Abyss (Prologue)

Abyss Noun

A deep or seemingly bottomless chasm.

Set around two years after season 5, no link to season 6 whatsoever.

The McCall household was quiet; it had been ever since Scott had left for college, Melissa no longer heard her son's laughter as he cackled over Skype to Stiles, or the times his friend climbed through the window. Melissa missed the sound the pair had when they were having fun, but she guessed they were having a brilliant time at college together, they weren't far away, considering they had chosen to go to Beacon Hills College, knowing the town couldn't survive without them.

Melissa did like the peace and quiet sometimes, especially when she had finished a long day at work and she finally got to sit down to watch television. It was one of those days, when she heard the sound of the front door click open, "Scott?" She questioned, her voice echoed out; she muted the TV and walked around the corner, to see Scott holding a suitcase and supporting a very sickly looking Stiles, "What's going on?" She snapped into nurse mode and placed her hand on Stiles's cheek, he hadn't looked like this since he was possessed and it gave Melissa horrible flashbacks.

"It's the flu I think," Scott told her, "Sounds like it...he didn't want to worry his Dad."

"Can I stay with you?" Stiles's slow voice asked his Mother-figure, it was Melissa's three-day holiday, but when one of her kids are in trouble; supernatural or not, she'd drop everything for them.

"Of course," she took hold the suitcase from Scott, "Are you going back to College?"

"I don't have lessons tomorrow, Stiles does, but I told the professor and he gave him some work he can do." Scott closed the front door, guiding the sleepy Stiles to the sofa; Stiles grabbed a pillow placing it under his head and curling his legs up. "We have left Malia behind, though."

"Let's just hope she doesn't turn the flat into a coyote den," Stiles joked sleepily.

"She'll be fine," Scott sighed, "I'm gonna get to bed, the Coach saw us on the way here and he wants me to shout at the Lacrosse new team in the morning." He kissed his Mum's forehead, he then advanced to his best friend, placing his hand is his hair and messing it up, "Get better." He then ran up the stairs.

"Here, Stiles...I'll get the sofa bed out for you," Melissa walked over, he just stayed put, "Stiles?" She placed her hand on his shoulder and jumped out of his skin, "Hey kiddo, could you hear me?"

"No, sorry..." Stiles sat up, Melissa helped him up and he nearly fell but caught himself on the side. Melissa watched him with caution as she pulled the bed out, "Mu—I mean Melissa." He closed his eyes, casting his head back and placing his hand together, "I'm sorry—I just." Her hands found his hand and he tightened his grip, "Sorry."

"Stiles, if it makes life that little bit easier, call me Mum; you're like my son anyway." She helped him down onto the bed, he buried his head in his hands; Melissa knelt by his side.

"I have feeling this isn't just the flu," Stiles sighed, Melissa clasped his hands and he looked up at her with teary eyes, she placed her fingers on his cheeks.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Melissa questioned.

"Wait a sec," Stiles stayed silent for a while, "As soon as we hear Scott snore, I'll tell you." Melissa chuckled lightly, a few minutes later, the loud snores of Scott were heard, "Okay...he's out," he cast his eyes back, "Mum...I'm so scared." He went straight in with the Mum and for some odd reason, it was the best feeling in the entire world and it didn't feel wrong at all.

"Why?" Melissa asked.

"I haven't felt like this since Void, like my whole world is falling down," he cried, "Like I'm dying."

"Honey, that's what the flu feels like," Melissa didn't want this to be bad, she needed him to be okay, "Listen, if this..."

"...is FTD, yeah, I looked up symptoms online," Stiles sighed.

"Don't trust the internet," Melissa ordered him.

"I'm sleepwalking again," he cut her off, "Malia found me in the courtyard at college, I told her not to tell Scott."

"Stiles, you used to sleepwalk a lot as a kid," Melissa explained, "Scott and I once found you in the attic." They laughed, "You can't always presume the worst."

"I'm Stiles, I always do," Stiles smiled through the tears, "When Scott goes out, can you and I? Go and get me checked out."

"If it helps," Melissa stepped up and kissed his raven black hair; he laid back and Melissa took the duvet out, laying it over him. "Goodnight Stiles."

Scott left for the school early in the morning, trying his best not to wake his sleeping friend; the Alpha was very excited to be teaching the Lacrosse team, he knew that he would be able to judge Liam's captain skills.

Melissa McCall hadn't slept all night, she had called in for a MRI scan for Stiles and had told the Sheriff everything, but told him not to worry or to phone Stiles, she knew the boy only really wanted her involved. All night she had constantly gone down to check on the boy, to make sure he wasn't too cold or too warm, after Scott left; she walked down to wake him, she interlocked her fingers with his hair, "Stiles?" Her voice woke him and he looked up at her with sleepy eyes, "I booked you an appointment."

"Okay," Stiles rose from the bed and allowed the duvet to slide off him.

After breakfast, Melissa guided Stiles to her car; she let go of his arm to unlock the car and he half fell down into the car, "Stiles!" She jogged over supporting him; he closed his eyes tightly, counting under his breath, "You okay? Stiles?" She placed her hand on his cheek as his eyes reopened them; he looked at her as he tried to support himself, "Stiles?"

"Sorry, I blacked out for a little," he told her.

"How often does this happen?" She asked holding onto him, so he didn't fall.

"Recently, like every other day," Stiles breathed out, he froze when he saw Scott's bike pull up, "Damn it."

"Stiles? Mum?" He bolted over; his protective side snapped it and he placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, "What's going on?" Melissa lost her grip on Stiles and the boy almost half fell into Scott, "Stiles..." he caught him and held him up, he looked up to his Mum as he held onto his best friend for dear life, "What's going on?" He asked.

Stiles breathed out and hung onto his friend tighter, he closed his eyes for a second, but Scott made sure he didn't lose his loving grip; Stiles tucked his face into his friend's shoulder as his tired mind finally gave out and he collapsed head over heels into Scott's arms.

Welcome to this heartbreak of a fanfiction (also hi to two people I know are reading this, my bestie Libbi and my Tumblr friend Sherry stilestate, hope you two enjoy this!) There are 25 chapters of Stalia love, Sciles, Marrish etc...I hope you love it, it would mean a lot if you left a review now and then.)