A is for Alone

"Stiles, I need you to stay here. Isaac should've come back by now, I've gotta go get him," Scott said under his breath. They were currently crouched behind a dumpster, waiting for Isaac to get back from setting the trap they were using to try and catch the twins.

"Uh, no, Scott. You can't just leave me here. I'm not like you. If they show up all claws and fangs and red eyes, I'm screwed," Stiles protested, grabbing Scott's shirt.

Scott sighed. Stiles had a point there. "Look, I won't be far. If anything happens, I'll hear it, and I'll come. Okay? Trust me."

Stiles tightened his jaw. "Fine," he grumbled. Scott nodded and took off. "But if I die I blame you!" Stiles shouted after him.

"I know!" Scott shouted back. And then he was gone.

"Great," Stiles mumbled. He hated being the one who always got left behind. He knew it was for a good reason, but that really didn't make him feel any better. And now here he was, alone, with nothing he could use to defend himself in case a giant, angry werewolf decided it wanted to tear his throat out.

And then he heard it-the sounds of a fight. Not like a bar fight or a high school hallway fight, but a werewolf fight, with snarling and growling and crashing into things. Fantastic. He wasn't exactly sure what to do. The smart thing would probably be to stay behind the dumpster. Or just run for it. But the smart thing could mean Scott and Isaac getting ripped apart by the Brothers Grimm.

"Ah, damn it." Stiles never was the brightest bulb on the tree. He stood up, stretching his legs to get the blood flowing again. "I'm coming, Scott."

He jogged toward the building where he'd seen Scott and Isaac go in, slowing down as he got nearer. Things had gone suddenly quiet again, which worried him down to his core. He pressed himself against the wall and edged to the door. He took a deep breath and peered around it.

The building was empty.

"Uh…Scott? Isaac?" he called nervously, cautiously walking into the room. He raised his voice. "Guys?"

Panic gripped his chest as he realized that they were gone. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, trying to keep his hands from shaking. He dialed Scott's number, and when he didn't answer, Isaac's. He wasn't surprised when neither answered.

"Great. This is just great. I love it when my friends drag me out to an abandoned building in the middle of the night and then vanish! This is fan-fricking-tastic." Stiles trudged back toward the door. "Next time, I'm not going to stay behind the dumpster. No, no, actually there isn't going to be a next time. Scott and Isaac are big bad werewolves. They don't need me."

"Oh, I don't know about that. You think he's right, Aidan?"

Stiles stiffened as he heard the voice behind him.

"I dunno, Ethan. But I'm sure we could find out."

Stiles turned slowly to face them. "Hey, guys. I, uh, don't suppose you know where Scott and Isaac are? No? Well, I should probably get going. Good to see you two."

The twins grinned at each other, then at Stiles.

"Look, look. Scott's nearby, and if you touch me, I'll yell, and he will come and tear you to pieces."

"I think Kali's got him pretty occupied, actually. And even if he did come to save you, he would be the one getting ripped to pieces," Ethan replied with a grin.

"How are you gonna explain this to Lydia? And Danny?" Stiles asked. "I mean, how does that conversation go? 'Oh, hey, by the way, I'm only with you so I can piss off your best friends. Whom I've been trying to kill.' Because you know they're gonna find out. At least Lydia. You know she's psychic?"

"Can we just kill him?" Ethan growled. Aidan put a hand on his shoulder.

"Deucalion would be pissed. Like, inflict serious pain pissed. But I don't see the problem with some cuts and bruises, maybe a broken bone or two."

Stiles backed up. "Okay, seriously? I'm getting really tired of being the one people use to get a point across to Scott. It's always, 'You want your friend to die?' 'Scott finds his best friend bloody and beaten to a pulp.' 'I'll shoot Stiles first.' How about Stiles just goes home and lets Scott handle his own problems from now on? Throw in a nice little plot twist!"

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Aw. You two having some relationship issues? Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don't want to use you as a punching bag to send a message to Scott. I want to use you as a punching bag because you're a prick."

Stiles sighed, resigning himself to his fate. Aidan grabbed both his arms, yanking them behind his back. Stiles let out a cry of pain.

"Holy crap I think you just dislocated my shoulder. Douche!" Stiles cried through gritted teeth, fighting back tears.

Ethan drove a fist into Stiles' stomach, and he doubled over, gasping.

"Okay, okay. Can we just-" His sentence was cut off by another blow. He coughed, knees buckling. Another fist, this time to the face, and he was spitting blood.

"Guys. Come on. Please. Please," Stiles breathed.

"I dunno, Aidan. Does that seem like enough?"

And suddenly Stiles was released, and he crumpled to the floor.

"Yeah. I think that's enough. Let's get out of here."

And then they were gone. And then Stiles was alone, again. Only now his shoulder was popped out of place, and his ribs were aching, and face hurt a lot.

"Stiles? Stiles, are you here?"

Stiles frowned. "Alison?" he called. "Is that you?"

Alison came into the building, kneeling next to him. "Oh, man. You okay? Holy crap, your shoulder!"

"Alison, what are you doing here?" Stiles asked, utterly confused now.

"I need to pop that back in."

Stiles' eyes widened. "Naw, it's fine. It's okay."

Alison helped Stiles sit up, then grabbed his shoulder, making him hiss in pain. "Deep breaths, Stiles. On three. One…two…" And then she jerked, up and back. Stiles let out a scream, then, gasping, looked up at Alison.

"That…that feels better. Thank you. How'd you…never mind, I don't wanna know." She helped him to his feet and they headed out into the night. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Alison looked down, embarrassed. "Scott called me. When he realized Kali had Isaac, he had to go after them. And he knew that you probably wouldn't stay behind the dumpster, and that the twins were probably going to show up. And I wasn't doing anything, so…I got here right as the twins were leaving. Sorry I didn't get here sooner."

Stiles stared at Alison in disbelief. "Scott called you to babysit me? Are you serious?! That is-that is not cool." He climbed into his jeep, silently fuming.

"Uh…Stiles? I don't suppose you could…give me a ride?"

Stiles glowered. "Well, you did just pop my shoulder back into place. Get in. Don't talk. I need this time to process the fact that Scott called the girl he has been over-protecting for the last months to baby-sit me."

Alison climbed into the passenger seat. "Stiles, I-"

"No!" Stiles snapped. "Silence!" He sighed. "Sorry. I'm just feeling a little…slighted. Underestimated. You know."

"Yeah," Alison said softly. "I know. Scott'll figure it out eventually. He just needs time. And he needs you. He needs you in a way that-well, that he doesn't need me. Or even his mom. You're more than just his friend, Stiles. You're his brother. You're the one person that he would trust with absolutely anything. He wants to protect you because the thought of you dying absolutely terrifies him. You're what keeps him grounded. Even if he doesn't realize it all the time. And you stick with him, even when no one else does. Even when he's not sticking with you. So don't ever think that Scott doesn't need you. Even a big, bad werewolf needs a friend."

Stiles stared down at the floor. He didn't know what to say. "Uh…thanks. Alison. Wow. I still don't forgive him there."

"Oh, I don't expect you to," Alison said quickly. Stiles smiled.

"Really, Alison. Thank you. I'd be okay with you being my body guard any time. Don't-that came out weird. Don't tell Scott about this conversation."

Alison laughed. "My lips are sealed."

After dropping off Alison, Stiles drove a little slower. He wasn't looking forward to trying to explain his face to his dad. But he'd learned something.

Even if he was alone, Stiles would make sure that Scott never would be.


A/N: Fun fact: Working title for this fic is "Teen Wolf Angsty Whump Fest." Feedback appreciated! Love y'all!