing boy...
I'm very glad you enjoyed it! 😆That was my first time writing angst or at least attempting to write angst. Thank you for requesting it and I'll work harder to be a better writer. If you have any other requests, just leave me an ask or message me 😄
