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[ So Stiles Stilinski may or may not be trying to sneak back into camp. There are two reasons for this: one, he's not ready for the barrage of questions that come with "why did you leave camp when they told us not to" and the are you okay's and pretty much everything he wants to avoid, and two, he definitely almost died on the way over here.

Okay, not really. He's mostly fine, just a little singed, and a little roughed up. But he did put himself into major danger by leaving camp, and by the time his dad found out about it, he got his ass sent back here. His beloved Roscoe made it all the way to New York with him, but apparently a baby blue 1980's jeep is a huge target, because the minute he got out of the place he'd set aside to park his car for the next forever, there were four hellhounds on the horizon.

By the time he makes it to Camp Half Blood, Stiles flops over on the ground inside the gate, literally, and kisses the ground. So much for sneaking in. ] Ohhhh my god, I have never been happier to see you in my life, oh my god, oh my god.

[ He does, eventually, get up, and drag himself to the Hecate cabin, where he proceeds to send out an Iris Message--one to the whole camp, and one separate from all. ]

Good news and bad news, guys. Bad news? Hellhounds are like crazy fast. Good news? Coach put me through so many lacrosse drills back home I'm alive. [ He flashes a grin into the feed, sheepish as it is, and rubs some mud (from falling in it, not from his battle--don't let him fool you) off his cheek. ] Officially thanking him personally for his suicides of satyrdom. [ It's kind of nice to be able to say that out loud without being looked like he's an absolute nut, so he exhales loudly. ] Man, I missed this place. I'll be over here, in my cabin, enjoying the sweet sweet taste of the life I thought I pretty much lost for the next ten years if you need me.

[ And that's the end of that. ]

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Oh my god, so, dude, I don't know if you were aware before, but I think Beacon Hills is like 98% monster. I'm starting to reconsider the idea that Lydia's actually the most cruel being in the entire high school, because there were these chicks that--well, I mean, like, one of them was really nice to me, but I think she was something to do with my godmom considering she looked like she'd just, uh, burst into flame--literally--when she decided she didn't want to make out with me anymore but just-- [ Stiles finally inhales, pauses, looks into the IM, and lets out a relieved huff of a sigh. ] Dude, I freakin' missed you.

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[ Stiles is playing with a gold drachma and considering sending another message when there's a thump on the window--his head practically whips around and he lights up like a Christmas tree. In a reunion that goes down like it's in a black and white movie, Stiles bounds off his bed and throws the door open, his mouth wide open in a huge smile as he practically yells -- ] Scott!

[ Like they're four years old again, he tumbles out of the cabin in two steps and throws an arm around his best friend's shoulder, because it's the first time he's seen him in months. There are pretty much no words for how excited he is right now. ] Oh my god, dude, it's so good to see you, holy shit!

[ REUNITED AND IT FEEEEEEEELS SO GOOD ]

[Scott's whole world could have gone slow motion at that point and he wouldn't have noticed because all he can think is holy crap, holy crap, Stiles is back and he saw Beacon Hills and-

then he remembers that apparently Stiles might have gotten hurt by some monster, and a look of worry crashes across his face. It's fleeting, though, because Stiles is outside and he has to do everything in his power to not tackle his best friend to the ground. He's gotten a lot stronger since he came to camp and he doesn't want to overpower Stiles, who can be all limbs sometimes. He settles for a really tight hug instead, clapping him on the back.] I really freakin' missed you, man!

[And then he breaks the hug, looking intently at his best friend.]

Okay, what happened at home, exactly?

Uh, like, everything, dude. Do you know how hard it is to keep all this together for months? I practically needed a diary. [ He taps his head, then frowns a little once he gets free--having caught Scott before he sent them both to the ground and enthusiastically returned the broest of all brohugs. ] I couldn't send any messages because I was trying to stay off the radar for as long as possible in case--[ He doesn't have to say, in case something happened to his dad or his mom. ]

Yeah. But, uh, let's see--your mom's fine, she's doing totally awesome in the hospital. She's been taking care of mine. [ His face softens a little, recalling his mom back home--she's still sick, but the magic Stiles had been learning through Hecate was helping, albeit slowly. There wasn't a lot he could do except hope that she'd be able to fight the cancer off. ] And making dinner for my dad. So I got to see her a lot. She misses you like crazy, dude, and told me to tell you--[ airquotes ] "Tell that sweet, wonderful son of mine that he needs to Iris Message me more often if he doesn't want his bedroom turned into a walk in closet." [ End air quotes. ]

I'm surprised you didn't write one. You seem the type.

[He claps Stiles on the back again. Of course, he's joking - but it doesn't last long, because he's letting out a very undignified noise since Stiles has tackled him to the ground. Yes, this has just gotten Serious.

But now his unspoken question is answered, and he gives a little nod. That's Stiles, always planning, thinking ahead because his brain moves faster than his hands. In this situation? That's more of a blessing than a curse. He'd hate to see something bad happen to Stiles' mom or the sheriff, either. They helped him and his mom out a lot during the divorce.

And then Stiles is talking about his mom, and he breathes an actual sigh of relief, because it is so good to know she's okay. He's been horribly worried about her since the whole Red Room debacle.]

Yeah, I need to...get on that. I know she works a lot and I didn't want her to get one in the middle of a shift, in case any monsters came and saw it and wanted to attack her, so...I hadn't sent any since that first one with Jill. I was worried she might have...

[he trails off. He means to say 'gotten captured' or worse, but he doesn't want to.]

There was a blog. [ He cracks the joke immediately, wiggling his eyebrows at him and shifts a little, still lingering close. He's practically bouncing with the amount of energy in the moment--the fact that he's here again is just completely trumped by the fact that he's with Scott.

He takes the news with his mom like he figured he would, and Stiles nods. ] Yeah...yeah, I feel you, man. Everything's fine, at least for now.

[ But then he rolls his head back to look at the ceiling, like he's got a particularly juicy story to tell. And oh, he does. ] I mean, except for the whole thing where I totally almost got killed by a girl because she was going to make out with me or something and it turns out I think we're actually related, or something? Either way, finding out your childhood friends are actually monsters is the single most traumatizing experience of a person's life. [ That last part comes out flatly. This is Stiles' luck with women, Scott. ]

You realize once I get to a computer again I'm, like, hunting that blog down.

[He looks down, shaking his head at Stiles' waggling eyebrows. Gods, he's missed his best friend.

He moves to the front of the Hecate cabin, nodding a little when Stiles continues to talk about his mom. He'll IM her sometime at the end of the week, just to check in. He really does miss her, but it's good she's helping out Stiles' family. And he's pretty sure when she was making the sheriff dinner, Stiles made sure that it was healthy. It's like him.

He turns his head to Stiles as he listens to his tale - this is exactly something that would happen to him, and he can't help but laugh, a big one that comes from his stomach. He shakes his head before talking again.]

Yeah, uh - so wait, let me get this straight. You're related to monsters? You? How does that work out?

It's called "A Daily List of Shit to Tell Scott", actually.

[ He laughs, and you know what, he even laughs when Scott's laughing at him. Granted, he makes an aborted, flaily gesture that can get across his emotions a lot better than any actual words can. It's nice to be around someone who actually gets him, even if he totally laughs at his misadventures. ]

They're kinda like my godly siblings, I guess. Like, Hecate [ And he still isn't calling her mom, so many years later. ] got freaky with a spirit and birthed these things called Empousai. I got invited to a frickin party, and you know, god knows that never happens, so I was totally excited, and it was being held by Heather--you remember her, I've known her since, like, as long as I've known you. Her mom and my actual mom were like really super close, or whatever. So anyway, I get invited to this party, and I walked in to say hi and she freakin kissed me, right on the mouth, which, hell yes, totally not a kiss virgin anymore, but anyway, she kept saying she wanted to lose her actual virginity for her birthday, and that was when I started getting suspicious so I might have messed with the Mist a little to see if I could see her, and holy shit, dude, her hair was on fire and she only had one leg, and I'm like ninety percent sure she was going to eat me! [ This entire story is being told with a bunch of ridiculous arm gestures, representing everything, ending with him shaking his arms and hands in a why me motion.

He then adds, as an aside: ] I told her we were actually half siblings and I think that just made her madder.

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[He snorts at the blog title. He doesn't know if Stiles is kidding, but this time he's leaning towards 'no, this is a real blog Stiles set up.' He makes a mental note to do an all-encompassing Google search.]

Heather, no, she was h- oh, you mean back home Heather. Not Camp Heather, gotcha.

[He shakes his head - get it together, Scott, Stiles and Heather O'Toole have never even met, despite both of them being your very best friends. He'll have to remedy that, because he's talked enough to Stiles about Heather and Heather about Stiles that it probably seems like they know more about the other than they'd ever have thought before.

Oh wow - and Stiles actually lost his kiss virginity! Scott holds his hand up for a high five for him at that.

But really, this wasn't one of his better moves. Still, Scott sits there and listens, nodding at appropriate times. This is their relationship - Stiles does most of the talking, but Scott's okay with that because he's a great listener - actually, he loves it.]

Yeah, no. I'm gonna have to say that if you find out you're making out with somebody you're related to you back away...as soon as you can. And then - hellhounds? Seriously?

[ He totally returns the high five, though, because hey, he did finally have his first kiss. ]

I mean, all things considered, it was a totally awesome first kiss until she turned into a one legged monster. Anyway, I finally busted out and told dad and he yelled at me and sent me back here. Or, well, Mom guilt tripped me from the hospital, which is super impossible to not go along with, by the way, and here I am again.

[ Jazz hands. ] How's camp been? You're totally gonna update me about everything, right.

Dude, I'm surprised your dad didn't try to escort you himself to make sure you didn't get into any crap along the way.

[Though he's kind of happy that the sheriff stayed home. He wouldn't want Stiles to have to fight for the lives of both himself and his dad on the way back, and in the end, the sheriff needed to be home with his wife.]

Well, aside from that whole kidnapping thing? Dude, Heather and I beasted at Capture the Flag. It's not the same as war games, but it was pretty fun.

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