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Stiles had been hunting for a custom candle maker or perfume maker for essential oils. Tugging Scott along with him. Stiles was on a mission.“I only need pinewood.” -Stiles said, rolling the bottle of lavender oil in his hand.“Where do we find that?” -Scott was getting a little heady because of all the scents they’ve gone through.“Let’s just check the next store.” -Stiles fished his phone out.“What are you even making, Stiles?”“Just… drive, Scott.”Stiles just came back from his FBI internship. He’s on vacation right now. A lot had happened in Beacon Hills while he’s gone. They’ve made new enemies and new allies along the way.Scott picked up different chemosignals from his best friend all the while. From anxiety to excitement and happiness, then sadness and longing. Something is up with his best friend. Stiles won’t tell him. It bothers him a lot. Stiles is gathering scent oils.Scott sensed that there’s something else. Arriving at the last oils store and finally getting that pinewood oil, Stiles was finally satisfied. He then asked to be driven back home. Scott decided to hangout and observe his best friend mix the oil over and over again. Until he got the right mix.’Pinewood and lavender?’ -Scott kept thinking. He smelled that somewhere before or someone before…“Stiles! That scent… it’s Theo’s.” -Scott stood suddenly.“Yup. You’re still pretty slow about it with your werewolf senses.” Stiles applied some on his wrist before closing the bottle. “Is it the right mix? That’s the closest I could get.”It’s no secret to Scott that Stiles and Theo became pretty close to each other after the Anuk-ite incident. The threat of mortality affected all of them. Shifting their perspectives on things and people. Theo did pretty well redeeming himself. And Stiles appreciated it a lot. Especially when Theo kept watch on his dad while he’s in the internship. Theo charging it to ‘making it up to Stiles’ for all the schemes he pulled. They started chatting and calling each other. With Theo visiting him in Quantico a little too often. And Stiles sleeping over at Theo’s when he’s home on break from his internship.Scott wasn’t sure about it at first. But Stiles looked happy and healthier. Sleeping better even. And he never smelled the familiar scent of anxiety on Stiles when Theo is around. So Scott never said anything about it.“You could’ve just asked a shirt or sweater from Theo.”“I did. I have plenty of his shirts and some of his hoodies. But the scents faded off.”Stiles threw one shirt to Scott to prove his point. “The scent is still here, Stiles.” Scott throwing the shirt back to Stiles.“I’m not a werewolf, Scott. I can’t smell it anymore.” -Stiles placed the shirt on his pillow. “When will they be back though? It’s been 5 months!”“Deaton did say it would be a long errand.”Stiles slumped back on his bed. “Oh, I’m never letting Deaton bring my boyfriend on his personal errands after this.” Stiles swore as he took a sniff of the scent on his wrist.Scott smiled as he sat next to Stiles. He’s still getting used to Stiles calling Theo his boyfriend so openly. “You tell Deaton.”“Oh, I will… by the way… what do I smell like, Scott?”“Rosewood and vanilla.” -Theo said, stepping in from his window.Stiles immediately sat up. “Hey!”“Theo!” -Scott greeted him too.“What’s up, Scott?” -Theo acknowledged the alpha as he welcomed Stiles’s hug on him, getting nudged back a little bit, because Stiles was a little too eager. “Haha, someone missed me.” Theo squeezed Stiles in a hug.Stiles didn’t answer but just nuzzled Theo to smell him. The scent oil he made comes a little close but nothing compares to the real deal. Then he started kissing Theo’s neck.“Oh, I guess that’s my sign to leave.” -Scott“Yup, dude. Thanks for today. And yeah, it’s the sign to leave. Now.” -Stiles shooing him out. Theo just smiled at Scott, holding back a laugh.“Alright, alright.” -Scott just laughed on his way out. As he closed the door, he caught a glimpse of Stiles taking off Theo’s shirt, jumping onto Theo’s waist, and kissing him. With the chimera effortlessly catching him. “Whoa, damn! Stiles.”-+-+-+ ( complete ) +-+-+-