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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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[ The Hecate cabin seems eerily quiet. It tends to be eery anyway but there's an unusual stillness in the air once Stiles manages to drag himself inside.

Suddenly, the cabin is filled with the sweet, dulcet tones of his sister where she lurks in her levitated bunk. ]

I swear to Mom, I'm not forgiving you for leaving camp, Stiles!

[ Her frowny face appears from above and she throws a pillow down. ]

Seriously!

[So he'd kind of figured that when Stiles had left camp, there was a reason he'd not sent a letter or - or an IM, now that he's figured out how to do it. It was difficult, getting over all that Red Room stuff without his best buddy around - he's still not over it. He hasn't seen his mom in ages.

But when the IM shows up and it's just to him, any sort of negative feelings at all disappear, because Stiles is back and it's like there's a new pep in his step, a new energy. He bolts towards the Hecate cabin, which isn't too hard because Nike isn't too far away and Victoria's legacy powers grant him a lot more athleticism than any normal guy. He knocks on the window - careful not to knock too hard, since he's heard some legends about the rocks that make up this building - and grins almost doofily through the pane.]

[ In retrospect, Stiles probably should have realized something was wrong when he walked in and it was dead quiet. Even with Cash Cab going in the background, there was just something off, and that "off" hits him directly in the face when Natalie legitimately nails him with the pillow and he gets a mouth full of feathers. ]

Mrmfdhth--[ His hands jerk up to pull it down and he throws his arms up defensively in case another shot that he probably deserves gets fired. ] I can totally explain, I have a really good reason, I promise!

[ 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 ]

Need some help?

[ Heather asks sweetly, hovering over him just as he finishes off the Iris Message. The two forces in Scott McCall's were bound to collide at some point, after all. There's nothing particularly Roman about her save for the SPQR crop top she wears after a climb on the rock wall. ]

Though, you look pretty cozy with the ground, maybe I should leave you two alone. [ She very nearly cracks a Gaea joke but refrains because that is way too soon. ]

[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?

[ She lets her arms dangle over the side of her bed, a threatening pillow in one hand, maintaining the charade because she's much better at pretending to be upset than she is at showing any sort of affection. ]

Yeah? And what would that be?

[ Damn it, Stiles, this cabin has been far too quiet without you. Granted, Hecate tends to have less kids than the rest of the pantheon, but for a while they've been missing some of that manic energy. ]

[So Stiles may remember the Egyptian girl who'd moved in shortly before he left. Snarky, British, generally a typical fourteen year old.

What he may not remember, however, is the baboon.

The baboon that is coming over to him and hooting, trying to figure out who this boy is.]

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. ]

Uhh. [ What was his reason again? Fear in the face of the pillowpocalypse! He doesn't lower his arms, but he does look through them, at least, a little cowed. ] 's cause of my dad, man. With the whole--[ Now an arm gets lowered, and he uses it to make a gesture that apparently means "red room thing" ] --I just wanted to make sure he was safe.

[ But Stiles makes a face, and he picks up the pillow from the ground instead. ] Except that totally backfired, because pretty much the minute he found out about it, he booted my ass right back here. [ And then in an extra outburst: ] And then I got attacked by hellhounds! So, technically, he was totally safe while I was there.

Me and the ground've got a long thing going. [ His response comes out muffled as Stiles is still laying there with his face halfway in the mud, cheek pressed to the familiar cool surface. He does, however, plant his hands like he's planning on getting up, and with one push up to his arms, his muscles decide they're tired from all that hellhound chasing, because he flops face first back down in the mud again and mutters. ] Facebook status, 's complicated.

[ But when he turns his gaze, he notices his bronze glaive across the way, having skittered off with his epic flop, and reaches out for it with one hand. ] Could you grab that for me?

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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.]

[ ...what.

Stiles stares at the --yes, that's definitely a monkey for a couple seconds, mouth opening and closing. ] Dude, is this some kind of everyone got turned into animals thing again, because looks like you were the, uh, butt of someone's joke. Literally.

[ Ha. Stiles thinks he's funny.]

[Khufu screeches, waves his arms, and turns to smack his butt at Stiles just as one very frazzled Sadie comes in. She sighs]

Khufu, no.

[He screeches and stops. He's still eying Stiles warily, though. Sadie turns to Stiles. She's totally blonde right now, not having any time to redye her streak lately]

Sorry about him. He doesn't like strangers or comments about his bum. When'd you get back?

[She recognizes him by face, but she can't remember his name at all]

Sure thing.

[ She skips off with a bounce of her ponytail to retrieve his glaive, holding it out admiringly. ] Sweet weaponry. [ Heather coos, like she's complimenting someone's purse or kitten heels. ]

Never had time to start a Facebook since I joined the Legion. [ With a tilt of her head, it dawns on her and a grin spreads across her face when Heather stoops down to peer at the back of his head. ]

Scott's been wondering about you, if you're the guy I think you are.

Still. Stiles, I think the point of us being here is so we don't - [ Natalie begins her descent, climbing down a ladder, making sure her socked feet are secure on each level. ] - put anyone in potential danger. Parents especially.

[ Because despite her less than wonderful relationship with her own family, she wants to keep them all safe. ] I guess I'm glad you survived the hellhounds. [ Begrudgingly. As she folds her arms over her chest with her feet on solid, stony ground. ]

[ Stiles drops his head a little, because really, Natalie's right. He does kind of deserve this lecture, because he could have put the Stilinskis in even more danger, but the idea of leaving them alone (and for god only knew how long this time) was a little terrifying, so he bolted.

But when she comes down, a smile breaks on his face, and he pulls the pillow down, mouth curling up in a lopsided grin. ] You guess?! Wow, okay, totally feeling the love. I was almost puppy chow!

[ But he does drop the pillows completely, bound forward, and sweep her up in a hug. You know you missed him. ]

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. ]

Thanks. [ It's the first word to not come out muffled, as he's pushed himself out of the mud at least, and he takes the glaive from her, using it as a crutch to pull his torso out and bring his muddy face right to hers. His brown eyes squint a little and he tries to think. ]

My reputation proceeds me. You know Scott? [ Scott doesn't really make a lot of friends (an injustice, if you ask Stiles, but also a blessing because he's his best friend in the world, okay) and he rifles through a list of name before his eyebrows go up and it clicks. ] --You must be Heather! I, uh. Was not planning on meeting you like this.

[ How exactly he was planning...well he wasn't. But it didn't involved being face first in the mud. Stiles pulls himself up to his feet at least, and brushes off his shirt. Ew. ]

[ He actually probably would have laughed more if he started smacking his butt, but you know, Stiles is sixteen years old and there's a certain level of maturity you just can't expect from a teenage boy. He looks up at the girl and vaguely recalls her, squinting a little. ]

I'm not sure which one it was that set him off. [ A little sarcastically. ] Like five minutes ago, after being chased across the freakin' plains by hellhounds. If they go back and do something to my car, I swear to god.

Hellhounds? Like that big dog you lot have got in the arena? I thought they were nice creatures.

[ See, she can be a Mama Bear sometimes, at least when her half-siblings are involved, though that may come with the territory of taking up counselorship. Or maybe she's working on showing people that she actually cares about them.

Unlike with most hugs, she doesn't stiffen and instead loosens her arms so she can return the hug in full, not caring about the dirt. ]

Shut up. [ She chuckles softly. ] You know what I meant.

[ She even exaggerates a curtsy when he lands on her name, pulling out an invisible skirt as she does so. ]

Pleasure anyway. I don't mind getting dirty. [ There is no such thing as subtlety with Heather, but her smile remains cheery because she has learned literally everything there is to know about Stiles from all those times she and Scott were stuck with weapons cleaning or stable cleaning or whatever else they did to punish less than perfect Romans at Camp.

She winks. ] He's my best Roman buddy, not to tread on any bro territory or anything.

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 a good thing Sojourner's paying attention for once when she decides to go about one of her "parkouring around the camp" days, because otherwise she'd probably tripped over the weird guy kissing the ground and fallen flat on her face.

... Okay. She does trip over the weird guy kissing the ground, but manages to catch herself with her hands and tuck and roll before bouncing up to her feet. Then she tugs out her earbuds, walkman clipped to her waist.]

Dude! I think you need a warning sign when you decide to have a special moment with the ground.

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