Title: death is a disease

Author: sablize

Character/Pairing: Scott/Derek, with Cora lurking in the background

Summary: "I can't sit by and watch you throw yourself into reckless situations anymore, and sometimes I can't protect you as much as I want to and I'm sorry for that, but I need you, all of you. I can't do this alone, Derek. And I don't want to." Episode tag to 3x05, Frayed. Scerek.

Spoilers: 3x05

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.

Author's Notes: Camp NaNoWriMo is eating up all my time but I just had to do this, because if you weren't shipping Scerek by the end of last night's episode then I literally don't know what to tell you.

Title inspired by a song of the same name from The Fountain soundtrack.


The next time Scott sees him, Derek is blissfully, blissfully alive.

Scott doesn't care who else is in the room; it's only Cora, and even though she's watching him like a hawk, he's too focused on Derek to care. He's so relieved he feels delirious, light-headed, and the first thing he does after an astonished, "You're alive...!" falls from his lips is yank Derek into a hug.

Derek grunts as Scott presses against him, and it takes him a second to realize that it wasn't a grunt of please-no-I'm-allergic-to-physical-affection but a grunt of oh-my-god-I'm-in-pain-please-let-go, and Scott drops his arms immediately. He looks down to find that Derek's wounds are still there, but at least they are clean and look like they've begun to heal.

Scott's hands are still on Derek's shoulders and Scott doesn't care, because as long as he keeps that contact point he knows that he is warm and breathing and alive. "You're an idiot," he tells him. "I wanted to talk to them, not fight them. I told you we couldn't handle them, and... and look what happened...!"

He searches Derek's face desperately, but all he can find is resignation and a small hint of regret. "Scott — " he starts to say, but Scott interrupts.

"Don't ever do that again," he says, then pauses because even thinking of Derek falling over the edge that night makes him feel vaguely ill. He swallows hard. "I can't sit by and watch you throw yourself into reckless situations anymore, and... sometimes I can't protect you as much as I want to and I'm sorry for that, but I need you, all of you — Cora and Peter and Isaac and Boyd, too. I... I can't do this alone, Derek. And I don't want to."

Regret finally blossoms full-force on Derek's face and he looks down, away from Scott's earnest eyes. "I won't," he says gruffly, and looks up at last. "...do that again."

"Good," Scott replies, relief coursing through him. He doesn't know how good Derek's promise is, but for the time being it's enough. "We're brothers, right? And we look out for each other."

Derek nods, and now there's really nothing left to say — or at least nothing that Scott feels comfortable putting into words (like it's my fault and I'm so sorry and please don't leave me like that again) — so Scott pulls him into another hug, more gentle than the last. To his surprise, Derek only stiffens for a second before he lets himself relax, tips his head against the side of Scott's and finally, finally hugs him back.

Out of the corner of his eye, Scott watches as Cora leaves the room, smiling slightly like she knows now that her brother is in good hands.