Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/17438081.

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M, M/M, Multi

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV), Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski/Other(s), Stiles Stilinski/Everyone, Stiles Stilinski & Everyone

Character: Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Charlie Swan

Additional Tags: Crossover, Forks Washington, I Don't Even Know, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Please read notes, Post-Nogitsune, Nogitsune Effects, Ships to be determined, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Male Slash, I don't know with who yet but Stiles is Pansexual in here so anything is possible, Pansexual Stiles Stilinski

Stats: Published: 2019-01-16 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1180

Title: Blue Moon by Merlin_Wolfgang_Trades_Hale

Summary: After the events of the Nogistune, the Sheriff thinks Stiles needs a break. The pack's being distant and he's being left with too much time on his hands by himself, so he doesn't fight too hard when his dad sends him away. Where is he going? Well, an old buddy of his owes him a favor and he's calling it in. Who's that buddy?

Charlie Swan, Sheriff of Forks, Washington.

"Scott? Hey, man...I know you're in a dark place. I am too...call me when you get this."

Stiles stared at his phone as he tried to will a notification or a call to come through. But it didn't. Scott hasn't been returning his calls or texts or any messages on any social media. He tried Lydia but it was the same. Hell, he even tried Derek and his pack out of desperation but nothing.

The Nogitsune might be gone but Stiles wasn't. And what remained of him didn't feel like the old Stiles. He doubts he could ever feel like the old Stiles ever again. Not after all of the death, pain, and misery his body and face have caused while he was possessed. If on some level his friends could differentiate Stiles from the Nogitsune, they still had a hard time looking at him.

He understood.

He can't stand to look at his reflection either.

But he's desperate for companionship. He's desperate to have a conversation, and the more normal the better! He wants to talk about the weather and the Metts and anything but the supernatural!

Even as he tunes into the news and tries to see what the hell is going on in the world, something bigger than him, he can't help but drift off and hear the screams of pain and fear of the fox's victims. He begins to carry his iPod everywhere to help him drown it out...it helps a bit. Not a lot, but a bit.

Not to the extremes of when he was actually possessed but he has trouble getting warm. He wears sweaters all of the time and pulled out an old space heater from the attic. His sleep schedule is also shit. Whatever little sleep he does get is riddled with nightmares.

Overall...he's not coping well.

And it shows.

"I have an idea..."

Stiles looks up when he hears his father's voice. He hadn't noticed him come in. Switching off the news, he turns to face his dad and tries to reassure him. "I'm fine dad. Just...an off day."

But his dad was smarter than that. Now that he knew about the supernatural, everything else fell into place. They were on better terms. Hell, they were on the best terms of trust they could possibly be in years.

"It's not. Because you're not okay. You're not fine. And that's okay, kid. What you went through...it's not something that just goes away." The Sheriff sat next to Stiles on the couch and pulled him in for a hug.

It's the closest Stiles get to feeling naturally warm.

"So what's your idea? See a shrink? I don't think our insurance covers it...I've looked. And what can I tell them anyway? Not the truth and that's sort of important in therapy, isn't it? Unless they think I'm just talking in metaphors or think I'm actually crazy. And since I admitted myself into Eichen, then they'll think that and probably put me back in there, and I am not-"

"Stiles!"

Stiles stopped and looked at his dad before he was quiet for a moment. Then he quietly finished his sentence. "I'm not going back in there."

"No, you're not. I'm not gonna let that happen. Because you're right. We're beyond shrinks...I was thinking...you go away for a while. A year maybe. Or even the rest of high school."

Stiles pulled away and looked at his dad like he was insane. Then he started laughing thinking it was a joke. "Good one dad." But his dad wasn't laughing. And it sunk in that his dad wasn't joking.

"But dad! You need me!" Stiles cried.

"I need you to be safe." The Sheriff said sternly. "I need you to be okay...and I don't mean just physically. I know you can learn the game, you can and have been fighting these things but you're only human, kid. You need...a break. You need a break before it's you who breaks."

Stiles scoffed, "Heh...I think it's too late for that."

"No, Stiles...it's not. You've bent. Nearly broken, but you're not broken."

Stiles was quiet for a moment, letting it all sink in. The idea of moving away for a while, his dad's protectiveness, leaving Beacon Hills and it's problems to Scott...Scott and the others who have just left him to his own devices...

"Where would I even go?"

"I have a friend...we've gotten close thanks to Sheriff conventions and stuff. We write, email, and call each other. Kinda like a single Sheriff parent support group with some others...I'd send you to Jody in Sioux Falls but she's already got three girls. But Charlie up in Forks, Washington...he'd like having you around. He's already agreed."

"You set this up already?" Stiles asked with a raised eyebrow. He was kind of upset his dad was plotting this for some time apparently.

"I've talked with him. When I mentioned I wish you could get some distance, he offered. It was a joke at first but when I called him last week to ask if he was serious, he was. I just had to see how I'd talk you into it. Since this all happened you've been like a ghost, Stiles. You only exist and just barely. It's...heartbreaking."

"I'm sorry dad..."

"It's not your fault! Many are to blame...but not you. Your friends are taking their time and doing what they need to heal...you'll be back...but if you stay, you'll only add on more burdens and pain until you finally do break. And what am I going to do then?" The Sheriff asked him with a small smile before pulling him back in for another hug.

"It feels like cheating..." Stiles mumbled as he leaned into his father's embrace.

"Well...though I don't condone it, you've always been the best cheater any of your cheaters could never prove."

Stiles chuckled a bit at that before squeezing his dad a bit, and the Sheriff hugged him tighter too. "

"We're gonna be okay, Stiles...and this is gonna be good for you."

"Is it always this gloomy?" Stiles asked as they walked up to the house.

The door opened and a man with a mustache chuckled, "I hope you weren't planning to tan during your stay."

"My complexion only does 'red lobster' before I shed and go back to pale," Stiles replied.

As Noah and Charlie shook hands and did that half-hug thing, Charlie said, "I think the kid and I are gonna get along great."

"Sarcastic-matching-sheriff-father-figure...it'll be like I never left home," Stiles said with a small smile. He wasn't really feeling it. Not that it was a bad choice, but he still felt weird leaving. He tried calling everyone again but he was still apparently on the 'ignore' list. He also promised his dad he'd try. So he will. And at least Charlie seemed like a cool guy. The humble settings will help Stiles feel...not as awkward.

"Welcome to Forks, Stiles."

So this is the first chapter. Setting things up. Stiles will meet people in the next chapter. The tags will change, characters will be added, but I am looking for shipping votes. I'm naturally a Sterek shipper but maybe we focus a bit on the supernatural beings of Forks...

I have an 'eh' idea of what I want to happen, but really I am just...making shit up as I go along. I should really be sleeping right now but I have a desire to write, so I'm writing.