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Summary: Stiles is always there for Scott and Derek, but what can you do when everything you have done still isn't good enough?
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It was my study period, so I was in the library. I found this surprising, because the only time I ever willingly set foot in a library was to look things up for Scott. This time, however, I wasn't there to look things up for him, but to avoid him. I hadn't spoken to him since this morning. In truth, I'd been avoiding him all morning.
I sighed at the papers strewn out in front of me. Why did history have to be so boring?
I couldn't care less about the Civil War. Really, I thought both sides were being dicks about things. Speaking of dicks, a bag dropped on the table in front of me. I didn't move my head, instead I darted my eyes up to see who it was. I wasn't thrilled with the sight, so I went on writing.
"I've been looking for you all day, man." Scott pulled out the chair across from me and sat down.
I didn't respond just continued with my paper.
"You're still angry at me for this morning." He wasn't so much asking a question as he was stating the obvious.
"I didn't mean to snap at you," Scott lowered his voice. "Hell, I didn't even think of what I was saying when I was saying it." He paused like he was looking for what to say next, "I'm sorry, Stiles."
"Hmph." I wasn't planning on saying a word.
"If you're not going to talk to me, then at least look at me." Scott reached for my hand. I moved my hand before Scott could grab it, but set my pencil down and reluctantly made eye contact. "Thank you." Scott smiled. I raised my eyebrows, chewed the inside of my lip and tapped my fingers impatiently. The look I was giving Scott wasn't reassuring. "Okay, you're really pissed."
Again, stating the obvious.
"Since you aren't going to say anything, I'll get right down to my question." Scott paused again for my reply. He didn't get one "All right. I'm going out tonight, and I need your help."
Of course, you need my help, because the only time I'm useful is when you need something. I didn't answer. If he wanted my help, he was going to have to actually form a question.
"Dude, I said I was-"
"I get it. You said you were sorry. Great. What the hell do you want me to say?"
"How about that you don't hate me, because it sure seems like you hate me," he said plaintively.
"You know that I don't hate you. You're my best friend." I used the word 'best' lightly, because at times, he really just seemed like every other friend that mooched off of me.
"Then why are you so angry about things?" He sounded confused.
"I'm angry about things because I don't get the credit I deserve!" I snapped. "I stick my neck out for you all the time, but you don't acknowledge half the shit I do for you. It gets tiring."
"I'm sorry. I never realized you felt that way." A guilty look crept over his face.
"My point exactly, you never 'realized'."
"I really do appreciate every thing you've done for me," he said, earnestly.
"Maybe you should tell me every now and again, then. It would be nice to hear 'Good job, Stiles. You really did great out there.'"
"I know, and I'm sorry that I haven't given you the credit that you deserve." Scott looked like I'd just kicked his favorite puppy.
Good, I hope you feel like the biggest prick in the world, because you kind or were acting like it. I sat back, crossing my arms.
Scott grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled something down on it before handing it to me. "That's the place I'll be, if you decide to come." He stood up and grabbed his bag. "I'm sorry." He walked away and left me to talk to myself.
"God dammit, Scott." I threw my head back and buried my face in the paper. "Why do you always do this to me?"
I looked at the piece of paper in my hand, trying to figure out what to do. Coming up with nothing, I shoved it in my pocket, frustrated.
School had ended hours ago, and I found myself lying on my bed, fiddling with a Rubik's cube, and staring at the ceiling. I had gone through the conversation Scott and I'd had a million times in my head. I thought about everything he said. He looked so desperate it was hard for me to hate him. They way he left was what I was really stuck on, though.
'That's the place I'll be, if you decide to come.'
"Fuck!" I bolted up and chucked the Rubik's cube against the wall. It exploded as it hit, gouging a hole out of the wall before pieces flew everywhere.
Why the hell did he have to make this so hard?
Pissed or not, if I didn't help him, who would? My mind flitted to the only other person who could back up Scott. Unfortunately, I didn't know if he was still alive. My heart dropped into my stomach. I knew Derek had been alive long enough to get in his car and drive away, but that didn't mean he couldn't have bled out in his car before he could heal.
I hadn't seen him since that night. There wasn't a single trace of him. I don't know how many times I went to his house and waited, just hoping that he'd show up.
I pinched the bridge of my nose before I reached into my pocket and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper.
I didn't want to go, but if Scott got hurt because I wasn't there to help, I wouldn't forgive myself. I sighed in exasperation.
I slowly slid off the bed until my feet hit the floor, and I heaved myself up. Pissed I snatched my keys off my computer tower and headed out to my jeep. The drive was quiet, and tension built inside my head the closer I got to Scott's meeting place. I came to a stop across the street from the parking garage and frowned at the concrete wall shielding the cars.
Why does this place seem so familiar?
It brought to mind blood, pain and fear. I remembered begging; I remembered dying.
I snapped back to reality and realized I was gripping the steering wheel so hard, my knuckles turned white. I pulled my key out of the ignition and took a deep breath before I opened my door and stepped out into the oddly cold night.
I tucked my hands into my coat pockets before jogging across the street and into the entrance. I could hear the echo of my steps bouncing off the walls as I walked around. This place was creepy as hell at night.
"Scott?" I called a bit desperately, still shaken from the memories of my dream. "I really don't like it here. Come on, where are you, Scott?" I didn't like the way my voice drew attention to me, so I just decided to stop calling and wait. I bounced up and down a few times to try to shake the cold away. I was so focused on the cold that I wasn't expecting the hand gripping my shoulder. I shrieked and hit the ground. When I wasn't immediately disemboweled, I looked up to see Scott doubled over trying to hold back laughter.
"What the hell?" My voice went up an octave. "You scared the piss out of me!" I popped back up to my feet and shoved him.
"You… you screamed like a little girl." Scott collapsed into a fit of giggles.
"Not cool," I said pissily.
"I know." Scott was trying to contain his laughter.
"Where were you?" I demanded.
Scott finally got control over his giggles. "I was looking for you. I wasn't sure if you'd come."
"Yeah, I wasn't sure if I'd come either. I didn't want you to do something stupid and me not be there to save your ass," I added snarkily.
"Thanks man. It means a lot that you came." Scott gave me his dorkiest smile and I couldn't help, but grin back at him.
"So, exactly what are we doing?" I rubbed my hands together, anxious to get this over with.
"I'm not sure really."
"What, do you mean you're not sure?" My voice cracked. "Then why the hell are we here?" I couldn't believe Scott hadn't a clue what we were doing.
"We're here because I was asked to be." Scott looked around the parking garage.
"By who?" Again, my voice raised an octave.
Scott ignored me, his head cocked as if he were listening to something I couldn't hear.
"Scott!" Fear raced through my body. I trusted Scott, but that trust was wearing very thin right now. "Scott, why the hell-"
"Shh, here he comes."
I looked around frantically, trying to see what Scott heard.
"Between his screaming like a girl and you laughing your ass off, I think the quiet entry is kind of pointless, now." The familiar voice echoed off the walls.
My heart skipped a beat as the speaker finally appeared.