Author's Note: I love teen wolf but I am unfortunately dreading the season six spoilers regarding stydia. So this is my season 6 STALIA AU. This is a stand-alone story and doesn't fit into my To Save a Life Universe. Warning! contains spoilers and speculation for season six. No copyright infringement intended.

The clock is winding down. The Wild Hunt is coming for him. And Stiles has done everything he could think of to stop it. He's left his dad and his friends clues for when they come looking. Because even if they've forgotten him, he has to believe that somehow they will know to come looking for him. So right now he has a choice. He can sit in a circle of mountain ash and try to fight the inevitable or he can say goodbye to the people he loves. Stiles grabs his keys and starts for his Jeep. He's never been good at sitting still, anyway.

The whole town didn't forget him all at once. It's not like he woke up and everything was changed, it was subtle at first. It started with his school I.D. card not working, and coach forgetting his name in class. But things like that were fairly common. Then Scott started to forget when they had plans to hangout, and his phone got inexplicably disconnected. When he called his service provider about it they had no record of him…ever. Stiles was frustrated but chalked it up to a computer glitch.

Then Malia looked at him warily as she passed him in the hallway, like she didn't even know him anymore. And that stung. Even though they were broken up it wasn't like they weren't friends—it wasn't like he didn't still care. She hadn't looked at him like that since the day they found her in the woods. Back then her eyes had been wild with fear, it had taken him almost an hour before she would let him close enough to wrap her up in his sweater. Even then she'd snapped and snarled at him.

It made him ache for the way she used to look at him. For the warmth that used linger in those gorgeous eyes for him. He missed the way she always gravitated into his space. Everyone else she always gave a wide birth to. But him…she never had any concept of personal space when it came to him. He had always read that as trust. And he missed that. Missed her.

He tried to talk to her about it. To ask her what he'd done. But she just brushed past him and moved down the hall. Things started to go downhill fast after that. He couldn't log into his computer, his bank card was declined, none of the students recognised him and teachers kept asking him for his name.

He had run to Scott had grabbed him and shook him. He had tried to convince him that he knew him better than anyone. That he was his best friend. But Scott just stared at him confused and a little sympathetic. And he stood there and watched as Stiles was escorted out of school, like some crazy person.

His driver's license…student file…birth certificate had all vanished into thin air, there was no records—no evidence of him ever having existed. After that his face started disappearing from pictures. That's when he rushed to his dad for help—but even his dad didn't even recognize him. He had no idea who he was.

That's when the panic attack started. Lydia found him and managed to calm him down. She was the only one who still remembered him. This last week she has been the one that has kept him sane. She helped him investigate and figure out what was happening, that the Wild Hunt that was after him. He had saved her life a few months ago and now she was determined to save him. They had scoured for information. Turned over every rock for something, anything. Any way to hold them off. But there was no escaping the Wild Hunt. Lydia swore that she wouldn't stop trying…that she wouldn't give up.

She had left him in a circle of mountain ash and begged him to stay there, she promised she would find a way to save him. She was at the library now running down another lead. But Stiles knew that fighting the wild hunt was like fighting air, there was no point. And if he only had a few hours left then there were people he needed to see…things he needed to say.

He finds Melissa first. She's working a double shift at the hospital. He watches as she strides through the emergency ward with purpose. Always a consummate professional, carrying out her duties with compassion, resilience, and a no-nonsense attitude. She probably the strongest and most capable adult he's ever known.

As a single mom she's always had more than enough on her own plate, but she was always there for him. After his mom died, she was the one who sowed his Halloween costumes, and started hemming his jeans. She fussed with his hair when it got too long, and generally mothered him. And no matter how hard times were at the McCall house, there was always a chair for him at their dinner table. When he was younger and his dad was working, Melissa used to drive him to his lacrosse games. She would sit in the stands and take embarrassing pictures of him and Scott, and she would cheer for them, even if all they did was ride the bench.

And now she doesn't even remember his name. Like the rest of Beacon Hills she has no idea that he even existed. But he would never forget all the things she had done for him. And somehow he needed to tell her that.

Stiles snuck into the gift shop and stole a bouquet of lilies, right from under the clerk's nose. If he was cursed with being 'forgettable' then he might as well have a little fun with it while he can. He jots down a quick note on the card and walks up to the Nurse's desk. Melissa has her head down as she leafs through a chart. She holds up her finger without looking up and says,

"Young man, we're pretty slammed tonight. I'm sorry but it's probably going to be a long…" she lifts her head. "…wait." She gives him a curious once over. "I'm sorry but visiting hours are over. Would you like to leave those flowers here? I can make sure they are brought to the right room."

Stiles rocks back on his heels. "Actually, they're for you." Melissa's cheeks flush and her eyes widen slightly, she drops her pen and for the first time she gives him her undivided attention. Stiles rubs the back of his neck. "You probably don't remember this but—a long time ago I was at the hospital and my mom…" Stiles swallows back the tears and ducks his head. "…s-she—uh she couldn't be here with me…but you promised her that you'd stay with me. You told her that I'd never be alone. And you held my hand until my dad could get to the hospital." Stiles whispers.

Melissa's eyes soften on him. Stiles lifts his head, "I just uh—I wanted to say thanks for taking care of Me." he says sincerely as he holds out the lilies to her. Unshed tears shimmer in Melissa's eyes. As she takes the flowers from him, she reaches out and squeezes his hand.

"Well…I…y-you're welcome." She whispers, her voice unsteady, but sincere. The warmth of her hand on top of his in this moment is more comfort than he's had in days. It gives him a tiny flicker of hope that for a moment dispels the constant dread that twists in his stomach. He smiles at her weakly and drops his hand before he's temped to pull her into a fierce hug. He gives her one last glance, before he turns away from the desk. He shoves his hands in his pockets and walks away.

He wants to tell her the whole truth. That what he's really trying to thank her for is being there with him the night his mom died. She never let go of his hand. When his world was falling apart in that waiting room, it was her hand squeezing his, and her words whispered in his ear that held him together. He's thanking her for more than being just his best friend's mom…for being more than just a caring adult. He's thanking her for loving him. Stiles chokes down tears as he walks away.

Melissa sits down on the edge of her chair and watches as the young man walks away. Lilies are her favorite. She had been a nurse for over fourteen years and no one had ever brought her flowers before. And there was just something so hauntingly familiar about those expressive brown eyes of his. She plucked the card from the flowers and read it. Thanks for not letting go.

There's a twinge of something in her chest. She lifts her eyes to look at him once more. But he's already gone.