Title: Alone

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one.

Summary:Stiles is always there for Scott and Derek, but what can you do when everything you have done still isn't good enough?

Warning: Cursing

"Police are still on the hunt for Derek Hale, the person they believe committed the string of murders. The trail has gone cold for them, but the search for Derek Hale has not halted."

I growled as I brought my fist down on the 'off' button of my alarm clock.

"Really, you couldn't of just played music?"

I felt like shit, it was partially my fault the police were even hunting Derek. I'm not the one who called out to the Alpha and almost got Derek killed, nor am I the one who threw Derek under the bus, but when my dad asked Scott and I what happened in the school I didn't stop Scott from planting everything on Derek.

As much as it pissed me off that Scott threw Derek down there so easily, I don't blame him. I wasn't about to tell my dad, 'Oh it wasn't Derek who killed all these people, it was a big bad werewolf Alpha and he's only doing it because he wants Scott in his pack.' Because that doesn't sound like I need medication at all.

I stood up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth. When I was done and dressed, I headed downstairs for breakfast.

Yes, I'm one of those people who brush their teeth, then eat. I figure that you're going to have to eat eventually and your teeth are going to get dirty anyway, why not just get it over with? Though I always carry a pack of mint gum with me, so my breath stays minty fresh.

My breakfast was a simple bowl of cereal and as always, I was spending breakfast time alone. My dad was usually always gone before I even woke up, so it wasn't surprising that he wasn't here this morning either.

It was upsetting that I didn't get as much quality time with my dad as I wished, but what was even more upsetting was that he was always out looking for the 'killer'.

It worried me so much and every time a dead body was reported, found, I was terrified that it would be my dad's. If my dad got hurt or worse killed, I wouldn't know what to do. He's the only thing I have left.

I shook the thought from my head and poured out the remaining milk, filling up the bowl with water before leaving it in the sink.

I raced up stairs, grabbed one of my striped button up shirts and flung it over my plain white tee like a jacket. I snatched my keys off my computer desk before I bounded back downstairs and out the door with my backpack.

Every time I flipped the ignition on, the sound of my engine roaring to life brought a small smile to my lips.

I shifted into reverse and backed out of my driveway, then quickly shifted back into drive and headed off to school.

When I got to school, I pulled into a parking space and just sat there. I stared at the front doors of the school, psyching myself up enough to actually step out of the car.

Come on what's the worst that can happen? No! Never ask that, as soon as you ask that everything goes wrong. Bad Stiles!

I was mentally kicking myself in the groin when I heard the first bell go off. Well then, whether I as ready or not for what was in store for me today, I really had no choice but to grab my bag and hustle into the building.

The second bell went off right as I ran through my classroom door.

"It's nice of you to decide to join us this morning, Mr. Stilinski, and just in the nick of time to avoid another detention."

"No problem Mr. Swea-, yeah no problem." I corrected myself just in time.

"Mr. Swea-, what?" The teacher raised his eyebrows at me.

"It's nothing as important as the knowledge I came here to learn."

I was given a strange look as he went to finish taking attendance.

Oh my god, that was close. You're an idiot, Stiles.

I slouched down in my chair and began tapping my pen on my notebook Mr. Sweater vest was babbling on about something, but no one was really listening.

"Hey, Stiles?" Scott whispered just loud enough to gain my attention.

"What's up?" I turned my head and leaned a little closer in Scott's direction.

"Nothing yet, where the hell were you this morning?" Scott's brow wrinkled up into a frown.

"I was sitting in my jeep until the first bell went off. I was just running through things in my head."

"Like what?"

"Nothing important."

Scott seemed concerned, but I knew if I told him all the things that were really going through my head he'd be pissed off with me. He wouldn't listen to what I said anyway. It'd go in one ear and out the other, especially if it had to do with Allison.

"You're lying, your heartbeat sped up." I could hear the change in Scott's voice, it went from curious to serious.

"Look, I just don't want to-"

"McCall, Stilinski, this is class time, not gossip time. If I have to warn you two, again you'll owe me two nice helpings of detention. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir." I slumped even lower into my seat, hoping it would hide me away from all the eyes that shot my direction.

I caught Scott giving me an odd stare the rest of the period. I knew that I was going to hear something when class got out, because all I hear these days are bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.

I shoved all my things into my backpack seconds before the bell went off. As the sound blared through the speaker, I shot up and out of class, stopping on the other side of the door to wait for Scott.

Scott finally stepped out of the classroom and we started walking down the hall. Neither of us said a word to one another, and I soon realized why Scott wasn't pestering me.

I was actually angry, even though I didn't want to talk about what was wrong I couldn't believe he was still so damn concentrated on himself.

"You're still listening in on her conversations?"

"Jackson." The undertone of his voice was riddled with venom as the name slipped through his lips.

"Stop listening, don't pay attention. Stalking her and trying to kill her and Jackson isn't going to solve anything."

"What the hell do you know about all this? You don't have a girlfriend or anything to loose! None of what's happened has a thing to do with you!"

"You're an ass."

I rammed my shoulder into his as I stormed past him.

"Stiles, I didn't mean it! Stiles, I'm sorry!"

Asshole. I obviously know more about it than you do, and I'm not the werewolf. If it weren't mostly for me, you'd be fucked.

I ran through everything I've done for Scott since he got bit, and a lot of shit was avoided because of me. Scott's even almost killed me because I was trying to help him!

Sure, Derek is here every now and then, to 'help' Scott, but does Scott ever listen? No. So, I end up saving the day, but do I ever get a 'thank you' or a 'you saved my life' from either of them? No, they just brush it off and go back to being super cool werewolves that are too damn good to thank a human for saving their Asses.

So, yeah I'm beyond pissed that Scott had the audacity to say None of this has to do with me or that I have nothing to lose, because what the hell does he know? He knows nothing.

I'm sure he doesn't even know that I still stay up hours every night trying to figure out what I can do to help him. I've looked up ways to kill the Alpha, what to use to weaken him, and I still feel like I haven't done enough for him.

I work my ass off to make sure he doesn't do something he's going to regret, but in the end, it doesn't matter. He won't listen to reason, he'll do it his way or he'll wolf out on you.

So, really, no matter what I do for Scott, hell even for Derek, I'm still the just the 'sidekick'.