Breaking A Rule (Stiles Stilinski X Spencer Reid)

I'm Fine

WHOO.

I'm getting released today!!!

It's still hard to walk.

"Hey can I talk to Stiles real quick?"

"Yeah," Spencer turns to me, "I'll meet you in the car.

I nod then turn back to Derek, "I already said my goodbyes, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just- are you sure you don't want the pain gone again just for a little bit?"

"I'm sure sourwolf, now... Help me to the car please."

"Okay."

He helps me get to the car then hugs ne softly one last time, "I will be visiting soon."

"Okay, I'll see you then."

"Mhm."

I open up the car door then get into the back seat with Spencer.

Derek is driving and Emily is in the passenger seat.

"How you feelin Wonder Boy?"

"Sucky. Do you think we could make a stop before going back?"

"We have to be at the plane soon."

"Okay then I'll rent a car and drive all the way back I just- I need to check up on someone."

Derek sighs, "Where to?"

"The highschool."

He looks up the address and starts driving. Once we get there I get out and so do they.

I kind of wanted to do this alone but whatever.

I walk in the school and go to the principal's office, stating that I'll be quick.

I walk out to the field to see everyone doing a practice lacrosse game. Coach has his back turned.

"Stay here guys. Please."

I limp to him and stand beside him, "Nice day huh Coach?"

He looks at me and takes a step back.

"NO."

I smile at him, "Don't worry, I'm not coming back to highschool. I got tortured and I'm going back to Quantico so I wanted to check in."

He stares at me.

"I'm fine, no arrows in the chest lately."

"That's good."

"Quantico? Isn't that the government?"

"Kind of. FBI."

"Funny that a kid getting in a lot of law trouble becomes an FBI agent."

"My file was locked. They don't know shit."

He laughs then looks at the others.

"Your team is small."

"The rest are in a different car, and that one there... That's Spencer, he's my boyfriend."

He tilts his head, "I thought you'd never come out."

I smiles, "I didn't either, especially to as many people as I have."

"Do you have my number?"

I shake my head.

"Give me your phone."

I get my phone out of my back pocket then hand it to him.

He types somerhing then hands it back, "That's my number, if you ever need to go on the run, give me a call. You can stay with me."