Scott had been putting out feelers for a job, checking with every vet he could find in the city to see if they needed anyone. It wouldn't be the same as working for Deaton, but it was what he had experience in, so it was a good place to start.

He spent the evening filling out the applications he'd gathered, sitting in a coffee shop for at least the illusion of company. They were all now tucked into a folder, ready to return to his prospective employers first thing tomorrow morning. He'd grabbed a burger and a milkshake, then taken a long walk, avoiding going home to the empty, dark apartment as long as he could manager.

Finally though, he'd sighed and started toward home--only to stop dead in his tracks as he caught an unexpected scent. He started following it, breaking into a jog until he turned a corner...and there they were. His nose hadn't been lying. Standing in front of him were Derek Hale and..."Stiles?" He broke into a wide grin at the sight of his best friend.