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New life

Being with someone can change your life. But what if you can't have your old life back? For your own sake, the sake of your relationship, or by no choice of your own, you have to leave the old you behind. It can go from anything to changing a behavior to changing your whole identity, and all of it can be difficult. One thing is clear, however; to continue where or as you'd lived before is not an option if you want to keep this person you care for in your life.

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THERE WILL BE QUESTIONABLE CONTENT. Just because it's a shipping meme doesn't means everything's fluffy; in fact, more options than not have some unfortunate implications.

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Open Secret: You two have never specifically said who you are in this new place, though you've never denied it.
Witness Protection: To protect your lives, you must live under assumed identities.
Your Real Life: What you knew before was false. This is the actuality.
After a Tragedy: All your friends are dead. Your group is shaken. You saw someone you love murdered. The only other person you have left is the one you're with.
Second Chance at Life: After a brush with death, you've decided to do things right and actually live.
I Don't Want this Life, Dean: You don't want to continue in the family business - er, in your old ways set up by someone else, so you cling to someone who can give you a normal life.
Criminal: You did a bad thing and are wanted. For your protection and the safety of the one you lo...that person, you have to hide.

Turning Over a New Leaf: You're genuinely trying to become a better person and you can't do that with the reminders of your old home and old life.
Rehabilitation: Your lover is helping you get over your wounds, your traumas, or your flaws.
Blank Slate: You have to have a new life because you don't know your old one! All you know is the person you're with and the things they can tell you.
Partners in Crime: You two are rough around the edges, but you're reformed. Really, you just want a peaceful life!

Old Habits Die Hard: No matter what your life is now, you can't shake the need to double check the locks or hold your magic wand tight.
Guilt: You're guilty about your relationship, so you have to reside in hiding.
Through Elicit Means: You got with your partner through cheating and you want to keep that fact on the low.
Stolen Away: You stole your partner - from a bad situation or from someone cruel - so you have to keep your heads down
Taboo:
1. Incest: It's better for you to live where no one know's you're related.
2. Age Difference: You can always fake IDs and birth certificates.
3. Interspecies: There has to be somewhere that doesn't have the prejudices of your home.
Tyrannical Government: You're political enemies drawn together. Perhaps you're working to undermine the government, or maybe you've escaped from that place and are living in peace.
Pulled from the Darkness: Your previous life was so terrible, you don't want to even ponder it any more. End of story, it doesn't matter.
Dependent: You don't know anyone else in this new world of yours, or you don't know how to navigate it, making you dependent on your partner.
Protecting Them: You're with them and hiding them for their own benefit.
They Don't About Your Past:
1. Secret Monster: If they knew about who you used to be, they'd be disgusted and want nothing to do with you.
3. For Them: You're dangerous to be around, so you can't clue them in lest an old enemy or your own abilities come back and harm them.
4. Florence Nightingale: They found you and took you in to help you, no questions asked. You couldn't help but fall for them.
Using Them: This new life is just a sham. You want them to be your camouflage, maybe even getting others to believe you've changed.
Faked Turned Real:
Brainwashing:
1. One-Sided: You love them and want them to believe that things have always been like this. Can you be blamed for going about it this way?
2. Mutual: Both of you think you've always lived this life, thanks to outside forces.
Who Am I, Really?: You love your partner, but you feel like you're losing yourself.
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[None of this is going as planned. Possibly because Stiles hadn't had time to come up with an actual decent plan.]

Listen, you got in the jeep all on your own. I didn't chloroform you and toss you in. This doesn't count as kidnapping. [But Stiles is still avoiding his eyes at the moment.]

We're not going back. We're going away. Far away. As far as San Francisco.

I got in under false pretenses. I think that counts.

[He gives Stiles a knowing look. See? He pays attention when you tell him things. Not that he would ever in a billion years try to get Stiles into trouble of any kind, let alone for kidnapping.]

Stiles. We can't just leave Beacon Hills, man. What about your dad? And my mom? And like...Lydia? Kira? Malia? Derek?

I'll take you to a movie eventually, so no, it doesn't. And you're thinking about this the wrong away. I didn't kidnap you. We're running away together. It's romantic.

[Stiles is still hoping he'll be able to convince him this is a good idea, so he's ignoring Scott's logic for now.]

Our parents are human and aren't actually in any danger. As for the others, I was thinking maybe we could talk them into coming to San Fransisco too.

[He kinda can't help but smile at that, even as he side eyes Stiles again.]

Okay, but Beacon Hills? It's always dangerous. And what if whoever these assassins are decides to try and draw us back by like, taking hostages?

Okay, then clearly we need to talk our parents into coming along too. It'll be fine.

[Okay, so maybe that won't be as easy as Stiles makes it sound. In fact, he's pretty sure he's going to be grounded the moment his dad finds out what he did.]

[Scott looks much less convinced that it's all going to be fine than Stiles sounds. He kind of doubts Stiles is as convinced as he sounds, for that matter.]

Stiles, we can't just run.

[Stiles isn't as convinced as he sounds but he doesn't know what else to do and running seems like the logical thing to do at the moment.]

Why not? Aren't you sick of this? Aren't you sick of always having your life in danger?

[He feels a pang at the tone of Stiles' voice. He is sick of the constant stress. Of everyone he loves being in danger. He knows Stiles is too. And part of him really does just want to say the hell with it and get out of Beacon Hills for good. The other part knows it's not going to happen. It can't. He's the Alpha. He's responsible for keeping the town safe. It doesn't matter that he's only seventeen. This is what life has handed them.]

Yeah, man, of course. But...our entire lives are in Beacon Hills. And people are in danger and they need our help. I'm not just talking about the pack.

[Stiles doesn't want to admit it, but he knows Scott's right. They can't just leave everyone to deal with things on their own. They can't leave everyone to die. They have responsibilities and lives in Beacon Hills that they can't leave no matter how much they might want to. This plan was never going to work anyway. They're both minors with zero experience with being on their own. Still, he's not ready to turn back yet.]

Okay, I know. You're right. We have to go back. But... does it really have to be right now? Can't we have just one day without all the bullshit and danger and angry baby betas?

[He watches Stiles as the realization begins to settle on him and he reaches out and squeezes his shoulder lightly.]

Yeah. I think we can have one day without all of that.

[He hopes anyway.]

[Stiles relaxes a little when he feels Scott's hand squeezing his shoulder. At least all the driving hasn't been a complete waste.]

Good, so then San Francisco? Or we could just find a motel around here, maybe get lunch and relax for the rest of the day?

[Scott nods, smile flickering over his mouth.]

Yeah, either one is fine with me. But...we should probably at least text our parents and let them know we're okay.

[Stiles is getting a little tired of driving so he figures they can find a place for the night somewhere close by. It'll mean less time on the road tomorrow than if they go all the way to San Fransisco.]

Wait, where are we going to tell them we are? They think we're seeing a movie.

Well, I'd say we could tell them we were camping, but considering last time...

[He smirks at Stiles and shakes his head.] I'm going with the truth. Mostly. I'm just gonna tell my mom we needed a short break from Beacon Hills. She'll probably be glad.

Yeah, I'm not sure they'd buy that this time around. Or ever again really.

[Stiles glances over at him.] Don't tell her about the kidnapping thing. It'd be cool if my boyfriend's mom didn't start hating me for abducting her son.

Dude. Of course I'm not gonna say that. I don't really want you to get grounded. Plus I did get in the jeep willingly.

[He pauses.]

And seriously...there's no way my mom could ever hate you.

Good. I have way better things to do with my time than be grounded.

[Stiles gives him a smile.]

I know. But I've been trying to make a better impression on your parents since we started dating. I even had dinner with your dad that one time. [Okay, that was actually Derek's fault, but whatever.]

[He's pretty sure they all do, really. Then again, if he had to choose between everyone being on a deadpool and being grounded...well.]

Yeah, I know you did. Still sorry about that, by the way.

[He'd also rather not get distracted from helping and protecting his friends, which would also happen if he got grounded. And the point to all of this was to keep Scott safe.]

It was the weirdest dinner of my life. By the way, you can't keep blowing off dinner with your dad.

[He lets out a breath at that and looks out the windshield.]

Yeah. I know. It's just not high on my priority list on a good day, let alone when there are supernatural assassins running around trying to kill all of us.

[Stiles glances over at him.]

Okay, next time you're supposed to eat with him, do it. Let the rest of us handle the supernatural assassins for one night. You deserve a break from that once in a while and as much as I hate to admit it, your dad seems to be trying.

[He feels Stiles' gaze on him and he turns his head to look back at him, nodding.]

Well, next time is supposed to be tomorrow.

[Stiles gives him a small smile before turning his gaze back to the road.]

Good. Then have dinner with him, talk, bond, do whatever it is you guys are trying to do with these dinners.

[He lays his head back against the jeep's seat.]

I don't even know what to say to him. You know? It's not like there's much I can actually tell him about...anything. I could tell him the truth, I guess. It'd probably send him running back to San Diego before we finish eating. [His voice is wry.]

[Stiles reaches over with his free hand to pat Scott's back.]

You don't have to tell him about werewolves if you're not ready or if you don't think he'll handle it well. There's other things you could talk about. Lacrosse, school, friends.

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