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Whose shirt is it?
Sciles Week day 7: What's yours is mine, what's mine is yours
Pairing: Scott/Stiles
Word count: 928
âDude, thatâs my shirt!â Stiles said, looking at the top Scott had on. Scott looked down at it, then back up at Stiles.
âUh, I donât know what you mean.â He said, looking around at his pack as they stood in his kitchen.
âThat shirt is totally mine. Iâve been looking for it for weeks. Have you had it the whole time?â Stiles demanded, moving closer.
âYou must have left it here, then. It was in my room.â Stiles narrowed his eyes at Scott.
âAnd you just didnât notice it was with your stuff this whole time or that it was mine when you pulled it out this morning? Even though Iâve been talking about trying to find it for weeks?â Scott bit his lip, trying to think of a better cover story.
âI thought you meant a different top.â Scott couldâve smacked himself.
âA different top? A different light blue top with a picture of the Beatles and the words The Beatles inside a cloud?â Stiles asked sarcastically.
âUm⌠yes?â Scott tried, and Stiles threw up his hands.
âJust tell me why you stole my shirt â â
âBecause it smells like you!â Scott blurted out, before his eyes widened in embarrassment.
âIt⌠what?â Stiles asked, confused and lost for words. In any other circumstances Scott would be proud of rendering Stiles speechless â it was a rare occurrence.
âIâŚâ Scott didnât know where to go from here.
âWell, I think thatâs our cue to leave.â Lydia piped up from behind Stiles, and Scott vaguely heard murmurs of assent from the rest of the pack as they moved out of the kitchen, and then out of the house. âWeâll just⌠meet you guys at the lake.â Lydia said before she followed.
It was spring break and the weather was nice, so they were heading up to Lydiaâs family lake house for the day. Well, that was the plan.
âWhat do you mean, it smells like me?â Stiles asked once they were alone, and Scott wanted to shrug the question off, but he knew Stiles wouldnât accept that. Stiles took his hand, giving it a squeeze. âCome on, Scott. Iâm not gonna make fun of you, just tell me.â
âI⌠I took it just after you escaped from Eichen House.â Scott admitted. âWe had no idea how to help you, save you, and you werenât youâ the last time Iâd seen you before you checked yourself in⌠you didnât smelllike yourself and after I couldnât believe I hadnât noticed that. But I think I was so happy you were back after going missing that I didnât want to question it. But you were gone again and I⌠I went to your room, I just wanted to⌠I donât know what I wanted, but this top was there and it smelled like you, and I missed you, so I⌠I took it.â
He stared at Stiles, who was looking sad now at the reminder of all they been through recently. It had been weeks since theyâd separated Stiles and the Nogitsune, destroying it, nearly losing Allison and Aiden to the Oni. Today was supposed to be a good day, a day for them to just be together as a pack and have fun. But when heâd gotten up that morning, for some reason, heâd needed that extra comfort heâd gotten from the shirt, so heâd slipped it on.
âI⌠Scott, you could have told me.â Stiles said, before pulling him into a hug. Scott clung to him, before Stiles pulled back slightly to press a quick kiss to Scottâs lips. âNow⌠does it have to be this top specifically, or is it just anything that smells like me?â
Scott looked at him, then down at the top.
âI mean, this is just the one I picked that day, and I just kept it. But I guess, it could be anything that smells like you â why?â
Stiles stepped back, then stripped off his top. Scottâs eyes widened.
âDude, what are you doing? Weâre in the kitchen and mumâs upstairs in bed!â Scott exclaimed, and Stiles chuckled.
âGet your mind out of the gutter, Scott. Now câmon â get that top off. Here.â He held out the top heâd just been wearing, and Scott realised what he was doing. He dropped his bag to the floor, then pulled the Beatles top off, holding it out for Stiles to take, and accepting the top Stiles held. He pulled it over his head, inhaling the smell of Stiles that clung to it â he realised it had really faded on the other top since he first found it.
âFrom now on, if you want one of my tops or anything that smells like me, just ask. Whatâs mine is yours.â Stiles said. âHmm, this kinda smells like you. Itâs nice.â
Scott smiled.
âWell, if whatâs yours is mine, whatâs mine is yours too.â Scott told him, and Stiles grinned at him.
âI like the sound of that.â Scott grinned back, before reaching out and snagging Stiles by the waist, pulling him back in for a kiss.
They were a little late to the lake, and they caught some ribbing from the rest of the pack especially since they had swapped shirts. But when Stiles glanced over at Scott when everyone was discussing some inane topic and saw Scott ducking his head to catch the scent that clung to the top, he smiled.
Heâd give Scott all of his shirts if it made him feel better, made him happy. And he knew Scott would do the same.
#sciles#sciles week#scilesweek 2021#sciles week 2021#scilesweek#scilesweek day 7#sciles week day 7#sciles relationship#sciles fluff#scott and stiles#scott mccall#stiles stilinski#mccall pack#teen wolf#teen wolf fanfiction
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A QPR Sciles Moodboard
For Day Four of @stilesrarepair week 2021 - prompt - Brotp
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UPDATED Summary of Stiles-ship fics on AO3 [(as of Aug 2, 2021), the first image is a graph with Sterek included in the line-up while the second image is without it (so you could actually see things better)]
This is by no means an exhaustive list of all possible Stiles pairs. And I havenât excluded fics tagging them as secondary/background pairings.
Also Iâve found people were getting weird about âgrossâ being in the graphs themselves, so please understand Iâm using it in a NUMERICAL sense, such as gross income, and NOT a judgmental way
ship / gross # fics (change since 2020) sterek / 65078 (+5423) steter /Â 8635 (+1747) stydia /Â 4490 (+327) sciles /Â 3561 (+188) stackson /Â 1616 (+145) stalia /Â 1354 (+48) stisaac /Â 1267 (+70) steo /Â 1049 (+212) stanny /Â 828 (+37) stargent /Â 701 (+149) stallison /Â 414 (+18) starrish /Â 349 (+33) sterica /Â 338 (-5) stoyd /Â 290 (+8) stora /Â 267 (+3) steucalion / 245 (+37) stiam / 159 (+29) stira / 69 (+3)
The notable changes since 2020:
Steo continues to rapidly grow, and at this rate it may overtake Stisaac
Stargent is also growing and may overtake Stanny soon
Starrish rises above Sterica
I have no idea how or why Sterica has a negative change, but it makes me sad
Me @ Stira: nice
Thereâs Stiles Rare Pair Week this year in October, in case youâre interested in affecting the numbers
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Thank you to everyone that participated in Scott McCall Week 2021!! We received over 70 entries this year and have been so delighted to see the amazing works youâve created to celebrate Scott. đ Below is a round up of all of the contributionsâdays 2-7 are under the cut!
If weâve missed a post by you, feel free to send us an ask, and weâll add it.
Thank you again for helping make this event so successful, and we look forward to hosting more events in the future!
Day One: What Kind of Alpha You Are
Favourite Quote - gifset by @scintalla
Ten Years Already - fic by @domesticated-feral
Scott Portrait - fanart by @nacreousgore
Scott in the Clinic - fic by @queenofmoons67
What Did You Think We Were Gonna Do - gifset by @sceoedits
They Call it a True Alpha - gifset by @momentofmemory
An Open Wound - photoset by @spikeface
Favorite Quotes/Decisions - gifset by @aphroditegifs
What Kind of Alpha - fic by @dw-writes
Not Anything Like I Used to Be - fic by @daughterofluthien
Iâm a True Alpha - photoset by @jacyevans
Fear of the Dark - fic by @liliaeth
Ten Things Scott McCall Canât Say - fic by @princeescaluswords
Alpha Scott - moodboard by @clotpolesonly
An Alpha, Not the Alpha - fic by @lpwrites
On the Nature of... (chapter 1)Â - fic by @mitch-pell
Consistency is the True Foundation of Trust (nsfw) - fic by @mzkora
Day Two: I Look for my Friends
Nemesis: Scott & Deucalion - gifset by @dead-fandom-support-group
Friendship: Scott & Lydia - gifset by @scintalla
Friendship: Scott & Stiles - fanvid by @livingbythewords
Growing Distant (and coming back together lik Magnets) - fic by @domesticated-feral
Serious Business - fan art by @nacreousgore
Nemesis: Scott & Peter - gifset by @aphroditegifs
Nemesis: A Wolf Bit You - photoset by @spikeface
You Always Say the Words that Save My Life - playlist by @a-lil-bi-furious
Loving by Halves is Not in my Nature - fic by @mzkora
Everyone Lives AU - fic by @dw-writes
Friendship: Scott & Erica - fic by @lpwrites
Like a Tattoo - photoset by @jacyevans
Like a Father to You - gifset by @momentofmemory
On the Nature of... (chapter 2) - fic by @mitch-pell
Day Three: Iâm the Hot Girl
Scira Romantic Scene - gifset by @scintalla
Sciles Apocalypse - moodboard and fic by @domesticated-feral
First Dates - gifset by @aphroditegifs
Iâm Not Going to Turn You Into a Deer - photoset by @spikeface
Please Donât Sleep in the Chair - gifset by @dead-fandom-support-group
Thereâs a Part of Me No One Else has Known - playlist by @a-lil-bi-furious
We Were in the Gold Room - photoset by @jacyevans
Scira Parallels - gifset by @momentofmemory
Scira sick!fic - fic by @queenofmoons67
On the Nature of... (chapter 3) - fic by @mitch-pell
Day Four: Whatâs So Special About Scott McCall
On the Nature of... (chapter 4) Â - fic by @mitch-pell
I Was Just Looking at Your Eyes - gifset by @momentofmemory
Everyone Lives AU - fic by @dw-writes
Scott McCall Appreciation Week - Day 4 - fic by @lpwrites
Favorite Close-ups - gifset by @aphroditegifs
Roxy and Scott - fanart by @domesticated-feral
Scott McCall Appreciation WeekâDay 4âShipping (nsfw) - fic by @mzkora
No, I Mean You (Itâs Gotta Be You) - playlist by @a-lil-bi-furious
Shifted Scott - fanart by @nacreousgore
Favorite Outfits - gifset by @scintalla
Day Five: Entropy at Work
fire and ice - gifset by @momentofmemory
Favorite Contrast - gifset by @aphroditegifs
On the Nature of... (chapter 5) - fic by @mitch-pell
My Heart Races Whenever I Look at You - fic by @domesticated-feral
Firefly/Teen Wolf AU - fic concept by @mzkora
Favorite Parallels - gifset by @scintalla
Day Six: A Certain Potential
Unsainted - fic by @livingbythewords
Hotel California - gifset by @momentofmemory
Eggs and Toilet Paper Rolls - fic by @domesticated-feral
Scott McCall Appreciation WeekâDay 6âPost Series (nsfw) - fic by @mzkora
Favorite Season - gifset by @scintalla
On the Nature of... (chapter 6) - fic by @mitch-pell
Scott and Stiles Being in Sync - gifset by @dead-fandom-support-group
Day Seven: Dealerâs Choice
On the Nature of... (chapter 7) - fic by @mitch-pell
Scott McCall Appreciation Week - Day 7 - fic by @lpwrites
Scottâs Death (extended) - If I Canât Even Breathe - fanvid by @momentofmemory
Your Faithless Loveâs the Only Hoax I Believe In - playlist by @a-lil-bi-furious
Rabid Steroid-Induced Dog - fic by @domesticated-feral
whatâs a soulmate - gifset by @scintalla
youâre still only human - moodboard by @livingbythewords
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Sciles Week Day 1 @scilesweek
Site: AO3
Work Title: Sciles Week 2021
Author: Sees_writes
Chapter 1
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Teachers
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In kindergarten, Ms. Harris was overjoyed to see the new boy, Stiles Stilinski, befriend the quiet dark haired boy in her class, Scott McCall. The hyperactive boy seemed to be able to pull Scott out of his shell and she even saw the McCall boy laugh.
By second grade, the boys had gained a reputation among the yard ladies and the teachers. The two were inseparable it seemed. They played together at recess, they worked together in class, and when Scott couldnât participate in a certain activity because of his asthma, Stiles would sit out to stay with him.
By the 4th grade, teachers learned to be wary of the two. Even with them in separate classes, they still managed to cause trouble. They even went as far as sneaking into the other class when the teachers werenât looking.
It was strange to some of the teachers, how these two stuck together. Usually in elementary, kids change friends every day. They explore new people and new experiences. But Scott and Stiles seemed perfectly content to stick with each other. On occasion, they roped a few other kids into their games as well. One of their main accomplices was a boy named Theo Raeken. But even then, they remained tight.
By middle school, the teachers learned to fear the two boys. When they were in a class together, they were bound to cause a rocus. Separating them to opposite sides of the classroom seemed like the safest bet, but then the teachers realized that they caused even more of a rocus. They also noticed that oneâs grades lowered when they were separated. It seemed that even though they were loud, one of them listened. That one was the dark haired McCall boy. Scott seemed to be the calm to Stiles whirlwind. So, they grudgingly stuck them back together.
By high school, their antics had lessened, but the teachers still looked out for them. Trouble usually followed the two friends. Be it pranks, or unexplained disasters. They watched silently as the group that sat near them at lunch grew. The group that seemed to act more like a family than a high school clique. But at the center of their group, they always saw Scott and Stiles.
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Parents
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Melissa was a little surprised when her quiet kid piped up one day that heâd made a friend at school. She smiled and congratulated him. She had no idea yet what she had just gotten into.
Hanging out at school soon turned to playdates. Play dates soon turned to sleep overs. Sleep overs turned to fearing what part of her house was going to get broken next.
Sheâd been a little wary when she first met the stilinski boy, he had high energy and seemed to bounce around her as she talked to his father, the sheriff.
She was worried that this boy was going to cause her asthamtic one harm. But then she saw how Scott acted around him. He seemed to have more energy. She also noticed how Stiles slowed down so Scott could keep up.
Noah and Claudia were worried that Stiles was going to struggle to make friends at school. Not because he wasnât social, but because he was a little over social. He had high energy, and Claudia already thought that she knew what caused their sonâs erratic behavior. But when he came home and babbled on and on about the boy heâd met at school, they were thrilled.
They had been a little perplexed upon meeting Scott, he was quiet and clearly not very social. But he listened to Stilesâ fast paced speech with intent interest and actually seemed to make sense of it. Claudia noticed that Stiles seemed calmer when Scott was there.
Noah saw how Scott was there for Stiles when he worried about his motherâs health. He saw how Scott hugged him after Claudiaâs death and how Scott kept Stiles from drawing into himself.
He saw how slowly, Scott seemed to step up to defend Stiles more and calmed him when needed.
He remembered when he had been called to school one day when Stiles was in 6th grade because he had suffered from a panic attack. Heâd walked into the nurses room to find Stiles seated on one of the beds, and Scott was seated right next to him.
The nurse explained that Stiles had been in math when it happened, and Scott had helped him calm down while the teacher got the nurse.
Noah had ushered Stiles out before turning to Scott.
âHow did you calm him down?â
âI did some research on panic attacks.â He looked up at the sheriff. âI did it after Stiles told me he gets them sometimes. I-I just wanted to be ready if he ever had one.â
Noah had patted him on the back and thanked him.
Now, both Melissa and Noah had to go to sleep each night, knowing that supernatural creatures roamed the night, and their kids were neck deep in the problems that brought.
Theyâd feared that these problems would taint their sonsâ relationship, but then, they had been in the hospital, they had been standing outside of the MRI room, they had seen how Scott latched his arms tight around Stiles and Stiles and gripped onto Scott like he was his last life line.
Theyâd known, right then, that their bond was unshakable.
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Strangers
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Those that had grown up around Scott and Stiles found it hard to remember a time when they werenât together.
Those driving on the road saw the two teenagers rocking out in a beat up old blue jeep and hoped to god they were smart enough not to crash.
Some people believed that they were dating and had been for years. Others thought they were related, until they realized that one of them had clear hispanic descent and the other didnât.
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Friends
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Allison knew of Stiles. He was Scottâs friend. But it didnât take her long to realise that she was in fact sharing Scott with Stiles.
When she would ask him if he was free that night, heâd check with Stiles before replying. If she wanted to hang out with him at lunch, sheâd usually have to compete with Stiles for Scottâs attention. If there was a supernatural disaster, sheâd almost always find Scott shoving her and Stiles back behind him.
Not even her and Lydia were that inseparable. But she also realized that Stiles seemed to care about Scott as much as she did. So if she wanted to check in on Scott, sheâd call Stiles. She knew that he would probably tell Stiles more about his condition than he would tell her, all because he didnât want her to worry.
When Stiles had gone missing, she didnât think she had ever seen Scott as frantic and desperate as he had been that night.
Liam had been confused when the two juniors had come and interrogated him on the first day of lacrosse tryouts. Heâd been terrified when one of them had turned monstrous and fought another monstrous thing on the roof of the hospital, before kidnapping him. Heâd been down right dumbfounded when the second junior had shown up and not looked in any way shape or form, surprised.
Now that he knew both Scott and Stiles, he realized thatâs just how they were. Thatâs how they handled their lives and their problems. One came up with the plan and then the other showed up the plan went up in flames to create an even worse plan.
But one thing he noticed was that they balanced each other. Stiles was the one that questioned everything and everyone. Scott was the one that was willing to trust and give people second chances. Together they had taught him how to stay in control. Together, they had come up with the plans to take down the most recent supernatural creature. Together, they seemed unstoppable.
Malia had been perplexed when sheâd first met Scott. She remembered having best friends back when she was younger. She remembered playing together and telling each other secrets, she hadnât thought that same thing transferred over to boys as well. She definitely had not seen two guy best friends as comfortable around each other as Scott and Stiles were.
At first sheâd thought that Scott and Stiles were actually together, but when sheâd brought it up to Stiles, he had stared at her in shock.
âNo, I am definitely not dating Scott.â
âAre you sure.â
âYes!â
âWould you date him?â
Stiles opened his mouth to respond before pausing.
âI mean, he is good looking and definitely boyfriend material-â
Malia rolled her eyes and cut him off by kissing him.
She felt a fierce protectiveness for Stiles, but she soon realized that Scott carried that same protective nature. That was the first step she took to trusting him. She realized that yes Scott loves Stiles, just not romantically.
The more time she spent around Stiles, the more she picked up on where his habits blended with Scottâs. It didnât take her long to realize that the two were basically family.
Lydia had been seeing Scott and Stiles together since elementary school. They were the two that no one could seem to separate. Sheâd hardly noticed it carry over into high school, not until sheâd befriended Allison. The more time she spent around them, the more she realized the depth of their friendship. She and Allison had a strong bond, but it was paled in comparison to the one Scott and Stiles carried.
This fact became extremely apparent to her the night that Stiles walked into a pool of gasoline as Scott held a lit flare.
Sheâd watched them keep each other afloat after the Nemeton forever tainted their souls.
Lydia had been surprised that her banshee intuition hadnât been alerted when Theo tore through their bond. She didnât know what had happened after Theo attacked her in the library, but she had known that the pack had fallen apart, but the first people to reconnect had been Scott and Stiles.
Looking back, she realized that Scott had been the first to feel the wrongness when Stiles had been taken by the Wild Hunt. She remembers watching Scott climb into a cooling tank to access memories of his friend. She and Malia both remember watching him almost drown in his memories of Stiles.
She hadnât seen their reunion in the hospital, but she remembered the way that Scott always watched Stiles. The way that he tracked him and feared losing sight of him. She knew, because she was doing something similar.
Their pack all accepted that Scott and Stiles were the parents of the group and they all agreed that they were definitely a married couple. Their whole friend group was very close knit, but they all knew that it started with Scott and Stiles.
#sciles week#sciles#sciles week day one#teen wolf#scott mccall#stiles stilinski#bromance#see's writes
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Claudia Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Alan Deaton, Chris Argent Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Sciles Week 2021, POV Outsider, my beta says I can't call this tooth rotting fluff, but it's very fluffy for me Summary:
Five guardian's perspectives on Scott and Stiles through years of their relationship.
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Sciles Week 2021 came to an End
Hello there, Sciles Enthusiasts!
Thank you so much to all of you that participated in Sciles Week 2021!!! We were so happy to see all those works, it was a joy to see our timeline filled with so much love for these boys, so thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!!
Even though Sciles Week ended, we will still be receiving late prompt fills, if you didn't have the time or couldn't finish your piece in time, no worries, we will still be receiving them until the end of September.
Just a little request to those that posted their works on AO3, to remember to put them on the Sciles Week Collection. At the end of September, we are going to post a Masterlist of all works done for Sciles Week 2021, and it will be easier to find all works done in AO3.
So, at any time you post your work remember to tag us @scilesweek and to tag the event #scilesweek, if we for a reason miss yours, just PM/Ask us!
This event isnât exclusively shippy, no, we are here for all relationships Sciles can have, platonic, romantic, or otherwise! Feel free to go feral with your headcanons for them. :D
If you donât feel inspired by any of these prompts, no problem! You can still create your stories/fanarts/edits and place them in our collections or tag the event and us. We are open for any and all loving for these two!
To be easy to identify whatâs the prompt youâre going for, remember to also tag: Day [number] - [name of the prompt]
Some links to remember:
Sciles Week Collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/ScilesWeek
Remember to always give a look into our rules here: https://scilesweek.tumblr.com/post/645125162194386944/rulesandguidelines
If you need some more detailed info on the prompts and you missed the post, visit it here: https://scilesweek.tumblr.com/post/658690032331325440/hello-sciles-enthusiasts-i-cant-believe-its
Direct link for submissions: https://scilesweek.tumblr.com/submit
So least, but not less important, stay tuned to our Tumblr, because more things will come!
#scilesweek#sciles#Scott McCall#Stiles Stilinski#teen wolf#thank you so much for participating#let's show some love for these two dumbasses
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Best Road Trip Ever
Sciles Week Day 3: Road Trip
Pairing: Scott/Stiles
Word Count: 4416
âCome on Scott!â Stiles yelled up the stairs, resisting the urge to tap his foot in impatience. The jeep was packed, except for Scottâs belongings, and they were meant to be on the road nearly an hour ago.
Of course, that was before Liam had called Scott in a panic about⌠something. Stiles had his suspicions that nothing had actually been wrong other than Liamâs fear of something happening while Scott and Stiles were gone.
âScotty!â He yelled again, and was about to start up the stairs when he heard footsteps.
âIâm coming, Iâm coming. Geez, calm down.â
Scott came hurrying down the stairs, full bag slung over his shoulder and a wide grin on his face. Stiles answered it with his own grin.
âRoad trip Scotty!â Stiles greeted with a yell when Scott reached the bottom of the stairs.
âRoad trip!!â Scott yelled right back, still grinning. Stiles spun on his foot and headed for the front door, Scott following behind. When Scott paused to lock up the house behind him, Stiles took the bag off him, heading to the jeep to stash the bag with his right in the back.
Slightly closer to the front were the bags with snack and drinks for the drive, well the first part of the drive anyway â Stiles wasnât under the impression this lot of snacks would last all that long with both him and Scott in the car.
Scott hopped into the passenger seat just as Stiles was sliding behind the wheel, turning the keys in the ignition and listening with a smile as Roscoe started up with no fuss.
âItâs so weird.â Scott said, looking at him, and Stiles raised an eyebrow in question. âSeeing you just start the jeep with no issues every time after so many years of having to fight to start it, and constantly having to check under the hood.â
Stiles nodded, but kept grinning. It had taken a lot of time and money, but once high school had ended, and the threats to their town and their lives had started to die down, Stiles had been able to shift his focus to getting a job and attending college. In the end both Scott and Stiles had chosen to attend the local college, allowing them to stay home and both save money on rent if theyâd gone to an expensive city and been around to help out with any supernatural issues that came up.
Scott had increased his hours with Deaton and had initially poured the extra income into helping his mum with getting the house fixed up (although Argent had helped with that too â he wasnât just handy with multiple weapons, who knew?). Stiles on the other hand had used his new found income to help first with medical bills then finally, finally getting Roscoe a proper mechanic.
Their last year of college they had both been saving for this. The road trip they had talked about for years, that they had originally planned for right after high school but had had to put on the backburner as other things took precedence (and they really lacked the funds for it). But now, four years later they both finally felt it would be safe enough for them to leave for a few weeks and were finally in a position to be able to afford to do it.
The plans for this road trip had been set mostly back when they were pre-teens but they hadnât changed much since then. They would be gone for a little over five weeks, heading down through California stopping at first at Yosemite, then heading across to the coast to San Francisco and making their way south along the coast until they hit LA. They were spending just over a week in LA then heading into Arizona to see the grand canyon and finally hitting Vegas.
Honestly, Stiles wasnât sure which part he was most excited about. He knew which part he was least excited about.
âAre you sure I canât talk you out of the whole camping in Yosemite thing?â He asked as they got on the road out of Beacon Hills. Scott just laughed at him.
âCome on man, it was your idea.â He reminded Stiles, who just huffed.
âYeah, when I was twelve! I think Iâm allowed to change my mind.â He glanced over at Scott who was shaking his head.
âWell, too bad. Iâve been looking forward to camping in Yosemite for the last ten years and youâre not gonna change my mind.â Stiles grumbled under his breath, but didnât continue arguing â he knew Scott was looking forward to being able to spend some time out in nature that wasnât the preserve with all its history and bad memories. Stiles was also looking forward to it, just not the camping bit.
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The first night of their road trip, they realised that they had both severely underestimated how cold it would get overnight in Yosemite. Although it wasnât really an issue for Scott, with his core temperature running higher than an average humanâs since the bite, it was definitely an issue for Stiles who still, even after nearly five years after the Nogitsune, had periods of time where he struggled to get warm.
When they had first slipped into the tent and their sleeping bags, Stiles had been ok â it had been a warm day, and they spent nearly two hours exploring Yosemite before setting up camp and making their fire. But now, nearly an hour after lying down to sleep, Stiles was still awake and was starting to shiver. Heâd already gotten up to pull on a second pair of socks and a jumper but to no avail.
âStiles?â Stiles nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Scottâs voice â heâd been so sure he was asleep. As he rolled over, Scott flicked on one of their torches.
âUm, yeah?â He responded, trying to be casual about it, hoping Scott hadnât noticed the shaking.
âYouâre freezing, arenât you?â Scott asked, right to the point. Stiles briefly considered lying to him, but then he knew Scott would be able to tell. Even before becoming a werewolf Scott had almost always been able to tell when Stiles was lying.
âYeah. Sorry, I didnât mean to wake you up or â â
âShut up, Stiles. Ok, just unzip your sleeping bag.â Scott told him, already crawling out of his own sleeping bag and opening it up. Stiles stared at him for a moment then moved to do the same. When he was done, Scott simply held out his hand for it, so Stiles passed it over. It took him a few tries, but eventually Scott got the sleeping bags zipped together, grinning triumphantly at Stiles, who just stared at him.
âCome on, in you get.â Stiles sighed and moved across to where Scott held up the sleeping bag. He crawled in quickly, and curled up on one side to leave room for Scott, who crawled in behind him then flicked the torch back off.
Stiles tried to keep himself curled up on one side of the sleeping bag, but after a few minutes and more shivering, Scott just let out a huff and slid up behind Stiles, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him in close.
âJust, stop being stupid. You need to get warm, and I want to sleep so no complaining.â Scott told him, and Stiles sighed, then let his body relax. As the shivers started to subside and Stiles felt himself start to warm, he gave in and actively snuggled back into Scottâs warmth, felt Scott tighten his hold and shift slightly to a more comfortable position.
âThanks Scott.â He whispered and he swore he could feel Scottâs eye roll.
âAny time Stiles. Get some sleep, weâve got a lot of hiking to do tomorrow.â
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The next two nights in the tent were spent the same way â Stiles had tried to separate the sleeping bags before bed on the second night before Scott came in, took one look at the scene and just stared at Stiles until he stopped.
They both changed into their comfy sleep clothes â Stiles even left off the second pair of socks and jumper as the first night had ended with him waking up sweating from the combination of the layers and Scottâs body heat.
Again, Stiles crawled into the sleeping bag first, followed by Scott. Instead of turning the torches straight off, however, Scott left them on, poking Stiles on the shoulder till he rolled over.
âSo, we hit the giant sequoias today, you still up for Yosemite Valley in the morning?â Scott asked, and Stiles nodded.
âYeah, of course. Itâs really nice â reminds me of when we were really into camping back in elementary school.â Stiles said, thinking back. Of course, most of their camping had happened in their backyards, but Stilesâ dad had taken them hiking a few times in the preserve and a few other areas just outside of Beacon Hills.
âI love it here.â Scott admitted. âItâs nice to just walk through the forest and not be waiting for something to jump out or remembering thatâs where the hunters almost got me, or thatâs where I was bitten.â
âI get it. And I mean, I totally have my limits on how long I could spend out here, but itâs nice being here. Iâm really glad you insisted on keeping Yosemite on the road trip.â Stiles admitted.
âEven with the camping?â Scott asked teasingly, and Stiles rolled his eyes.
âEven with the camping. Itâs⌠not as bad as I thought it would be.â Stiles averted his gaze as he said this, and Scott was about to shoot out a teasing remark when something about Stilesâ face had him hesitating. Stiles was rarely shy or hesitant around him â in fact, the only time Stiles wasnât completely up front with him was if he was embarrassed by something, and that something usually had something to do with Scott himself.
The last time heâd been like this had been⌠when heâd admitted to Scott he was bisexual, their first year of college. Not that Scott had been completely surprised (there were only so many comments or jokes Stiles could make before Scott started thinking there was something behind them). But that hadnât been the cause of the embarrassment â it had been the fact that he had, at one point, had a crush on Scott. Now, given Stilesâ hesitation in sharing the sleeping bags last night and again tonightâŚ
The possibility had Scott pausing, and a fluttering sensation occurring in his stomach. Over the last year of college Scott had started to realise that he might not necessarily be quite as straight as heâd always thought, although heâd never really found a guy that did more than just catch his eye in a fleeting, heâs cute kind of way. Thinking about Stiles that way, for the first time, well that was different. That was more than a fleeting kind of feeling. But it was one that he wasnât going to just act on rashly â more than anything, Stiles was his best friend and Scott was never going to do anything to put that in jeopardy, so this would take some consideration.
âWell Iâm glad that my need to â how did you put it? Commune with nature? â isnât ruining the road trip for you.â He said softly, giving Stiles a small smile when he finally looked back up. Stiles smiled in return, and rolled his eyes.
âYeah, yeah. I still say that youâll be agreeing with me when we hit San Francisco and a real bed in a nice, warm hotel with indoor plumbing and a roof.â Stiles told him, and Scott laughed.
âBig baby.â Scott teased and Stiles huffed and rolled over to show Scott his back. Scott just laughed, reached out to flick off the torches then settled in, reaching out an arm to wrap around Stilesâ waist and pulling him in close to keep him warm.
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Two days later, they reached San Francisco in the early afternoon and Stiles was incredibly thankful heâd had Roscoe fixed up properly because the Roscoe of high school would neverhave survived the hills.
âSo, itâs too early to check in to the hotel, and weâre booked for Alcatraz tomorrow, any preference for what we do today?â Stiles asked as he tried to navigate his way into the city.
âLetâs go see the Golden Gate Bridge and the Presidio.â Scott said, looking at their list of places on his phone. He knew that Stiles was desperate to see the Yoda fountain and the other Star Wars stuff that was supposed to be in the nearby building, plus it was a great day for seeing the bridge weather wise.
âYou sure?â Stiles asked, but Scott could already see that he was practically vibrating with excitement. Their top two places to visit â Alcatraz and the Presidio â were Stilesâ choices and after Yosemite Scott was more than willing to let Stiles lead this part of the trip.
âYeah. Come on, Iâm sure you like memorised the best way to get there and where to park so letâs go.â Stiles shot him a grin, double checked what street they were on and, as he continued to drive, started humming the Star Wars theme under his breath. Scott rolled his eyes at the lack of subtlety but smiled.
When they finally made it to the Presidio, the first thing they did, of course, was head straight for the Yoda fountain, Stiles practically dragging Scott along in his enthusiasm.
âOh my god Scott!! There it is, look at it.â Scott tried to hide his wince at the high pitched tone of Stilesâ voice caused by his excitement.
âIt sure is buddy.â He responded.
âOk, can you try to show at least a little more enthusiasm and respect for the awesomeness that is the Yoda fountain?â Stiles asked, giving Scott a small glare. âI know you fail to appreciate the amazing work of George Lucas and the brilliance of this franchise but I will not have you disrespecting Yoda like that.â
âWoah, ok calm down. No disrespect, I promise. Hey, youâre getting a photo with the fountain right?â Scott asked and smiled when the diversion tactic worked. Stiles nodded and as soon as a family moved away from the fountain he bounded over, turning to face Scott with a massive grin on his face. Scott took a couple of photos, and was about to put his phone away when Stiles held out his hand to stop him.
âExcuse me, do you mind taking a photo of us?â He asked a couple who looked to be waiting to take photos themselves. The girl nodded and Stiles smiled, gesturing for Scott to hand over the phone, then come and stand next to him.
âCome on Scotty, I know you donât care but I need proof you were here too. Kira will never believe me.â Stiles told him and Scott just shook his head, handing over his phone and making his way over to Stiles.
Stiles threw his arm around his shoulder, shuffling them when the girl indicated they were in front of the fountain. Scott just let Stiles move him around, grinning at him the whole time.
âYou two make a really cute couple.â The girl told him when she handed back his phone. Scott felt a blush rise up his cheeks and he shifted his gaze quickly over towards Stiles to see if heâd heard. Stiles and her boyfriend were currently standing at the fountain geeking out at it, and Stiles seemed completely oblivious to the comment.
âUh, thanks. And thanks for the photos.â He said, and she just smiled at him, giving him a nod.
âSally! Come on, our turn!â Scott and the girl turned at the voice, and Scott saw Sallyâs boyfriend gesturing for her as Stiles made his way over to Scott. He held out a phone to Scott who took it with a questioning look.
âI told Jake weâd take their photos for them, but youâre usually better so you do it.â Stiles said with a shrug, so Scott pocketed his phone and then took their photos for them.
Once they were done, Scott handed back the camera and after another round of thanks they went their separate ways. As they walked, Stiles chatting on about Star Wars trivia and the fountain, Scott wondered why he hadnât corrected Sally when sheâd referred to them as a couple. When sheâd said it, heâd had a fleeting moment of panic then a warm feeling in his chest. He looked over at Stiles who was waving his hands as he spoke and Scott reached out to pull Stiles close to him just before he walked into a bench.
âWhat⌠oh, thanks dude.â Stiles said, smiling at Scott before continuing his one-sided discussion. Scott continued listening as they walked, keeping his eye on their path and
occasionally reaching out to steer Stiles out of the way of obstacles until they reached the area of the Presidio that provided them with an amazing view of the Golden Gate Bridge.
He wanted to talk to Stiles about the assumption the girl had made, the moment in the tent the other night, but he needed to sort through his own feelings and thoughts first to make sure he wouldnât end up doing something that hurt Stiles or damaged their friendship.
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Nearly a week later the boys were once again on the road, heading down the coast towards LA. They had spent three days exploring San Francisco, followed by a couple of lazy days in a small coastal town with nice beaches. Scott had had a great time in San Francisco, mostly just letting Stiles take the lead, letting his happiness and enthusiasm buoy Scottâs spirits. And the beach had been amazing â it was a quiet town without many tourists so the boys had been able to enjoy the beach without have to fight with crowds of people.
His thoughts kept slipping back to Sallyâs comment and thoughts of him and Stiles however, and now that they were in the car, just the two of them for a few hours, he wasnât sure heâd be able to stop Stiles from noticing something was up.
Sure enough, nearly an hour into the drive, Stiles pulled over to a rest stop, turned off the engine and shifted to look at Scott.
âOk, whatâs up?â Stiles asked, straight to the point.
âWhat do you mean?â Scott asked trying to deflect â from the narrowing of Stilesâ eyes it didnât work.
âYouâve been acting weird since the day we got to San Francisco. I figured youâd talk when you were ready but itâs been like three days already so what gives?â
âI⌠you know in freshman year of college, when you told me you were bi?â Scott started, watched as Stilesâ face became wary. He nodded slowly.
âYeah.â
âWell⌠The second night in the tent in Yosemite I was thinking about that, when you said you⌠that you had feelings for me at some point â â
âYeah, but you know that I wasnât like faking being cold or anything to just get you to share â â
âNo, Stiles of course I know that! Thatâs not what I meant. I mean â â Scott cut himself off, took a deep breath and then let it out. âOk. So, that night I wasnât thinking about what youâd told me in a bad way, I was thinking about it like, like I was thinkingabout it. And then when we were at the fountain, the Yoda fountain, that girl, Sally, she told me we were a cute couple and I couldnât â I couldnât stop thinking about it.â
âCouldnât stop thinking aboutâŚâ Stiles trailed off, looking at him.
âAbout us. As a couple.â They sat in silence for nearly two minutes after that statement, just staring at each other.
âAnd what have you been thinking? I mean, Scott, youâre straight. Arenât you? â
âI donât⌠I donât think so. I mean, Iâve never been really attracted to a guy before but Iâm starting to think thatâs because I was looking in the wrong places.â Scott said softly.
âAnd now?â Stiles asked, just as soft.
âNow, I know Iâm definitely not one hundred percent straight. Thereâs one guy in particular thatâs finally caught my eye and I think⌠I think itâs taken me long enough to realise it.â Scott told him, and after a momentâs hesitation, he reached out a hand to Stiles.
Stiles looked at it, then back up at Scott and after his own momentary hesitation he reached out with his own hand to take it.
âAre you⌠are you serious about this, Scott? Cause I canât â â
âThatâs why Iâve been, how did you put it? Weird. Iâve been thinking about it, just trying to make sure that what I was feeling was real, that I was really sure about it before I said anything.â Scott told him, giving his hand a squeeze.
âSo are you? Sure?â Stiles asked, sounding like he was afraid to hear the answer. Scott looked down at their joined hands, thought for a moment and then looked back up.
âYeah, yeah I am sure. I want this Stiles. Us. And Iâm sorry if itâs â â Whatever Scott was about to say was cut off as Stiles leant across the centre console and pressed his lips against Scottâs.
Scott was shocked for about five seconds, then responded. And he had to admit, there may have been a tiny bit of him still in doubt before, but now, kissing Stiles â he knew this is what he wanted. Nothing had felt this right, and no kiss had ever gone straight to his head (or other areas) like that.
When Stiles pulled back, Scott just smiled at him.
âStill one hundred percent sure.â Scott told him, and Stiles grinned back.
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Four days later they stood in the middle of a crowd, looking for the most likely suspect to take their photo for them. Then, Stiles spotted someone.
âOh my god, Jake!â He called out, waving his hand in the air frantically and Scott looked around, laughing when he spotted Sally and Jake.
âStiles?â Jake called out, pulling Sally in their direction. âMan, what are the chances?â
âI know, right? Man I canât believe the star wars area isnât open yet, itâs gonna be so cool! But we did Star Tours and the Jedi Training â I wish Space Mountain was still themedâ Stiles said, and Scott smiled and rolled his eyes, catching Sallyâs eye and laughing with her.
âWell this could take a while.â She said, nodding at their boyfriends â and wow, that was amazing to think.
âYeah. Stiles is still not over the fact that I didnât find the movies as amazing as he does when he finally got me to sit down at watch them.â
âJakeâs the same â I honestly did wonder early on if Jake was going to break it off with me because of it.â
âStiles has threatened to end our friendship I donât even know how many times because of Star Wars.â
âYour friendship? I thought you two â oh my god, Iâm sorry!â Sally said, looking horrified and Scott laughed.
âNo, no â I mean, when you said we were a cute couple last week at the Presidio, we werenât, but now â actually, if you hadnât said that we might not have talked about it so, thank you.â Scott told her, and she looked at him, puzzled, then smiled.
âWow. I mean, youâre welcome? You really do make a cute couple.â She repeated.
âWe do, donât we?â Stiles said, coming up behind them with Jake, nearly making Sally jump in surprise. âScotty, guess what? Jake said a cast member told him Chewbacca is gonna be out for a meet and greet in like an hour, we have to go. Oh, and theyâre going to comic con too!â
Scott grinned at his boyfriend, then shared a smile of exasperated fondness with Sally. The rest of their day was spent with Sally and Jake â after their obligatory couple shots in front of the castle, and a group shot once Sally spotted a nice looking lady who agreed to take some photos for them all.
After the evening fireworks, they went their separate ways as they headed back to their hotels, promising to meet up at comic con in a few days since Sally and Jake were on their last day at Disneyland.
Scott and Stiles walked back up to their hotel â it was about a twenty minute walk, but Scott enjoyed it, semi-quiet after the noise of Disneyland all day.
âI canât believe we just ran into them again like that.â Stiles commented, leaning his head on Scottâs shoulder for a second as they walked.
âYeah, it was pretty unlikely. But hey, you got to talk Star Wars with Jake, and weâll see them again in a few days. And I was talking to Sally â I thanked her.â Scott said, and Stiles looked at him.
âThanked her?â He asked, and Scott nodded.
âYeah. If it wasnât for her mistaking us for a couple, I might have let things go as just me being, I donât know, caught up in the moment â I wouldnât have been overthinking things and you wouldnât have pushed me to talk. I mean, it still might have happened eventually, but her comment is why it happened now. SoâŚâ
âSo, you thanked her.â Stiles repeated, and Scott nodded again. âIâm really glad she called us a couple then.â
âMe too.â Scott said, then pulled Stiles in for a kiss. He wondered if the amazed feeling he got from doing that would ever wear off â he hoped it wouldnât.
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A few weeks later, they were headed home. Theyâd seen Alcatraz, Disneyland, the Hollywood sign, the Grand Canyon, the strip in Vegas and still â when people asked them what the best part of the trip was, their favourite spot they both answered with âI-5, heading south.â
It got them some strange looks, but they would just share a look and smile. And when asked about how the road trip went, they would sometimes give lots of details about what they did, who they met, what they saw.
But most often? They would just smile and say âbest road trip ever.â
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Sciles Week Day 6: Talks we should have had
Pairing: Scott/Stiles
Word Count: 2621
The school year had finally ended, and Scott was more relieved to done with school than he ever had been before. Heâd had nearly three months of freedom and the only thing on his to do list (other than work and whatever chores his mum asked him to do) was spending time with Stiles.
So thatâs what he was doing â heading over to Stilesâ house to, most likely, wake his best friend up. For Stiles, summer meant sleeping in and doing absolutely nothing when he didnât have to, which is exactly what heâd spent at least sixty percent of his summer doing. And since he knew Stiles wasnât âhelping outâ at the station today (also known as monitoring his dadâs eating habits up close, filing reports and trying to sneak looks at case files) chances were he would still be in bed even though it was nearly noon.
After knocking and getting no answer, Scott let himself in with the key Stiles had had made for him (heâd thought it only fair since he had one for the McCall house). Heading up the stairs, Scott made his way to Stilesâ bedroom, opening the door and walking right in.
âStiles. Stiles, dude. Wake up.â Stiles stirred once, then stopped, still deep in sleep. Scott looked at him considering, then kicked off his shoes and pounced.
He landed right on Stiles, who shot up, eyes opening wide.
âWhat â Scott? What the hell? Dude, what was that for? I was sleeping!â Stiles asked, still looking around wildly, as if expecting an attack. When he found none, he flopped backwards, throwing an arm over his face. His face which was half-covered in lines from where it had been pressed into his pillow in his sleep.
âStiles, dude itâs already noon. We only have like two weeks left of summer, so come on, get up.â Scott grabbed Stilesâ arm and dragged it off his face, giving him a little shove.
âDo I have to?â Stiles whined, and Scott laughed.
âYep. Unless youâd prefer⌠â Scott trailed off but lifted his hand to move his fingers against Stilesâ side, making him squirm.
âNo.â Stiles protested, moving away.
âWell those are you options â get up, and please shower, or I do it again.â He wiggled his fingers threateningly, and Stiles lifted his head to glare at him.
âI hate you.â He said, sitting up again, keeping his eyes on Scottâs hand. He was the only person besides his dad who knew Stiles was ticklish, and unfortunately he wasnât afraid to exploit that knowledge when he wanted to get his way.
âYou know you love me.â Scott said, laughing and Scott thought he saw Stiles blush before he turned his head away, climbing over Scott and out of his bed.
âWhatever. Give me ten minutes to shower.â Scott watched Stiles head out of his room for the bathroom, and relaxed back on Stilesâ bed to wait. While he waited, he thought about Stiles reaction to his words. Why would Stiles blush from Scott telling saying Stiles loved him?
He tried to think of a reason, but while he thought, all that came to mind was a conversation with Stiles a few months ago. âThis new-found heroism is making me very attracted to you.â Then another conversation before that. âAm I not attractive to gay guys?â
He was deep in thought when Stiles came back in to his room, towel sitting low on his hips as he moved to his closet to find some clean clothes. The movement caught Scottâs attention and he propped himself up on his elbows, and found himself staring at Stilesâ back as Stilesâ words kept echoing in his mind.
âScott? Yo, Scotty!â Stiles turned to look at him, letting the towel drop to the floor as heâd pulled a clean pair of boxers on underneath it, and was even now stepping into some clean sweats. Suddenly Stiles was clicking his fingers in Scottâs face and Scott blinked, leaning back.
âWhat?â He asked, blinking at Stiles who rolled his eyes.
âWhereâd you go man? I was asking you what you want to do today? Movie? Video games? More lacrosse practice?â
âOh, uh, I donât know. Whatever you want.â Stiles pulled a t-shirt over his head, narrowing his eyes at Scott as his head popped through. âWhat?â
âOk, whatâs going on? First you were came in here, woke me up, all raring to go do something and now youâre spacing out on me and donât care what we do? Seriously, whatâs up?â
âDo you like guys?â Scott blurted out, then snapped his mouth shut, his eyes widening in surprise at his own words, wishing he could take them back. Stiles just stared at him, frozen in place. For nearly a minute, neither of them moved, processing the question that had just come out of Scott.
âUm â â
âOh my god, dude, forget I asked that. That was so not cool. I donât even know â â
âYes.â Scott stopped his rambling apology, looking up at Stiles who was still standing in front of him.
âYes?â Scott asked, and Stiles looked away, took a deep breath and then turned back, nodding.
âYes, I like guys. I mean, I still like girls, I wasnât lying about that or anything, but⌠I like guys too.â Stiles told Scott, his voice soft.
âWow.â Scott could kick himself for only being able to come up with that, but his brain was apparently a little slow on the uptake in this conversation.
âYeah. Wow. Um⌠what made you ask that?â Stiles asked, and Scott looked at him.
âFirst â Iâm so sorry I just like, asked you that like that, that really wasnât cool of me. I was just⌠you blushed, earlier, when I said you know you love me and then that made me think, about why that would make you blush and then I remembered when you were asking me if youâre attractive to gay guys and then saying that my new heroism or whatever was making you attracted to me and we should make out and I was starting to think that maybe you werenât joking and then I just⌠blurted the question out.â
Scott placed his hands in his lap, watching Stiles for a reaction as he explained his train of thought. Stiles stared at him for a moment, then sighed, running his hand through his newly grown out hair. Then he moved, sitting on the end of his bed, facing Scott.
âItâs ok Scotty. Iâm not upset you asked, I know you werenât trying to be like⌠it just caught me off guard I guess. I wasnât expecting it.â Scott nodded, and was thankful his best friend wasnât angry at him.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â He asked, his voice soft, and Stiles looked at him and shrugged.
âI donât know. It was never really like a plan to not tell you, I just⌠I was waiting for the right time and then, everything went crazy and I just⌠didnât.â Stiles told him, and Scott nodded even though he wished Stiles had felt he could tell him.
âYou know it doesnât change anything, right? I mean, like, I donât care one way or another.â Scott tried to explain himself, trying to convey that he didnât care who Stiles liked, they were still best friends, and Stiles just laughed.
âI never thought it would, Scott. I know you, youâre like, the best person I know, youâd never care if I liked guys.â Stiles told him, and Scott smiled, but there was still something nagging at him.
âDo you⌠do you like me?â Scott asked, then bit his lip when Stilesâ head shot up to look at him, eyes wide, mouth open in surprise.
âI â I mean â of course I like you, dude, best friend forever, right?â Stiles said, trying to bluff his way out of an answer by pretending to misunderstand the question and Scott knew.
âI mean do you like me, Stiles.â He repeated, changing his emphasis, moving a hand to Stilesâ wrist to keep him from standing and moving away. Stiles blinked once, twice, then looked down at Scottâs hand. When he looked back up, Scottâs heart hurt when he saw sadness in Stilesâ eyes.
âYes.â Stiles breathed out. âIâm sorry, Scott, I â â
Scott cut Stiles off by leaning forward and pressing his lips to Stilesâ. Stiles let out a sound of surprise, but when Scott brought a hand up to cup the back of his head, tilted his own head to change the angle and make it easier, Stiles let his eyes shut and let himself sink into the kiss and enjoy it.
When Scott pulled back slowly, he let his hand slip down to settle at the base of Stilesâ neck, his thumb moving gently back and forth over Stilesâ skin just about his t-shirt.
âWhy did you do that?â Stiles asked in a whisper. Scott took a moment before he answered, not wanting to say the wrong thing. He wasnât completely sure why heâd done that â he couldnât lie and say heâd wanted to do it for a while, it hadnât occurred to him to try before today. But as soon as heâd thought about it, it was all he could think about.
âBecause I love you. And I have to be honest, I donât know if I feel about you exactly how you feel about me, and I havenât really thought about it before but I thought about kissing you and I just â I couldnât notdo it.â Scott said, hoping Stiles could make sense of his words. When Stiles didnât say anything, he started to panic, thinking heâd just ruined things.
âWhat about Allison?â Scott was shocked that that was Stiles said next, but then he realised it made sense. This was completely out of the blue, and the last time theyâd spoken about anything Scott had told him he was going to wait for her then get her back.
âHonestly? When she broke up with me, it hurt, a lot. And I wanted to speak to her every day, try to change her mind, especially for the first few weeks. But recently?â Scott paused, shrugged as he tried to explain it. âIt still sucks, but now it more about how it all ended then the fact that it ended. Thinking about her, it doesnât really hurt now, and I donât think about her that much, not like I did right after we broke up or at the start of summer. I havenât wanted to call her in weeks.â
Stiles was watching him closely, as if trying to pick out any lies. Scott just sat patiently, waiting for Stiles to react.
âAnd what about me? I mean, you know I like you, Iâm pretty sure I love you, and you just kissed me. Was it, like, a test?â
âNo, Stiles. I wouldnât do that, especially not to you. I meant what I said, when I started thinking about it, it was like I hadto do it. And⌠Iâm really glad I did. It was amazing. It felt like⌠it felt right.â
âSo you think you like guys too?â Stiles questioned, and Scott shrugged.
âI donât know. Itâs not really about you being a guy, itâs more about you being Stiles. Does that make sense?â Stiles gave a small nod.
âKind of, I guess.â Scott could tell Stiles didnât really get it.
âI mean, I know weâve talked about girls we find attractive before, but I donât⌠it usually takes me a while to really be attractedto someone. Usually, I really have to know and like someone before I feel like I want to do anything⌠physical. I think thatâs why the idea of kissing you took so easily. Like, I know youâre an attractive person, but I never really thought about you or us in that way before, but then when I didâŚâ He tried to explain, knowing he sounded awkward. Heâd never tried to put it into words before.
âBut what about Allison? You were like, zero to sixty with her.â Stiles said, and Scott nodded his understanding. That had been a big surprise to him, and heâd been thinking about it a lot since they broke up.
âI think that had more to do with the wolf. It was really weird because like, Iâve never had that instant attraction to anyone before so I didnât recognise it at first, and then at first I thought it was cause Iâd never met the right person. But I kept having these feelings like I was fighting with myself â there were times where all I wanted to do was touch her and kiss her but then Iâd stop and think well, letâs just get to know her first. And obviously, then I did get to know her, and⌠but I think those first few weeks was not all me.â
Stiles looked at him, cocked his head.
âSo youâre saying the wolf had the hots for Allison first?â He asked, and Scott rolled his eyes but nodded. âOk. Ok, that sort of makes sense. Itâs a little weird, but then, what isnât in our lives nowadays?â
Scott laughed in agreement, and Stiles smiled.
âWhat does this mean then? For us?â Stiles asked, and Scott smiled.
âIt means⌠I think, I want to try this. If you do.â Scott told him, and he could hear the hope in his voice.
âWhat if it doesnât work?â Stiles asked, and Scott heard, and understood, the fear.
âWhat if it does?â Scott countered, and Stiles smiled fondly at the typical optimism. âI think we need to promise each other, if we decide to do this, that our friendship comes first. If anything goes wrong or it just doesnât work, we can take some time, but weâre always friends.â
âDo you think that can work?â Stiles asked.
âI think weâre Scott and Stiles â ask anyone, if we decide we want to do something, weâll do it no matter how many people tell us not to, or that we canât.â Stiles rolled his eyes at the reminder of the many, many times theyâd been told their ideas were crazy or impossible or just plain not allowed (or illegal). But it was true â anything that theyâd really want to do, theyâd found a way and theyâd done it. And then when necessary (at least fifty percent of the time) theyâd found a way back out of whatever situation they ended up in.
âOk.â Stiles said, nodding. âOk. We promise that no matter what happens, weâre friends first and always.â He held out his hand, fingers curled except his pinky. Scott looked down at it, then up at Stiles and smiled.
The first time theyâd made a promise to one another, Scott had held out his pinky to a very confused Stiles. When he explained what he knew about pinky swears and how they couldnât be broken, Stiles had nodded enthusiastically and stuck his own out to complete the process. Since then, every important promise theyâd made had been sealed with a pinky promise.
Scott moved his hand off Stilesâ wrist and looped his pinky around Stilesâ.
âI, Scott McCall, pinky promise that no matter what happens between Stiles Stilinski and I in our romantic relationship we will be friends first and always.â Stiles smiled at the words romantic relationship.
âI, Stiles Stilinski, pinky promise that no matter what happens between Scott McCall and I in our romantic relationship we will be friends first and always.â They grinned at each other, and then Scott used the hand still on the back of Stilesâ neck to reel him in for another kiss.
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Sciles Week Day 4: Scars
Pairing: Scott/Stiles
Word Count: 12149
Trigger Warnings for mentioned past abuse (no non-con) to Stiles from a former Alpha.
Scott is doing the weekly grocery shopping for his mum when he first picks up the scent. Another werewolf. Although his first reaction is to look around, try and identify them, he reigns it in. Instead, keeping his eyes on the list in his hand, he focused on his sense of smell, letting it guide him. He made his way down the aisle and turned right, passing the next two aisles until he found the source. Keeping his movements slow, he spots what appears to be a boy or young man really, maybe his own age, standing with hunched shoulders staring at the variety of bread.
Now that heâs closer, he can smell that werewolf has likely not showered in days, and his clothes are mess, cuffs of his worn jeans caked in mud, a few leaves caught in the hood of his jumper, and small tears that make Scott think heâs been running, fast and not carefully, through the woods.
Scottâs glad that itâs midweek, and early afternoon, so the shop is relatively quiet. He doesnât think this new werewolf is a danger, from the way he appears to be trying to make himself small, but the less people around the better just in case.
He pushes his trolley, and heâs not sure if itâs the squeaky wheel or the other werewolf finally catching his scent, but he stiffens and turns slowly towards Scott. Scott can clearly read the fear in his eyes, but before he can say anything, reassure this other boy heâs safe, the other boy flees.
Scott abandons his trolley, gives chase, but for someone so skinny the other wolf can move incredibly fast. Heâs gone by the time Scott makes it out the front of the store. Scottâs first instinct is to chase after him, but he knows from history that doing so alone probably wonât be successful.
He pulls out his phone and calls Lydia.
âLydia, get Isaac and meet me at the store â I just ran into another werewolf but he ran off into the preserve. I think he needs help.â He said into the phone before she could even greet him.
He didnât want to involve the whole pack, but he needed at least one more wolf helping him to track, and Lydia was there to hopefully be able to approach the boy once they found him. There was just something telling him this boy needed help. Lydia pulled up, Isaac in the passenger seat, 15 minutes later.
âThanks for coming.â
âItâs fine. Lydia said there was a werewolf problem?â Isaac asked, looking around as if he half expected the werewolf in question to just jump out at them.
âYeah, but not like a problem problem. More like I think he needs help. He was just standing there, staring at the food like he wasnât sure what to do. He was young, thin, dirty â â
âDirty?â Lydia cut in, raising an eyebrow in question, and Scott nodded.
âHis jeans were covered in mud and there were leaves caught in his jumper, he looked like heâd been running, for days maybe â his clothes had tears in them, probably from catching on trees or things as he ran.â Scott explained. âI tried to talk to him, but as soon as he saw me, or maybe smelled me, he froze and his scent â the fear coming off him was stronger than anything Iâve ever smelled before. He ran before I could even try to tell him he was ok.â
âAre we sure he isnât a threat? If heâs running from something thatâs got him that scared, should we be worrying about that?â Isaac asked, and Scott shook his head.
âIâm sure heâs not a threat, thereâs something about him â and if whatever heâs running from does make its way here, then weâll deal with it. The look in his eyes â heâs terrified, we have to help him.â Lydia and Isaac both looked at him, then nodded.
He leads them slowly through into the preserve - it doesnât take him long to find a fresh scent. Apparently once he thought heâd lost Scott the other wolf stopped running as fast. Moving as quietly as they can, they continue on until Scott hears rapid breathing - at first he thinks itâs someone panting, but then he hears the whimpers between breaths and he moves quicker until he sees the boy, curled up in feral position in the dirt and leaves beneath a tree.
He softly tells Isaac to stay back, then moves forward cautiously with Lydia.
âHello? Are you⌠are you ok? Can we help you?â The boy doesnât answer, just keeps gasping for breath and shaking, burying his head in his hands and pulling at his hair.
âScott, I think heâs having a panic attack.â Lydia says, and Scott turns to look at her, his eyes wide. âWe need to help him get his breathing under control.â
Scott moves until heâs in front of the boy then gently lowers himself until heâs almost at eye level - or would be if the boy was sitting. He gently puts his hand out, has to fight the urge to flinch when the smell of fear hits him.
âI promise Iâm not here to hurt you, I just want to help. I need you to try and breath with me, try and focus on my breathing and match it. Do you think you can do that?â There was no response, and Scott would have thought he hadnât been heard if not for the hands stilling in the other boysâ hair.
âKeep going Scott.â The hands moved again, about to pull and Scott instinctively moved one hand to stop them.
âHey, hey itâs ok. Thatâs just Lydia, sheâs here to help too. Sheâs a friend.â
âNo more⌠wolvesâŚâ the other boy managed to get out between breaths, and Scottâs eyes widened, turning to look at Lydia who just shrugged. Scott turned back to the boy.
âNo, itâs ok, sheâs not a werewolf, I promise. ButâŚâ he turned to Isaac. âIsaac, can you head back to the others, tell them we found him and weâre helping. Iâll call when I can.â
Isaac looked reluctant but after a moment he nodded then turned and moved swiftly away.
âThere, is that better? Now itâs just you, me and Lydia. No other werewolves.â The boy was no longer rocking as hard, and Scott was able to gently pry his hands away from his head to get a better look at him.
Heâs not as young as Scott thought - definitely around his own age, not a teenager like heâd first thought. His face is pale and thin - too thin, like the rest of him. He has dark bruises around his eyes like he hasnât slept properly in weeks, only making the paleness of his skin more pronounced, and the moles that are dotted across his face and neck also stand out.
His eyes are still squeezed shut, so Scott doesnât know what colour they would be, but he is sure theyâd be showing the fear that is coming off this boy in waves.
âYouâre ok, weâre going to help you if you let us. My name is Scott, can you tell me your name?â The boy shook his head and Scott made a soothing sound, not unlike what heâd use on a frightened pet at the vet clinic. âThatâs ok. You know, you feel really cold, but I think we have a blanket in the car if you want to come - â Scott cut himself off when the boy began to shake.
âScott, perhaps you could go and get the blanket and bring it here.â He heard Lydia suggest and he glanced at her. She was giving him the look that said sheâd figured something out and he should listen to her. So he nodded and rose slowly.
âOk. Ok, Lydiaâs going to stay here with you, Iâll be right back.â He moved away slowly then turned and ran back to the car.
Lydia moved carefully towards the boy, and took over Scottâs position. When she reached out a hand, he flinched minutely but then visibly seemed to relax. Although it made Scott ache inside to see the boy accept Lydiaâs touch when heâd all but rejected his own, but he pushed that away. The important thing right now was the boy allowing them to help him. So Scott made his way back to the cars as quickly as possible, running once he was sure he was out of earshot of the other werewolf. He was about to collect the blanket when he glanced back at the store, and had a thought.
He ran most of the way back to where heâd left Lydia and the boy, only slowing down when he thought the other werewolf would be able to hear him. He made sure to make noise as he approached, and called out to Lydia softly to alert her that it was just him.
When they came in to view, Lydia had seated herself in front of the boy, and was holding his hand. Neither was speaking, but the other boy appeared to have finally opened his eyes. When he looked over at Scott, he saw they were a warm brown clouded by fear. He slowed down even more as he carefully approached them.
âItâs just me, no one else is with me I promise. Look, I have that blanket for, and â â He cut himself off, glancing at Lydia briefly before continuing. âI also have some food, in case you were hungry. I think I⌠interrupted you earlier before you could get your food.â
He came to a stop a few steps away from them, and crouched down slowly. He held out the blanket to Lydia, who leaned to take it, then moved so she could drape it over the other boyâs shoulders. Then Scott began to take items out of the bag heâd been carrying.
âI wasnât sure exactly what you liked, but I thought you were looking at these in the shop so I got some.â Scott held out a packet of croissants. âI also got you a couple of things I like, and some of my â friends.â
He caught himself in time to stop himself saying betas. He pulled out a box of pop tarts, a packet of Cheetos and a bunch of bananas. He laid them out on top of the bag, and waited as the boy looked at him, then at the food.
He was so tempted to say something, offer again, make a suggestion, but something told him that pushing him would only make things worse. So instead, he just settled down on his knees and waited. Finally, the boy nodded.
âYes? Youâd like something to eat?â Scott asked, and the boy nodded again. Looking at Lydia, he saw her smiling. âOk, would you like the croissants?â This got him another nod, so Scott picked up the packet and then held it out to Lydia. He was glad heâd handed it to her and not the boy directly when the movement of his arm caused the boy to flinch. He sat back, and watched as Lydia opened the pack, holding it out for the boy to reach in and take one of the croissants.
âThere you go. Well, Scott, I think that was a very good idea you had. Now, donât worry, if you want more than one you can have more, but I think you should slow down just a little bit â we donât want you getting sick from eating too quickly.â Lydia spoke slowly and with a very soothing lilt to her voice, and Scott was so grateful she was part of his pack.
They sat there for twenty minutes or more as the boy ate two croissants, and then a banana at Lydiaâs suggestion. When he seemed to be done, Lydia passed the half empty packet of croissants and the banana peel back towards Scott who packed them away into the bag with the other items.
âFeel a bit better now?â Lydia asked, and the boy looked at her and nodded, then glanced at Scott.
âTh â thank you, Alpha.â The boy whispered, and Scottâs eyebrows raised in surprise, both at the fact he had spoken â and spoken to Scott â and at the formality of his words and his tone. It was like he didnât want to say the words but thought he had to. He looked at Lydia, who shrugged subtly, then tilted her head towards the boy.
âUm⌠youâre welcome.â He responded, and when the boy didnât flinch or seem to react negatively in any way, Scott relaxed minutely.
âNow, I think we should get ourselves out of these woods because when I looked at the forecast earlier Iâm sure it said it was going to rain later today, and I donât know about either of you but I donât like being caught in the rain â and this skirt is dry clean only.â Scott held his breath at the teasing tone in Lydiaâs voice at the end â it was such a Lydia thing to say, but how would the other boy take it?
Lydia just kept her eyes on the other boy, still holding his hand, her thumb rubbing back and forth over the back of it. The boy looked up at her, then his eyes darted to Scott and then up at the sky. Scott followed his gaze and sure enough, there were clouds starting to form â dark clouds. When Scott looked back down, the boy was watching Lydia again.
âNo⌠no werewolves, please.â His voice sounded better than it had the first time he spoke, but it still sounded as though he hadnât used it much recently and Scott wished heâd thought to pick up some water at the store. âNo⌠no⌠Stilinski.â
Scottâs eyebrows shot up at the name and he saw Lydiaâs do the same, her eyes flicking towards him quickly before settling back on the boy.
âStilinski? Do you mean Sheriff Stilinski?â The boy seemed to freeze at the word Sheriff, looking around. He nodded slowly, but his shoulders hunched in on themselves. âNo cops.â He whispered and Scott wasnât sure if Lydia would hear it.
âWell, if you want to see Sher â I mean, Mr Stilinski, we can certainly take you to see him. Can I ask⌠Do you know him?â The boy shook his head, then looked back at Lydia.
âMy mum.â He said and Lydia nodded.
âOk, your mum knew him.â The boy nodded, and Lydia smiled. âOk, well how about Scott calls him and asks him to meet us at his house, ok? AndâŚâ Lydia hesitated, looking at Scott before she looked back at the boy.
âNow, you look like youâve got a few nasty cuts and bruises, and I know you werewolves all heal up easily and quickly, but I do think we should get someone to look you over â â
âNo hospitals!â The boy all but shouted the words at her, but Lydia just blinked.
âNo, no hospitals. We know a nurse, sheâs human but she knows about werewolves and she helps look after Scott and his friends and Iâm sure she would come to the Sheriffâs house as well, just to check thereâs nothing more serious. And she could bring you some clean clothes â the Sheriff wonât have anything that fits you, but I think Melissa will.â
Scott knew she was talking about his mum even before she said her name, but he had to wonder why she hadnât told the boy about the connection. Also â if his mum was bringing clothes, did Lydia mean hisclothes? Surely the boy would be able to smell him on the clothes and would just freak out?
âDoes that sound ok?â Lydia asked, and the boy looked between them a few times, contemplating his options, before nodding slowly.
âCan you â can you call him here? So I can listen?â The boy asked, and it took Scott a second to realise he meant to call the Sheriff fromhere. He nodded.
âOf course.â Scott pulled out his phone, opened it and called the Sheriffâs mobile, hitting the speaker button.
âScott?â He answered, and Scott kept his eyes on the boy, trying to see if there were any signs of recognition to the voice.
âHey Sher- Mr Stilinski. Um, Lydia and I were wondering if you could meet us at your place, we need to talk to you about something.â Scott winced at his own words and saw Lydia turn to roll her eyes at him.
âSomething? Scott, is this another supernaturalthing I need to be worried about?â The Sheriff asked, whispering the word supernatural.
âNo, no â I mean. Look, itâs not a problem, thereâs nothing to be concerned about, no one is â thereâs no danger to anyone. But we do have â
âSarah.â The boy spoke up, cutting Scott off. âSarah Stilinski.â
âDoes the name Sarah Stilinski mean anything to you, Sheriff?â Scott asked, and he heard the Sheriff let out a breath.
âYes, sheâs a cousin of mine, lives in Michigan, well did last I knew â why? Scott, whatâs going on?â Scott looked at the boy, trying to ask a question silently and he seemed to understand because he nodded.
âWeâre with her son, out in the preserve. I think he needs your help, sir.â Scott said, watching as the boy closed his eyes, hunched into himself more.
âStiles?â The Sheriff asked, and Scott watched as the boy flinched slightly, before he nodded.
âYes, sir, thatâs who weâre with.â Scott said.
âWhereâs Sarah?â He asked, and Scott didnât know what to say. But as he watched, the boy shook his head once, and a tear escaped from where he had his eyes squeezed shut.
âIâm sorry, sir, I think itâs just Stiles now.â Scott said softly.
âI had no idea. Ok, Scott. Let me tell Parrish somethingâs come up and Iâll head home. But Scott, is he â is he ok?â The Sheriff asked, and Scott hesitated.
âI donât know, Sheriff. But heâs here now, and weâll help. All of us.â Scott said, and Scott nodded when the boy looked at him.
âOk. Ok, Iâm leaving now, Iâll be home soon.â Scott was about to hang up, when he remembered something.
âOh â Sheriff? Do you think⌠any chance you could change into something thatâs not your uniform before we get there? JustâŚâ Scott trailed off, unsure how to explain the request, but the Sheriff just sighed.
âOf course, Scott. Iâll see you soon.â
âThanks, sir.â Scott hung up, then smiled gently at the boy. âWas that ok?â
The boy nodded, then hesitated. âThe nurse?â
It took Scott a few seconds to realise what the boy â Stiles â was asking. âWould you like me to call the nurse now as well?â Stiles nodded.
Scott hesitated, then looked at Lydia.
âStiles â I should have told you â the nurse, Melissa, is Scottâs mum. Sheâs not a werewolf, thatâs true, and she does help us, all the time. But if we ask her to come and help now, weâre asking her as a nurse first, not as Scottâs mum, ok? Lydia told him, her voice just as soothing, and Scott could smell the distress.
âIâm sorry, Stiles, we didnât mean to lie to you, we just didnât want to overwhelm you with too much information.â Scott said. âBut we should have told you. I can call my mum, and see if one of her nurse friends can come instead? They wonât know about werewolves but â â
âNo.â Stiles said, cutting him off. âJust⌠just call her.â Stiles seemed deflated now, and Scott hesitated, but he knew Stiles needed to be checked over by someone. So he dialled his mum, thankful that she wasnât on shift at the moment.
âScott? Whatâs up â donât tell me youâre still at the store?â His mum answered, and in any other situation he would have laughed.
âMum, no Iâm not. Actually, Iâll have to get back to that later. Listen, we need some help, ok? Can you meet us at Mr Stilinskiâs house? And bring the first aid kit?â
âScott? What happened, are you ok? Is it Isaac? Liam? Lydia?â His mum was all business now, running through the names of his pack, and he could hear her moving through the house.
âNo, no itâs not â weâre all fine. We have â we have a relative of the Sheriffâs here, and even though heâs like, well me, Lydia and I still think it would be good to have you look him over, just in case.â
âLike you?â She questioned.
âA werewolf, mum.â
âAnd heâs hurt?â She asked, and he thought he could hear her rummaging around in a cupboard. âHow bad? Anything thatâs bleeding more than it should be, or any really deep wounds?â
âNot that I can see â they mostly look like theyâre from running through the preserve, or some other woods.â She hummed thoughtfully.
âOk, so just the basics then. I clean him up, make sure things are all clear for when he heals.â
âThanks mum. Weâre about to leave the preserve, so weâll be at the Stilinskiâs house soon. Oh â um, he needs some clean clothes mum. Any chance you can grab a few things of mine for him? Until we can organise to get him some of his own?â
âSure, let me just pop into your room â â
âNo! I mean, um I know you were planning on doing some laundry today â any chance any of my stuff is ready? Like, you know, anything thatâs completely freshly clean that only you have touched?â He hoped she got the message â he didnât want to say it out loud in front of Stiles, but he hoped that if she could grab some clothes that were just out of the machine that only she had handled then any lingering scent of his would be as minimal as possible.
âWhy would that â oh, yeah, ok. Yes, a load just finished in the dryer, Iâll grab some things.â She said, and he sighed in relief.
âThanks mum.â He said. âLove you.â
âLove you too Scott.â He hung up, and although the boy had his eyes shut again, he wasnât as hunched over as he had been before Scott made the call, which he took as a positive sign. Scott pocketed his phone, and slowly stood, picking up the bag. As he watched, Lydia stood and then reached out to help Stiles stand, making sure the blanket stayed wrapped around his shoulders.
He led them out of the preserve, Lydia walking with Stiles to help keep him steady. He let Lydia put Stiles in her car, then slid into his own and followed them to the Sheriffâs house. When they arrived, Scott could see the Sheriffâs car in the driveway. Lydia pulled in behind it, and Scott pulled up on the street. He got out, and watched Lydia help Stiles out of the car and up to the front door, which opened just as they stepped up onto the porch.
Stiles stopped and stared at the Sheriff, then with a gentle nudge from Lydia he started to step forward before he hesitated again. This time, however, his hesitation seemed to be fuelled by Scott, who had just stepped up onto the porch behind them.
âUm. How about I stay out here â Iâll wait for my mum, then just hang out, out here in case you need me for anything?â He said, trying his best to sound casual. Stiles hesitated again, then slowly nodded and stepped forward, into the house. Scott knew heâd be able to hear anything that was said, and Stiles had to know that too. But he wouldnât be there where Stiles could see him, and that seemed to be good enough for Stiles. And even if Scott couldnât be in there, actively trying to help Stiles, well at least he was out here, making sure nothing and no one was getting near him any time soon.
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When his mum and Lydia stepped out onto the porch a few hours later, Scott was so deep in thought that he nearly jumped when his mum laid a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and could tell that they had both been crying, or at least trying not to cry â he didnât blame them, heâd been exactly the same. One thing he was clinging to was that Stiles had been adamant that the abuse had never been sexual, the alpha had never been interested in him like that. It didnât make the rest of it ok, but at least that was one thing that Stiles hadnât had to endure.
Still, the things that Stiles had been through â Scott was not a violent person by nature, and he always went out of his way to find a solution that didnât involve killing but right now, all he wanted to do was find this old alpha of Stilesâ and kill him. Slowly and painfully.
He stood, and was about to say something when he caught himself, indicating towards the cars.
âWill you come back to mine?â He asked Lydia, who nodded before she got in her car. He gave his mum a quick hug, then gave the Sheriffâs house a last long look before he hopped into his own car and headed home.
Once there, he found not only Lydia, but Isaac, Malia, Liam, Kira, Mason and Corey.
âLook, Iâm not sure exactly what Isaac told you, but yes we found a beta in the preserve today, and yes heâs running from something, or someone specifically â his old alpha. But heâs not running because he didsomething, ok?â Scott told them, and they all nodded. He could tell from the look on Isaacâs face that the other boy probably had a good idea of what Stiles was running from. Isaac caught his eye, and he nodded slightly, watching as Isaacâs shoulders slumped.
âScottâs right. Stiles â the beta â heâs been through a lot, and what he needs now is somewhere he can feel safe, and eventually people he can trust â and hopefully that will be us. But he definitely needs space, so weâre not going to try and crowd him, heâs going to meet us all, but slowly. For now, Iâm planning on going back to see him after school each day this week, just spend some time with him, and Melissa is going to check on him when she can, especially if the Sheriff has to be at the station. None of us are werewolves, so he seems fairly ok with us. In a week or so, Iâll broach the topic of maybe bringing one of you along to meet â but only one. Too many new things or people at once will just overwhelm him.â Lydia explained to the pack, and Scott didnât think heâd ever been more grateful to have her in his pack.
âWhat about Scott?â Liam asked, glancing up at his alpha.
âThatâs⌠complicated.â Scott settled on. âHeâs met me, but not only am I another werewolf, Iâm an alpha so Iâm going to be keeping my distance for now. He needs time to settle in, to feel safe and if I remind him of his old alpha, my being around him isnât going to help.â
âBut, youâre nothing like what his alpha must be like!â Liam protested, and Scott gave his beta a small smile.
âThank you, Liam but itâs not about that. Itâs just the simple presence of an alpha. Your instincts tell you that alpha means safety, right?â He asked, mostly knowing this was true but always having a small bit of doubt in himself. Liam nodded. âStilesâ instincts donât. He needs time to process that, toâŚâ
âHeal, and then learn to live with it.â Isaac cut in, and Scott looked at his friend, nodding. He knew Isaac would understand, although he wished, as he frequently did, that he didnât.
âSo, Lydia will decide, with Stiles, who to introduce him to first, how quickly, things like that. But when you meet Stiles, one thing I need you to remember â do not ask him about what happened. If he wants to tell you, wants to talk about it, he will. If he doesnât, then you donât ask. Got it?â Scott asked, waiting until his pack all nodded at him.
Although the younger members of the pack didnât know everything Isaac had been through, they all knew heâd been living with Scott and his mum for over a year after his dad was killed and that Isaac had briefly been a suspect. And the rumours for why heâd been a suspect that still occasionally popped up at school. So they understood what Scott meant about not asking Stiles about what happened â Liam had asked Scott once, about Isaac. And all Scott had told him was no one should go through what Isaac had to go through, and that he was never to ask Isaac about it â if Isaac chose to tell him, or any of the others, that was his choice.
They did ask Scott if there was anything else they could do, and he shook his head before Lydia piped up.
âActually, Mason â tomorrow, before I go see Stiles, I need to go shopping. Youâre about the same size as him, physically, so youâre going to come with me.â She told the human boy, who just stared at her. âI may be an excellent judge of size when it comes to clothing, but itâs always better to have something to measure against. Bring Corey, if you must â actually, heâs about the same colouring as Stiles too so I can see what colours will work for him.â
The boys in the pack all just stared at her, and she shrugged.
âHe needs more clothes, and it will be good for him to have something thatâs his instead of borrowed â not too many things, when heâs up for it Iâll take him out so he can actually pick some things for himself. But for now, this will work. And⌠this way, they wonât really smell of anyone else.â Lydia tacked on, and Scott nodded in understanding. That was Lydia, always thinking of things no one else would.
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The next few weeks passed both slowly and incredibly quickly. Days at school seemed to pass by in a blur (which was a little concerning with it being Scottâs final year of high school). But after school, knowing Lydia, and then slowly other members of his pack, were with Stiles â time seemed to slow to nearly a stop. Even when Scott had other things to occupy his time, like working or homework or visiting his mum he would count down the minutes until Isaac was home and he could hear how Stiles was progressing. Surprisingly, despite being a werewolf, Isaac had been the first member of the pack Lydia had taken to introduce to Stiles â though Scott thought it had something to do with their similar histories.
He didnât know if she had told Stiles that or how sheâd gotten him to agree to it but apparently it was helping â Lydia told him that the fifth day of going over with her, Isaac had asked if he could speak to Stiles alone and Stiles, after a brief moment of panic, had allowed it. Theyâd apparently spoke for over an hour, and when Lydia had been allowed back in there had been a difference to the way Stiles carried himself â not a major difference, he wasnât suddenly a new person, but he seemed just a little bit more settled in himself, a little less likely to shrink in on himself when he said something he thought he shouldnât.
Scott saw a difference in Isaac too â for the first time since Allison had died, sacrificing herself to stop the nogitsune possessing her â Isaac seemed to be getting back to his old self. He was starting to snark a little more, which had surprised Liam greatly the first time it was aimed at him. He had spoken about trying to convince Coach to let him onto the cross country team late so that he could maybe be on the lacrosse team again. And he was starting to smile more â not often, but they were real smiles. It seemed like having someone to help, and someone he understood in a way no one else did, was helping Isaac.
Next to meet Stiles had been Kira â chosen both because she was not a werewolf, and because she was a girl. Since most of Stilesâ previous pack had been males, Scott thought this was a wise move, to try to balance out the ratio for Stiles as he met the rest of the pack. They had hit it off once Stiles realised she was a Star Wars fan. Mason had been next, and Stiles had apparently been incredibly surprised to learn there was a human in their pack. Lydia said that Stiles had been a little overwhelmed at first, mostly by Masonâs propensity to talk and talk about things that excited him but seemed to get passed that very quickly.
Despite Mason being one of the newest members of the pack, Stiles was constantly asking him questions about different creatures theyâd come across and what he knew about the supernatural (except for werewolves) and Mason was only too happy to have someone to listen to him. It seemed Stiles was very much like Scott had been as a new werewolf â completely unaware of anything supernatural, and now he was trying to make up for it.
Corey had been next, mostly by virtue of being Masonâs boyfriend and unable to spend that much time apart, but given his extremely quiet nature his introduction seemed to go pretty unremarked. Mostly he was content to just sit with them while they talked, and occasionally provide a few bits of information about chimeras, at least from his perspective.
Malia had been next, and that had been a tricky one to navigate as sheâd understood the need to be careful around him but was still rather blunt and often unable to censor herself. Thankfully, Lydiaâs introduction had included the titbit that Malia had lived as a coyote for nearly eight years and that had caught Stilesâ attention so their first meeting had involved a lot of questions about her life as a coyote (from both Stiles and Mason who had always wanted to ask but never thought he could).
Finally, it was Liamâs turn. Scott knew that Liam had been worried about this, worried that he was going to say the wrong thing or mess up somehow. So the day before Lydia was taking him over to the Sheriffâs house to meet Stiles, Scott invited him over to talk.
âI know youâre worried about meeting him.â Scott said, and Liam looked down at his hands.
âI just â I donât know how to act. What if I say the wrong thing or â â
âJust watch the others, let Stiles lead the conversation and pay attention to how the others speak to him, move around him.â
âI just donât want to make things worse, it sounds like heâs been through so much â â
âSo have you, Liam. Maybe not in the same way, and Iâm not diminishing what Stiles has been through, not at all. But never forget that you, that we all, have been through a lot. We all carry scars.â
âWe donât scar anymore, we heal. Like, really quickly.â Liam said, confused, and Scott smiled.
âI donât mean the scars you can see. The invisible scars. The ones no one can see, the ones we often forget about ourselves. I know they say âwell someone out there has it worse than youâ and yeah, theyâre probably right. But that doesnât mean what you went through didnât suckand didnât leave its mark on you. It doesnât mean it didnât change you. And I donât think Stiles is the kind of person who would look at you and think âwell you didnât have it as bad as me so you canât be upsetâ.â
Liam nodded slowly, understanding but unsure why Scott was telling him this now.
âSo, I think what you need to remember when you meet Stiles is, think about how you felt after the beserkers, or the dead pool â did you want to talk about those things with anyone? Or with everyone? No, none of us did, not really â so we waited until we were ready. And when one of us was ready, the others listened.â Scott explained, and Liam nodded again, understanding better. He still didnât like to talk about that time, although he knew that Scott or any of the others would listen if he did. And now he knew what Scott meant.
All he needed to do was be willing to listen to Stiles. So thatâs what he did.
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Nearly three months after finding Stiles, Lydia came to Scott at lunch one day, when the rest of the pack were suspiciously absent, and told him Stiles was ready to meet him again. Scott nearly choked on his drink â Lydia would wait to tell him until heâd taken a sip.
âWhat? Really? I mean⌠ok, wow. Are you sure? Is hesure? When?â Scott asked, firing the questions off rapidly until Lydia held up her hand.
âYes. This afternoon. You rode the bike, yes?â She asked, and he nodded.
âOk, well give the keys to Isaac, youâre coming with me and the rest of the pack will come over a bit later. Isaac can bring the bike since he got a lift with Kira today.â She explained, and he wanted to ask more questions, but he bit his tongue â literally. He bit his tongue to stop himself. He just nodded.
âOk. Do I need to, I donât know â â Lydia smiled at him.
âJust be yourself, Scott. I know youâve been helping the others, especially Liam before he met Stiles. So you know what to do, and honestly, heâs come a long way since we first found him. Youâll be surprised.
And he was.
He followed Lydia into the Sheriffâs house after school that day, and Stiles was sitting in the living room waiting for them. Lydia waltzed right in, dropping down onto the sofa beside Stiles, who smiled at her. Scott paused in the doorway â heâd never seen Stiles smile before, it was⌠breathtaking. Scott was overcome by the intense need to always keep Stiles smiling that.
When he moved again, stepping into the room, Stilesâ head turned in his direction, and the smiled dimmed, though Scott was grateful it didnât disappear altogether. He watched as Lydia took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Scott looked around, then sat down in a seat diagonally opposite the sofa, where Stiles and Lydia could easily see him.
âHi Stiles.â Scott said softly, and after a moment Stiles nodded.
âHello Alph â Scott. Hello Scott.â Stiles corrected himself, repeating his greeting with a small nod for himself. Scott smiled.
âSo, Stiles⌠howâs it been, living with the Sheriff?â He asked, hoping it was a neutral enough topic to start them off, and he was relieved when Stiles kept smiling.
âItâs been good. I met him a few times when I was really young, but I hadnât seen him in a long time before I â before I got here. But heâs been good to me, letting me stay here.â
âThatâs good, I mean that itâs been good. Heâs a good man.â Scott said, internally rolling his eyes at himself.
The next few visits with Stiles went about the same, some basic small talk, maybe a few little anecdotes from Stiles about living with the Sheriff. They always started with just Scott, Stiles and Lydia, with the rest of the pack joining them after a little while. Then, finally, after about five visits, Stiles seemed to be comfortable enough with Scott to start opening up more.
âHeâs been taking me into the station sometimes â get me out of the house, he says. But â um, Iâm not sure if Iâm supposed to really tell anyone this.â He paused, and looked at Lydia, who rolled her eyes fondly.
âOh, he wonât mind, and Scottâs not going to tell anyone, I promise.â
âHeâs been letting me look at some of the cases with him, none of the really serious ones or anything, like vandalism, theft, things like that. Asking me what I think, things like that.â
âThat sounds interesting.â Scott commented, glad when it got a slightly bigger smile out of Stiles.
âIt is. Looking at the evidence, trying to find patterns, figure it out. I like it.â
âIâm glad.â
âAnd, the Sheriff and I have been talking, well and Lydia too, andâŚâ Stiles trailed off, looking at Lydia.
âWe think itâs nearly time to get Stiles enrolled in Beacon Hills High. Weâve been doing some studying, catching him up on a few things he missed, but heâs not really as far behind as he thinks he is â certainly not as far behind as Malia was, and look where she is now.â Lydia said, giving Stiles a smile.
Scott smiled too, happier than he would have thought at seeing the progress Stiles had made. He was definitely a world away from the boy Scott had first met in the preserve months ago.
âWell, it will be great to have you at school Stiles. And really, if Lydia says youâre ready and up to date, then youâre ready and up to date. Trust me, most of us, not just Malia, rely on her to help us pass.â Scott was shocked when Stiles actually laughed at that, then he started laughing too. Before either of them, or Lydia, could say anything else, the front door opened and the rest of the pack spilled in, coming to a stop in the doorway of the living room taking in the sight of Scott and Stiles laughing, Lydia smiling at them while she rolled her eyes.
âWhatâs so funny?â Malia asked, settling in to the seat next to Scottâs when Kira score the last spot on the couch.
âScott was just telling Stiles how you all would be failing high school without me.â Lydia said, putting on a lofty voice as she spoke. Malia just shrugged.
âYeah, and?â She asked, not quite getting the joke, which just sent the rest of them off.
Scott looked around as he laughed, and he caught Stilesâ eye. Stiles gave him a quick grin, and Scott was incredibly happy at the small moment, and the fact that Stiles didnât just turn away from him immediately. He let himself settle into the chair, relaxing into the conversation with his pack, but mostly content to just sit and listen to them all talk and laugh.
That meeting set the tone going forward, like a small, but important dam, had been broken. Scott still never went to see Stiles on his own, but sometimes it was just him and Isaac and Stiles, or him and Mason and Corey and Stiles. He could tell that Stiles would still get nervous if there were only three of them and the third person went to go get something, or was ready to leave â whenever they just wanted an extra drink or snacks, Scott always jumped up and offered to go get them, or decided he was also ready to leave.
But Stiles was starting to initiate conversations with him now, a month after their first meeting. The first time, Scott was nearly stunned into silence when Stiles turned to him and asked what his favourite class was at school.
Of course, Stiles then went on to ask everyone else the same question (understandably, since he was due to start in a week at BHHS), but heâd asked Scott first.
Then, the next time Scott was over, he asked Scott about his work at the clinic, listening as Scott told him his favourite parts of working for Deaton (the dogs, always the dogs).
Then Stiles didnât talk to him at all for two visits, steadfastly ignoring him, pretending he didnât hear questions posed by Scott or giving a simple nod or shake of the head, and Scott wasnât sure why.
Then it was like that had never happened, and Stiles was back to talking to him, asking him questions, occasionally smiling at him. When he asked Lydia what she thought it meant, if Stiles hated him or something, she just looked at him sadly.
âHe likes you Scott, he does â but sometimes I think he doesnât want to. It⌠it scares him, that he likes you, that heâs starting to trust you.â
âBecause Iâm an alpha?â Scott asked, coming to the realisation. Lydia nodded.
âI think he knows, intellectually, that youâre nothing like the other one, that youâre a good person, a good alpha and friend and leader. But intellect means little when youâve been through what Stiles has. Sometimes that fear rears its head and he canât do anything to stop it. But the fact that he didnât ask you to stay away, or ask one of us to ask you, I think that means a lot.â
Scott nodded, and she gave him a smile, laid her hand on his arm.
âI know you want to help him, Scott. And I know youâre really starting to care about him. So just remember that, if it happens again. At least he still wants you there.â
Scott smiled back, and the next time it happened two weeks later, and the time after that, he remembered those words.
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Nearly six months had passed since the day Stiles arrived in Beacon Hills when Scott got the call. He and the pack were gathered at Lydiaâs house, the seniors pouring over Lydiaâs chemistry notes while she helped the sophomores with their maths. Scott was about to ask Stiles a question (he was now second only to Lydia when it came to chemistry and maths) when his phone started ringing.
He pulled it out of his pocket, eyebrows raising when he saw Derekâs name on the screen.
âDerek? Whatâs up?â He asked, pulling the attention of most of his pack, bar Stiles and the puppies as Stiles had nicknamed the younger trio.
âHey Scott. Look, it might not be anything, but I wanted to give you a heads up.â Derek said, and Scott was becoming confused. He gave Lydia a look to keep working with Liam and the others, then moved from the room.
âA heads up? On what?â He asked quietly.
âBraeden and I have been travelling around, looking for other packs, just to see whatâs going on, trying to make some connections, you know allies that sort of thing. And we just met a pack in Wyoming, they told us their Alpha just left like a day ago to look for one of their betas who went missing.â Derek told him.
âYeah, ok, so?â He asked, not getting what Derek was trying to tell him.
âWell, they were all pretty hesitant to talk to us, but when I mentioned my mum, one of them had heard of her when she was younger and when we were getting ready to leave, she slipped us a note, to meet her at a diner in the next town over. When we met with her, she told us that the beta isnât missing, he ran away. Their alpha turned him nearly two years ago, wooed him and convinced him to accept the bite right after his parents died when he was vulnerable, and has been abusing him ever since. Six months ago, the beta took off, and the alpha has been looking for him ever since. Five days ago, he remembered that the boy used his motherâs maiden name until she remarried â when they met, he was using his stepfatherâs surname. He finally remembered the boy telling him his name, well nickname, came from the motherâs original surname.â
âWhy are you telling me all this, Derek?â Scott asked, getting impatient.
âWell once the alpha had the surname, he remembered the mother had had a cousin, who lived in â â
âBeacon Hills.â Scott finished for him, his stomach dropping. âDerek, was the betaâs nickname?â
âUh⌠Stills? Something like that. Apparently the cousin was Stilinski.â
âStiles.â Scott breathed out.
âYeah, that was it â wait, how did you know that?â Derek asked. âHave you met him? Scott, his alpha is tracking him to Beacon Hills as we speak. This beta told us heâll do whatever it takes to get this Stiles back.â
âYeah, I figured that, thanks. And yes, we know Stiles. Thanks for the heads up, Derek, weâll take care of it.â
âScott, seriously â heâs apparently a very one-track mind sort of alpha and he thinks Stiles belongs to him. Think Peter but more possessive over people, not wealth. Just as crazy by the sound of it, though.â
âYeah, I already knew that. Donât worry, weâll deal with it. Iâll deal with it.â Scott said, a tone of finality in his voice.
âOk. Just, I mean if you want, Braeden and I can be there in two days.â
âNo, it sounds like this guysâ got a head start on you anyway, by the time you get here, hopefully it will have been sorted. I gotta go warn the others, but thanks for the call.â
âAny time. Good luck, Scott.â
Scott hung up the phone, and pocketed it, turning to find Stiles standing behind him, looking like heâd seen a ghost. Scott raced forward, but stopped just short of touching him.
âHeâs coming here?â Stiles questioned, his voice sounding blank â almost like he did the day they first found him.
âYes, but donât worry, Stiles, I wonât â we wonât let him hurt you.â
âYou canât stop him, you canât, he wonât â I have to leave. He found me.â Stiles was starting to panic, his body shaking.
âHey, Stiles, itâs ok, calm down, come on â you donât have to leave, I promise you weâll keep you safe.â Isaac and Lydia appeared behind Stiles, their eyes wide as they took in the scene.
âWhat â â
âHeâs coming. I have to leave, I canât go back.â Stiles said, and Scott reached out, pulling the beta in to his chest, wrapping his arms around him.
âShh, Stiles itâs ok. You never have to go back, you never have to do anything you donât want again.â He rubbed one hand up and down Stiles back, continuing to whisper into his ear. Isaac and Lydia stepped closer, each reaching out to put a hand on Stiles shoulder in comfort.
âScott is right, Stiles. You never have to go back there, and we wonât let him hurt you. You have all of us now, you have a new pack and we take care of our pack.â Isaac said softly.
âMy pack⌠my pack didnâtâŚâ Stiles tried to speak through his tears and the shaking that still wracked his body.
âWe know they didnât look out for you like they should have Stiles. None of them did, and they should. But we will.â Lydia said.
They stood there like that, taking it in turns to whisper to him, maintaining contact until he started to calm, his body eventually stilling as he remained in Scottâs arms.
âDo you trust us, Stiles?â Lydia asked, and Scott inhaled sharply â it was the first time anyone had asked him that. He pulled himself away from Scott, not completely out of his hold, but enough to turn to look first at Isaac, then Lydia. He looked back up at Scott, then back at Lydia and nodded slowly. âThen please trust us when we say we will protect you, and we will stop that sorry excuse for an alpha.â
The derision in her voice as she said the word alpha was more than clear, and Scott was glad sheâd never aimed that derision his way.
Stiles looked between them all slowly, holding eye contact with each one before he slowly nodded. Then he pulled away from Scott, and turned to Lydia.
âI think Iâm ready to go now. Iâm going to call Uncle Noah and ask him to come get me.â He told her.
âAre you sure? You can stay here tonight if youâd like.â Lydia offered, but Stiles just shook his head.
âNo, I think I want to go home.â He said softly, and Lydia nodded.
âOk.â Stiles wandered back to the other room to get his phone, calling his uncle to come and collect him. Scott quickly filled Isaac and Lydia in on what had happened.
âFill the others in for me, ok? Then tell them to head home, get some sleep. If he left a day ago, heâll be here by tomorrow at the latest. And we need to be prepared for a fight.â
âWhere are you going?â Isaac asked, and Scott looked at him.
âTo watch over Stiles.â
âYou think the alpha is already here?â Lydia asked, and Scott shook his head.
âNo, I mean maybe but thatâs not why. His first instinct was to run, which I can understand. ButâŚâ
âBut you still think he might try to?â Lydia finished for him, and he nodded.
âItâs like you said Lydia â he trusts us, but the fear is still there. And Iâm just worried the fear will win out before we can deal with the alpha.â Scott said, and Lydia looked over her shoulder to the room where Stiles was talking to his uncle, then back at Scott.
âI get it. Look after him, and if he does try to leave, tell him Iâm gonna kick his ass for trying to leave without saying goodbye.â She said, trying to joke to cover up how hurt she would be if he did try to leave without saying anything.
âI will. Uh, if anyone asks, my mum called, yeah?â Lydia raised an eyebrow, but nodded. He gave her a smile, then left, to head off Stiles and Sheriff.
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Scott watched from his spot across the street as the Sheriff and Stiles pulled up. He wasnât sure if Stiles would have told the Sheriff what had happened, but just in case Scott had sent the older man a text telling him to keep an eye on Stiles tonight.
He sat and listened â not listening in per se, just keeping an ear out â as the Sheriff and Stiles moved around the house, talked a little about their days, then bid each other goodnight. Scott waited nearly three hours in the dark, and cold, but then, just as he suspected, an hour after the Sheriff had finally drifted off to sleep, Scott heard movement in the house.
He focused in on the sound, and followed it as Stiles moved down the stairs quietly, then he opened the front door and slipped out. Scott moved from his spot, meeting Stiles in the middle of the street.
âStiles.â He said softly, but the beta still jumped, whirling around to face him.
âScott. What are you doing here?â He asked, eyes darting around, though Scott wasnât sure if he expected the rest of Scottâs pack to show up, or his former alpha.
âTrying to stop you from doing⌠exactly what youâre doing.â Scott replied, and Stilesâ shoulders slumped.
âI have to, Scott. Who knows when heâll get here, I need to â â
âYou donât need to, Stiles. We meant what we said, Stiles. Weâre going to protect you â youâre part of our pack now, and we protect each other. Weâll protect you, we want to protect you.â
âWhy, Scott? Why would any of you want to put yourselves in danger to protect me?â Stiles demanded, and Scottâs heart broke at the question.
âBecause we think youâre worth it.â He answered, and Stiles stared at him.
âIâm not.â He whispered.
âYou really should listen to him, Scott. Heâs not worth it.â Stiles froze, his face draining of colour and Scott turned towards the voice. The man walking towards them was tall and lanky, thin really. But there was something in his face, a look in his eyes that Scott had seen before â in Peter, in Ennis, in Kali. It was a look of disdain, hatred, superiority.
âJason.â Stiles whispered, and Scott looked back to him, where he was still frozen.
âHello Stiles. Iâve been looking for you, for a long time. You just left, not a word. And look at this, I find you and youâre doing the same thing again, to your⌠new alpha?â The other alpha asked with a sneer. Stiles shook his head, but couldnât seem to speak.
âLeave him alone. Youâre not welcome here, and Stiles is not going anywhere with you. I suggest you leave before I make you leave.â Scott told him, moving himself so he stood between Stiles and this Jason.
âOh, Iâm afraid I canât do that, Scott. Stiles is part of my pack, no matter what you and he seem to have been doing since he took off. He belongs to me, and I will be taking him with me.â
âHeâs not a piece of property, you donât ownhim â you donât own anyone.â Scott shot back, watching the way the other alpha moved. He was moving carefully, stalking towards them until suddenly he lunged at Scott.
Scott ducked to the side, swiping out with his claws, catching the other alpha in the side. Jason recovered quickly, spinning back around, arm out to try and swipe Scott. Scott caught his arm, yanking him close, twisting his arm up and around to his back. He dug the claws from his other hand into Jasonâs back, forcing him to stand still.
âScott, wait!â Stilesâ voice took him by surprise, and, bringing Jason with him, he turned to face Stiles. âI donât want you to kill him. You donât kill people, and I donât want you to start because of me.â
Scott stared at Stiles, and the other just stared at him. Scott nodded, and slowly pulled his claws out, then released Jasonâs arm, shoving him to the side.
Before Scott could say anything, Jason surged forward towards Stiles.
âStiles!â Scott moved, but Stiles kicked out at Jason, then threw up a hand at Scott to stop him.
âNo, Scott. Please, let me do this.â Stiles asked, and Scott paused, watching him. He looked between Stiles and Jason, who was watching them with interest, then he nodded. He took a small step back, and let Stiles focus.
âSo brave, Stiles. But foolish.â Jason lunged again, claws out, but Stiles moved, turning away from the incoming attack and then spinning back in to appear at Jasonâs back, scraping his claws across Jasonâs back, then punctuating that with a kick to Jasonâs knee. Jason went down from the force and rolled with it, coming out of the roll on his knees, fangs bared and eyes flashing red.
He leapt up, and while Stiles threw out his arms to deflect him, Jason managed to land a swipe on Stilesâ shoulder, then as Stiles corrected his stance, Jason kicked out, catching Stiles in the stomach. Stiles stumbled back, then caught himself. He stood, then raced forward, taking the lead in the fight for the first time. He feinted to the right, then ducked to the left to land a punch to Jasonâs ribs, and another on Jasonâs jaw. Then he kicked in the knee again, and when Jason went down, Stiles caught him by his shirt and brought a knee up to Jasonâs groin. Scott winced in automatic male sympathy at the move, then grinned with pride.
Stiles landed one final kick to Jasonâs torso, sending him sprawling across the road. Stiles moved to stand over the other alpha, and after putting his foot on his chest, he leaned over. He was quiet, but Scott could still hear what he was saying.
âI am not worthless, Jason. I have never been worthless, and I have never deserved any of the things you did to me. I deserve to be happy, to have people who love me, and I will do more with my life than be a punching bag for you. I have a new pack here, and our pack looks after each other. Donât come back.â
Stiles stepped away, then turned his back on his former alpha and walked towards Scott. Scott was about to speak, but then two things happened at once. He heard a car racing up the road from his left, and he glanced in that direction before movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention and he looked back to see Jason had stood and was racing at Stiles, claws out.
Scott opened his mouth to yell, reached out to grab for Stiles when a gunshot sounded and Jason fell.
Stiles spun around in shock, looking at Jason on the ground, then looking around. Scott looked too, and then saw the car heâd heard. It had come to a stop nearly twenty feet away. The front door was open, and when it closed Scott saw someone step out from behind it that he hadnât seen in months.
âChris?â He asked, looking at Allisonâs father. The older man looked over at Scott and smiled, nodding in greeting.
âScott.â
âScott? Whatâs going on?â Stiles asked, looking between them and the body in the road.
âStiles, this is Chris Argent, heâs an old friend. Chris, what are you doing here?â
âDerek called, told me about this violent alpha that was heading to town, asked if I was close. I was only a couple of hours away chasing a lead on Kate, so I took a detour, and looks like I made the right choice. This is the alpha, right?â
Scott nodded, but before he could say anything else, the door to the Stilinski house opened and the Sheriff came running out, service weapon in hand. Then he spotted Scott, Stiles and Chris, and the body on the ground, lowered his weapon and sighed.
Scott looked over at Chris, and then back at the Sheriff.
âWe can explain.â
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They were able to explain, and Chris had an easy, believable cover story for the Sheriff to use (all they needed was one of his spare knives and an old gun which they put in Jasonâs hands and voila, a good reason for Chris to have shot). But when Scott noticed Stiles starting to shake as the adrenaline wore off, he called Lydia and asked her to come and stay with Stiles. The other boy had been unable to meet his eye since the Sheriff had come out, and Scott wondered if heâd pushed too hard.
Lydia had arrived, and after Scott and Stiles had given their âstatementsâ to Deputy Parrish, Lydia took Stiles inside and Scott headed home.
The next day, just after his mum left for her shift at the hospital, a knock sounded on the front door and Scott ran down the stairs to answer. He wasnât sure who it would be since the only people who tended to come over were the pack, and none of them knocked any more.
He opened the door and was surprised to find Stiles standing on the other side. Looking behind him, he saw Lydia wave from her car before pulling away from the kerb.
âUh, hey Stiles. How â how are you going?â He asked, stepping to the side to let the other boy inside.
Stiles stepped inside and looked around â it was the first time heâd been to the McCall house.
âHi Scott.â He said, turning back to him. âUm, is Isaac home?â
Scott tried to hide his disappointment â of course Stiles was looking for Isaac, not him. He shook his head.
âNo, heâs not. Heâs got a meeting for a group project, heâll be home later though.â
âOh, no I meant â Iâm here to talk to you. But Iâd rather do it just the two of us, so I was just checking.â Stiles stopped, closed his eyes. âSorry, Iâm not making sense. I want to talk to you, and I just wanted to make sure we were alone first.â
Scott nodded, unsure where Stiles was heading with this â but also felt a small flutter of hope that Stiles wasnât just willingto be alone with him, but wanted to be alone with him.
âOf course. Well, yeah, itâs just us. Mumâs at work. Um, do you wanna go sit in the living room?â He asked, and Stiles nodded so Scott led him over to the couch.
âSo. Ok, so when I first got here, you know I didnât really want to be around you, right? Because of what⌠of what Jason had done. Then eventually we got to know each other, and I sort of got the impression that you liked me â I mean, more than just a friend or part of the pack. But the thing is, when we met I was completely helpless, like this sad little puppy you get at the clinic that you want to cuddle and fix and thatâs not what I am, Scott.â Stiles looked up at him, and Scott sighed.
âYouâre right. About all of it, in a way. When I first met you, I wanted to help you - you looked so alone, and afraid. I wanted to make you feel safe. But then you finally started to settle in, you started to smile and laugh and I got to know you, the real you not just that scared beta in the preserve. And then last night you stood up for yourself. You showed him that youâre not that scared beta anymore, that youâre strong and independent and more than capable of looking after yourself. Thatâs who I fell in love with. So yes, I still want to make you feel safe, and loved but I also know you can look after yourself. This isnât about saving you, Stiles. Itâs about loving you.â
âI didnât want to love you. In fact, I fought it for a long time. It made me feel weak, falling for another alpha. I knew you werenât like him, but it still made me feel like I wasnât enough, that falling in love with another alpha just proved what heâd said about me being useless.
âI know you made yourself scarce at first. Well, mostly â I knew you were out there sometimes, watching the house. But you let Lydia introduce me to the betas one by one, and I knew that when they were spending time with me and Lydia it meant you were on your own, without your pack. But you still stayed away, didnât push to come inside or join in because itâs what you thought I needed, wanted. And then when you did come around, you were so careful, no sudden movements, always staying where I could see you. Letting me lead conversations, make decisions. And part of me worried it was an act, even though I knew it wasnât.
âThen last night, when I asked you - told you - to stop fighting for me, you did. I could tell you didnât want to, but you did. You stepped back and let me do what I needed to do, for myself. To prove to myself that I could. When that shot rang out, and Jason dropped dead, I thought for a second that you hadnât really believed I could do, that youâd just pretended to let me deal with him until your friend arrived.â
âI didnât!â Scott interjected, and Stiles nodded.
âI know that now. I spoke to Lydia last night, and then Christ came by this morning to see Noah. And that was when I finally knew, or I guess let myself believe, fully, that all those things Iâd seen in you, they were real. Thatâs who you are. Youâre never going to push me for something I donât want, or Iâm not ready for. Youâre never going to make me feel like Iâm less, or weak or useless. And now I know that Iâm not â last night I proved that to myself.â Stiles told him, giving him a small smile. There was a lull then, a silence but it wasnât uncomfortable. Scott thought about what Stiles was saying, and it made him think back to his conversation with Liam, before Liam had met Stiles for the first time.
âYou know, I told Liam once that not all scars are visible â in fact, we donât get visible scars anymore, as werewolves. Because we heal, some people start to think that nothing can hurt us, not really. But itâs those scars that arenâtvisible that are the worst. Because theyâre so easy to overlook, to ignore even as they become so ingrained in who we are. But you chose not to do that. You chose to fight back against what was causing them, first when you left then when you stood up and fought for yourself last night. You might always carry those scars, but they donât define you Stiles. And it sounds like youâre starting to see that.â
Stiles cocked his head as he considered this, then nodded.
âYouâre right. Itâs a part of me, it always will be. But itâs not who I am. Itâs not who I want to be, who I choose to be.â
âSo, who do you choose to be?â Scott asked softly, and Stiles looked down at his hands where they lay intwined in his lap, then back up at Scott.
âI choose to be⌠me. Happy. Pack.â He paused, a small smiled gracing his lips. âYours?â
Scott stared at him, not sure if heâd heard him correctly. Then Stilesâ smile fell and he started to back away.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry that was totally inappropriate â â
âYou can be mine only if I can be yours.â Scott said in a rush, and Stiles froze, looked at him.
âDo you mean it?â He asked in a whisper, and Scott nodded.
âI mean it. I donât know if Iâve ever meant anything more. But⌠if weâre going to do this can you promise me one thing?â Stiles looked wary now, like he didnât want to blindly promise anything. âIf I ever do anythingto make you uncomfortable, or scared or unhappy â will you tell me? Or, if you donât think you can tell me, tell someone, like Lydia or Isaac or â â
Stiles laughed then, and Scott stopped, looking at him.
âThe fact that you want me to promise that is why I donât think you ever will do anything like that.â Stiles told him. Scott smiled at him, but then spoke again.
âStill. Will you promise me? Please?â He asked again, and Stiles looked at him, considering, then he nodded slowly.
âOk. I promise.â Scott nodded back, and while he hoped it was never necessary he still hoped that Stiles would live up to this promise if it was. He was comforted by the knowledge, however, that if any members of his pack ever found out heâd done something they wouldnât hesitate to say something to him.
âThank you.â He said, and Stiles smiled at him.
âCan you promise me something in return?â Stiles asked him, and Scott sat up straight, nodding vigorously. âPromise me⌠that youâre going to kiss me in the next twenty seconds?â
Scottâs mouth dropped open at the request, his brain short circuiting. Then Stiles started laughing at him, and Scott knew, as he had the first time he heard that sound, that he would do anything he could to keep hearing that sound. Stiles held up a hand, counting down from five with his fingers and just as he got to one, Scott moved forward, bringing an arm around Stilesâ waist and pulling him in close.
âI love you, Stiles.â Scott whispered, and Stilesâ eyes closed briefly. When they opened, he stared directly at Scott.
âI love you too, Scott.â Then Stiles closed the distance, pressing his lips to Scottâs in a gentle kiss.
Scott let himself sink into it, revelling in the feeling.
He knew this wasnât going to be easy. They both carried scars with them and always would. He was sure he would mess up, and all he could hope is that he would never screw up so badly that Stiles left, that he hurt Stiles beyond repair. And he knew he would need to be patient, that Stiles would have good days and bad days as he continued to heal, that he might pull away sometimes. But he wasnât going to doing it alone â he had Scott now, and the Sheriff, and the pack, and Scott would give him space but, like last night, he wouldnât let Stiles run.
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Five Nights of Summer
Sciles week day 5: Summer Nights
Pairing: Scott/Stiles
Word count: 3649
Five Summer Nights
Summer Before Freshman Year
âMan, I canât believe weâre gonna be in high school in a month!â Stiles exclaimed (not for the first time this summer) from his spot on Scottâs bed. Scott turned from his desk to look at Stiles, rolling his eyes.
âI know, dude. Weâve done this already.â
âYeah, but high school, Scotty. Itâs a whole new ballpark! This is the year, man! This is the year Lydia Martin is finally gonna notice me.â Stiles told him, sitting up, a look of determination on his face.
âIf you say so, Stiles.â Scott said, wanting to believe for his buddyâs sake, but pretty sure that this year would be just like the last⌠six, was it? Heâd lost count of how long his friend had been in love with Lydia Martin. âIâm bored, man. Itâs Friday night, and weâre sitting around doing nothing, again.â
Stiles got that look in his eye which usually meant trouble was coming his way, and Scott almost regretted opening his mouth. Then again, Stilesâ record for getting them back out of trouble after getting them into was getting better. And his plans had like, a ninety percent fun rating, trouble or no.
Scott grinned, leaning forward in anticipation of whatever Stiles had come up with. A few hours later, heâd think back and regret that anticipation when the Sheriff was hauling them both by the necks of their tops and all but shoving them into the back of his cruiser.
Then again, when Stiles turned to him, grinning, as soon as his dad was gone, Scott couldnât help but grin back. Sneaking into a high school party had been awesome â right up until someone had called the cops on it, and Stiles and Scott had been caught by Stilesâ dad. But, since they hadnât been there long (and Scott was still able to exert some level of control over Stilesâ wilder ideas) they hadnât had any alcohol so at least they had that on their side when their parents decided on punishments. And they didnât know any other people in their year who had ever been to a real high school party before. Maybe Stiles was right. Maybe this year would be different.
Summer before Sophomore Year
âCome on, dude, I wanna make first line this year, that means practicing.â Scott said, staring at Stiles who was sprawled across his bed. Scott stood in the doorway of Stilesâ room, lacrosse stick in hand, staring at his best friend.
âBut Scott! Itâs summer!! Summer is meant to be for fun and sleeping and being lazy.â
âDude, youâre always lazy.â Scott laughed, and Stiles shot his hand up in the air, giving Scott the finger. âCome on, you practice with me this afternoon, and itâs your pick for tonight.â
It was Friday night, and Stiles had spent the last few complaining they never did anything exciting. So as expected, when Scott dangled that possibility, Stiles sat up.
âReally? Anything I pick?â He asked, already looking like he was in planning mode. Scott nodded.
âAnything.â
When heâd promised that, Scott really didnât imagine it meant he was going to be spending his Friday night in the mall trying to find Lydia Martin because Stiles had apparently overheard one of her friends making plans over the phone when heâd gone to the shop for milk that morning.
Theyâd been at the mall for nearly an hour now, and theyâd already tried countless shops that Stiles was sure would be the type Lydia would go to, and not a single sighting of her.
âDude, your dad finishes his shift in less than an hour, and if weâre not ready to go when he gets here you know heâll leave us and weâll have to get the bus and then walk back to your place.â Scott said, and Stiles threw him a quick glance.
âDonât worry, Scotty, weâll find her, Iâm sure of it. Come on, thereâs a few more places we havenât tried, sheâs got to be at one of them.â Stiles sped up and Scott rolled his eyes. The things he did because Stiles talked him into it.
As they sat on the bus nearly two hours later, having never found Lydia, Scott chose to ignore his sulking best friend in favour of playing around on his phone. When that got boring, he opened the camera on his phone, and started taking photos. First he tried a few of himself but they kept coming out blurry or his aim was way off. So he switched to taking photos of Stiles.
He managed to take a few before Stiles realised what was going on, then he started complaining, then moved swiftly to making silly faces at the camera. When Scott was checking one of the photos, Stiles stole his phone from his hand and suddenly Scott found himself on the other side of the camera.
He scrunched up his nose, then decided to mimic the faces Stiles had pulled earlier until Stiles was laughing. Then Stiles pulled Scott in and turned the camera.
They didnât manage to check any of the photos since the bus pulled up to the stop closest to the Stilinski house and they had to race to get off.
But the next day, when Scott was flipping through his photos, he found one photo of the two of them that was in focus and had both of them in the frame. Stiles had his arm around Scottâs shoulder, which was just visible, and their faces were pressed up against each other, both grinning into the camera. Scott made sure he saved the photo, sent it to himself to save on his laptop then set it as his phone background. It hadnât been such a bad night after all.
Summer before Junior Year
Scott lay on his bed in silence, thinking about the past few months, all the changes both good and bad. Then he thought back to his conversation with Stiles earlier that day when they were practicing lacrosse.
âNo lacrosse. No popularity, no girlfriend, nothing.â
âDude, you still got me.â
âI had you before.â
âYeah, and you still got me. Okay? Itâs a life fulfilled.â
Scott was surprised by how much the idea of no girlfrienddidnât really hurt any more. When Allison had first ended things, following the absolute disaster that was the of the lacrosse final, heâd felt broken. Broken heart, broken spirit, just⌠broken. But now, nearly two months later, the hurt had started fade. Still there, but more manageable.
His summer had been spent much like most of his previous summers â just him and Stiles. When Stiles had reminded him earlier that he still had him, the thought had made Scott want to grin, wide. After being bitten by Peter, and then meeting Allison, Scott hadnât spent as much time with Stiles as he usually would in the last few months of school. Between suddenly having a girlfriend, and trying to stay alive and getting caught up in werewolves and kanimas and everything, it had rarely just been the two of them.
Today it had felt like Stiles was reassuring him that he would always be there, and after everything, even with as much as heâd loved Allison, hearing that was the best thing heâd heard in a long time.
Scott was still lost in thought when he heard the front door open, and he propped himself up on his bed. His mum was working the late shift, so who â he heard the familiar heartbeat just before the footsteps started up the stairs and smiled. Of course, who else would just let themselves into his house? Although, he was surprised he hadnât heard the jeep pull up.
âScotty! I come bearing supplies!â Stilesâ called out, as if Scott wouldnât have heard him by now.
Scott contemplated sitting up, but decided instead to simply roll over on his bed so he was on his stomach, facing the door. Stiles rounded the corner into his room, and Scottâs eyes widened when he took in the bags Stiles was carrying.
âUh⌠Stiles, whatâs going on? You moving in or something?â It looked like Stiles had a bag full of clothes, his PlayStation plus controllers, and two bags of food.
Stiles dumped everything just inside the door and bounded over to the bed, dropping down beside Scott with a thump that made Scott bounce.
âNope. Well, not technically. Dadâs on call all weekend, and I know Mama McCall is on late shifts so weâre having a boys weekend! You, me, junk food, video games and movies.â Stilesâ eyes were sparkling, and Scott felt his excitement grow. They hadnât had a bro night in longer than Scott could remember and the prospect of a whole weekend just the two of them hanging out like they used to â it was exactly what Scott needed.
He grinned, sitting up to face Stiles.
âTell me you have pop tarts.â He said, trying, and failing, to sound serious. Stiles rolled his eyes.
âOf course I have pop tarts, dude â who do you take me for, and amateur?â Stiles shoved his shoulder good naturedly, then slipped off the bed to start fiddling with the PlayStation and Scottâs newly repaired tv.
Scott was content to just watch Stiles tinker.
Summer before Senior Year
The next summer, things were different â Allison was gone, Isaac and Derek had both left town, and Scottâs pack had expanded to include a werecoyote, a kitsune, Scottâs first ever bitten beta and a banshee they had thought was human. Stiles was dating Malia and still trying to help her integrate back into human society (Lydia was handling the school part after over hearing some of Stilesâ teaching methods). Scott was sort of dating Kira, even though she had been in New York for most of the summer.
They only had one more week until Summer was over and they began their final year of High School, and Scott could tell that Stiles was starting to get antsy about it, although he wasnât entirely sure why.
So tonight, for the first time this summer, heâd made sure it was just gonna be the two of them â Liam was hanging out with Mason, and Lydia was taking Malia shopping for new school wardrobes or something.
So Scott let himself into the Stilinski house, nodding a greeting to the Sheriff who was sitting at the kitchen table looking over a case file.
âHey, Scott.â
âHi. Howâs it going?â He asked, and the Sheriff gave him a small smile.
âBeen a quiet summer, so canât complain. The opposite, actually â itâs been refreshing, especially after the last year.â Scott smiled in return â it was certainly easier for them with the Sheriff finally in the know, but he knew how hard it still was for his friendâs dad to have so many cases he couldnât officially close because âit was a werewolfâ wasnât really something he could put in an official report.
âItâs been nice.â Scott agreed.
âStiles is upstairs, doing⌠something.â The Sheriff told him, and Scott nodded his thanks before bounding up the stairs, and entering Stiles room.
âHey Stiles.â Stiles looked up from his laptop where it was sitting in his lap as he lounged on his bed.
âHey, Scott. Whatâs up?â He asked, moving his laptop out of the way, closing the lid.
âNot much. Thought we could hang, just us.â Stilesâ eyes narrowed, and Scott cursed. Stiles was always able to read between the lines with him.
âWhat is it? What happened? Is it Malia? Kira? Liam? Did he have like, a pre moon wolf out and run around naked again?â He asked, and Scott shook his head.
âNo. Seriously, everyoneâs fine, I swear. I just thought it would be nice for us to hang out just us, like it used to be.â Scott explained, and Stiles relaxed minutely, though he was still staring at Scott like he was waiting for the but.
âOk.â
Scott moved into the room, kicking his shoes off and then sitting on the end of the bed, legs crossed, facing Stiles.
âOk. Fine. There is something I wanted to talk about â â
âI knew it! There is something wrong â â
âStiles.â Scott cut him off, using what Stiles had dubbed his alpha voice. Stiles always liked to claim it didnât actually work on him since he wasnât a werewolf, but nine times out of ten if Scott used it, Stiles would shut up.
This was one of those times.
âItâs nothing bad, I just⌠Youâve been really focused on this whole post-senior year plan, like really focused, even for you, and I just â is everything ok? I mean, I totally understand wanting to keep us all together, I donât like the idea of the pack just going their separate ways at the end of the year but, I donât know, it seems like this is more than that.â
Stiles looked down at his hands, and Scott waited, watching him. Finally, he looked up at Scott and shrugged.
âI asked my dad a few days ago who he still talks to, from his high school friends â do you know what he said?â Scott shook his head at the question, but from Stiles posture and voice he could guess where this was going. âNone, Scott. He doesnât talk to a single one of his friends from high school.â
âIs that whatâs had you so wound up? You think thatâs gonna be us?â Scott asked, and Stiles shrugged again, then nodded once. Scott wanted to laugh, but bit it back, knowing it wouldnât help.
âStiles â hey, look at me. That sucks for your dad, and yeah, maybe that happens to some people â but that is never going to be us, ok? First, weâre not all just friends, weâre pack, that means something.â Stiles nodded, but he still didnât look convinced. âAnd second? You and I? Weâve never just been friends â Stiles, youâve always been more than just a friend, youâre the most important person in my life besides my mum. And after everything weâve been through â Stiles, you stepped into gasoline while I held a lit flare to save my life or die with me. And I would do anythingto keep you safe too. So yeah, Iâm really sorry for your dad and all those other people who lose their high school friends but weâre never gonna be those people.â
Stiles blinked at him, then started to smile, and Scott grinned in return.
âYouâre right, thereâs not really any high school friendship like ours, is there?â Stiles said, and Scott shook his head.
âNope. Weâre one of a kind. Dude, youâre always gonna have me.â
âI always have.â Stiles responded, and Scott was suddenly reminded of that day last summer.
âItâs a life fulfilled, right?â He asked, hoping Stiles would remember. From the way Stilesâ eyes widened, then filled with happiness as he grinned, he too remembered that day.
âAbsolutely.â He agreed, and they laughed. And Scott gave an internal sigh of relief that heâd figured out what was troubling his best friend, and had â hopefully â managed to fix it. At least for now.
Summer after High School
âDude, we did it.â Stiles said, and Scott turned to look at him from the passenger side of the jeep. They were sitting in the jeep in the car park of the school two hours after their high school graduation ceremony.
Everyone else had left, the rest of the pack having not long taken off in groups to head to their favourite dinner for a celebratory dinner. Their parents had headed home with instructions to have fun but, under no circumstances, wake them up when they got home. They both had early shifts.
âI know, I canât believe we graduated.â Scott agreed, and Stiles shook his head.
âNo, man â I mean yes, we did, but we did more than that. We survived.â Stiles told him, turning in his seat to face Scott.
âStiles â did you mean it?â Scott asked, and Stiles looked at him. âThe night⌠the night they took you, the riders â you called me, but I didnât know who you wereâŚâ
âYou remember that?â Stiles asked, before he winced and ducked his head down.
âHey.â Scott reached out, put a hand on Stilesâ shoulder, waited until Stiles looked up again. âYeah, I remember. It came back when I saw you again for the first time at the hospital. Did you mean it?â
Stiles stared at him, and Scott just held his gaze, not moving. He just waited. After what felt like an eternity, Stiles nodded once.
âI meant it.â
âScott? Hey, Scott, where are you? Where are you right now?â
âWhoâs this?â
âScott⌠no, please â please, Scott, you have to remember ok? Theyâre coming for me, but you have to remember, please â remember me. Remember⌠remember that I love you. I love you Scott, I never said it before but I do, I love you. I love you. Remember that.â
âI love you too.â Scott told him, and Stiles started to shake his head but Scott moved his hand from Stilesâ shoulder to cup his cheek, stilling the movement.
âI do. When I realised what was missing from my life, that theyâd taken you it was like this⌠I donât know how to describe it, but I knew then. I need you in my life, always, not just because youâre my best friend but youâre the person I love more than anyone. Iâm in love with you Stiles.â
Stilesâ eyes had filled with tears as he listened, and he blinked.
âAre you sure?â He asked softly, and Scott heard the fear in his voice.
âNever been more sure.â Scott told him, his voice steady and serious.
âIâm in love with you too.â Stiles admitted, and Scott smiled and then before Stiles could move Scott had leaned it, bringing his other hand to the back of Stilesâ head to pull him forward to meet him, pressing his lips to Stilesâ.
Stiles squeaked in surprise, but quickly melted into the kiss, bringing his own hands up â one to mirror Scottâs and cup the back of Scottâs head, the other to wrap around Scottâs back, trying to pull him closer. Scott tilted his head slightly, and then deepened the kiss, pulling a groan from Stiles that Scott wanted to hear again and again.
When Stiles pulled back slightly, just to catch his breath, he grinned at Scott, and Scott mirrored the expression.
âWell⌠that was new.â Stiles said, and Scott laughed, rolling his eyes at the statement that was so Stiles.
âBut good?â He checked when he stopped laughing, and Stiles bit his lip, and nodded.
âDefinitely good.â Stiles started to lean in, and Scott moved as well but then Stilesâ phone went off, and he groaned. âI want to ignore it. I do. But thatâs the ringtone Lydia set for herself and I fear that if I donât answer sheâs going to make me pay, somehow.â
Scott bit his lip to keep himself from laughing, and nodded his agreement. Lydia had certainly changed over the last couple of years, grown into herself and her abilities â but she still hated to be ignored. If she called, you answered. And if you didnât, you were on your own, pack or no pack (Liam learned that lesson the hard way early in Scott and Stilesâ senior year).
âLydia? Whatâs up?â Stiles asked, answering the phone just before it rang out.
âStiles? Where the hell are you guys? Weâve all been here for ages, and everyoneâs getting hungry â and by everyone I mean the werecoyote, werewolf and teenage boys!â She nearly shouted into the phone, and Stiles winced, staring at Scott with wide eyes. Theyâd both forgotten they were meant to be meeting the rest of the pack for dinner.
âUh, sorry, the jeep was acting up again, but I think itâs sorted now. Weâll be there in like, ten minutes. You know what, Scott and I always get the same thing there anyway, why donât you just all go ahead and order, and order ours too? Thatâll keep the others happy.â Scott grinned at him â they were meeting at their favourite diner, and he and Stiles had been ordering the same thing for years.
Scott listened as Stiles rattled off their orders from memory, then after swearing to Lydia they were getting on the road right this minute, he hung up.
âOops?â Stiles said, grinning at Scott.
âOops.â Scott agreed, then, Lydia and her threats be damned, he leaned back across the centre console to kiss Stiles once again.
When he pulled back, Stiles looked a little dazed before shaking his head as if to clear it. Scott settled back into his seat with a smile, watching as Stiles turned the key in the ignition, letting out a little prayer (thank you jeep gods!) when it started with no fuss.
Stiles pulled out of the spot and drove out of the car park, away from the school. When he reached the main road, he reached out and grabbed hold of Scottâs hand, holding it as he drove. Scott let his head roll to the side, smiling at Stiles, content to watch him drive them to meet their friends â their pack.
It was the first night of their summer vacation â the first one after finishing high school, their last before college and the demands of adulthood hit. And if this was any indication, this was going to be the best summer yet. They had other friends now, they had their pack and allies. And, like all those summers before, they had each other.
Scott gave Stilesâ hand a small squeeze, and Stiles looked over quickly, smiling at him.
He remembered their conversation from last summer, and the one before. This wasnât just a life fulfilled. This was everything.
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by sciles_is_life_fulfilled
Stiles is a werewolf who shows up in Beacon Hills looking for his uncle, Sheriff Stilinski, on the run from his former Alpha. Scott and his pack help him, take him in and slowly help him recover and believe in himself and others again.
Words: 12116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant, Melissa McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, Chris Argent
Relationships: Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: referenced abuse, Past Abuse, AU, stiles is a werewolf, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, slow build Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski, Sciles Week, Sciles Week 2021, Prompt Fill, prompt: scars
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