ANOTHER STORY ANOTHER TIME

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE * TWO ROADS

"Good morning Michael, I'm Liam." Michael smiled, 

"I want to thank you for what you did for the three of, I mean the four of us." Liam walked in, 

"Stiles asked for help and we help family, which, so you know now you are part of that crazy family. He has been like an older brother to me, he took care of me when others didn't want to, and for the most, he taught me more about who I was than my original Alpha." Michael closed his eyes, 

"He is a very special man; I was lucky to find him." Liam looked at Michael, 

"You said was lucky, what do you mean?" Michael looked out the window, "If he lost his memories, then I have lost him. It took a long time for us to be comfortable being ourselves around each other." Liam shook his head, 

"You can't give up on him, my God the man moved heaven and earth to get you back. He asked about you last night, so he has some memory." Michael sat down on the bed, 

"Your right." He stood up, and walked back to the window, "May I barrow some clothes, till I can get some of my own. Liam nodded with a grin, 

"Peter and Scott cleaned all the clothes you guys had on, and purchased some new civilian clothes for you, to help hide you and blend you in better." Liam and Michael walked to the next room up the hall, 

"Here I'm not sure what kind you wear, but you all have new underwear, jeans and t-shirts, there are new toothbrushes in the bathroom, 

"Thank you again." Liam next walked him to the bathroom, "Here is real soap, and shampoo, enjoy." he walked out of the bathroom, leaving Michael alone. After several minutes of wash, rinse, wash, rinse, Michael dried off, grabbed the bottle of mouthwash that was sitting on the counter, opened the new toothbrush and cleaned his mouth several times. When he finally felt clean enough, he put on the clothes and walked out feeling refreshed.

Pete was standing on the deck, he had just eaten a huge bowl of corn flakes, and now was enjoying a cup of coffee alone with his thoughts. Michael walked out with a cup of his own, 

"Good morning Petey." He grinned a big smile. Pete sat his cup down and walked over to the man with his hand out to shake it. Michael refused and pulled Pete in for a hug. 

"We made it, these people, they selflessly saved us from the hell those weird people were putting us through." Pete looked in the window at everyone who was around the kitchen island.

 "I knew from the moment I met Stiles he was good people.", "Oh First Sergeant, I never thanked you for keeping us together for these few years." Michael winked, 

"I kept the three of us, Stiles would have skinned me alive, had I sent you away." Michael turned and looked at Jacob sitting on the couch, "Have you talked to him today?" Pete looked down, 

"No, he actually just got up a few moments ago, and I fella named Isaac has been by his side since, Jacob had had a panic attack." Michael felt bad,

 "That poor kid, he has put on such a brave face since the ambush, I didn't think he would break."

Stiles sat at the edge of the bed. He was looking around and the more he looked the more he remembered about where he was. He stood up, walked to his original room and gathered clean clothes. As he shuffled through the backpack, he found his phone. Stiles turned it on and studied the picture on it, it was the picture that Pete took of him and Michael at the beach, but he was trying to remember it, His head started hurting, so he sat down on the unmade bed.