I wrote this in like an hour, so I hope it's okay. I just have a lot of feeling about this, and needed to get them out.


"I couldn't get in touch with Malia or Lydia."

Scott looked at his best friend, too many emotions running through him to process. His mind flashed back to what Theo told him. At first he couldn't believe that Stiles was capable of something like that, but why would Theo lie to him? If he was being honest, Scott had no idea what Stiles would be willing to do to protect his dad. Stiles had always been overprotective of the Sheriff, but would he go this far?

Scott felt like he didn't know anything anymore.

"What?" Stiles asked, confusion overtaking his features.

The rain poured over them, and Scott wanted to ask him. He wanted Stiles to explain. He wanted for it all to make sense, because looking at the boy who had been his best friend for almost as long as he could remember and imagining what Theo explained just didn't add up. It couldn't add up. But there was that little sliver of doubt in his mind, and it was because of that he couldn't get any words out. So instead, he pulled the wrench out of his jacket and held it out.

He saw Stiles stiffen, his gaze wary and dark. He heard his heart speed up, and felt the anxiety and fear start to radiate off of him. "Where'd you get that?"

That was the confirmation that he dreaded.

"This is yours?" he asked, disbelief clear in his voice.

Stiles looked away, his anxiety intensifying. Slowly, he reached over and took the wrench from him, refusing to look Scott in the eye.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Scott asked, not bothering trying to hide the hurt in his voice. That's probably what hurt the most. That fact that the boy who had been through everything with him lied to him about something so awful.

"I was going to," Stiles muttered, his gaze fixated on the wrench in his hands. Scott knew that he must have been flashing back to that night.

"Why didn't you tell me when it happened?"

Stiles shook his head slightly, his hands holding the wrench like it was fragile. "I couldn't."

He finally looked up at Scott, apprehension clear in his eyes.

Scott shook his head, his disbelief growing. "You killed him? You killed Donovan?"

"Yeah, but he was gonna kill my dad," Stiles explained, like it the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe he would do anything to protect his dad. Even kill someone in cold blood. "What? Was I supposed to just let him?"

Scott couldn't believe the callousness coming from his friend. How could it be so simple to him? He bashed a kid's face in. How could he just think it was okay to do that because the kid threatened the Sheriff? People had threatened his mom and his Pack so many times, but he could never justify doing what Stiles did. "You weren't supposed to do this. None of us are."

Stiles' eyes narrowed at him, and Scott smelled anger mix with his anxiety. He shook his head, as if he couldn't believe what Scott was saying to him. "You think I had a choice?"

"There's always a choice –"

"Yeah, well I can't do what you can, Scott!" Stiles exclaimed, his voice rising in volume. "I know you wouldn't have done it. You probably would've just figured something out, right?"

Scott nodded, his throat tightening at Stiles' tone. "I'd try."

"Yeah, 'cause you're Scott McCall!" Stiles yelled, his voice getting louder as he talked. "You're the True Alpha! Guess what? All of us can't be True Alphas! Some of us have to make mistakes! Some of us have to get our hands a little bloody sometimes! SOME OF US ARE HUMAN!"

Stiles was roaring by the time he was done, and Scott couldn't believe what he was hearing. "So you had to kill him?"

Stiles looked at him in disbelief, like he couldn't understand how Scott could think that what he did was wrong. But it was wrong. It was so wrong.

"Scott, he was gonna kill my dad!" Stiles said, exasperated. He honestly thought that was the only explanation needed for bashing someone's head in. Scott's stomach churned. How could any of this be okay?

"The way that it happened," he said, begging Stiles to understand. He had to understand. He couldn't be that blind. "There's a point where it's just – it's not self-defense anymore."

"What are you even talking about?" Stiles asked, confusion filling his features once more. "I didn't have a choice, Scott!"

He looked at Scott for a moment, reading his expression. Scott knew what he saw. Disbelief, hurt, shock. He wasn't trying to hide it. "You don't even believe me, do you?"

Scott swallowed, trying to control the emotion in his voice. "I want to."

He wasn't lying. He wanted to believe Stiles, he did. But what Theo witnessed…he didn't know what to believe.

"Okay, all right. So believe me, then." Stiles nodded, his expression softening.

Could he believe him? He had always been able to believe in Stiles, no matter what. Even when Stiles wasn't Stiles, he believed in him, and the Nogitsune had done some horrible things. But that hadn't been Stiles. That had been someone using Stiles' body. But this? There was no excuse or reason to why Stiles would do this. Not a good one, anyway. They were supposed to be the good guys, but listening to Stiles, he wasn't so sure anymore.

"Scott, say you believe me," Stiles pleaded. Scott couldn't look at him. He couldn't look his best friend in the world in the eye and tell him that he wasn't sure. Out of his peripheral, he saw Stiles take a small step forward. "Say it. Say you believe me."

"Stiles, we can't kill people that we're trying to save." He didn't know what else to say. Maybe if he said it enough, Stiles would come to his senses.

But Stiles just let out a frustrated sigh, taking a deep breath. Then his expression hardened, as did his tone. "Say you believe me."

He walked towards Scott, holding up the wrench slightly, and Scott couldn't help but think of what he had already done with the tool in his hands. The image that he had created of Donovan's face flashed in his mind, and he automatically took a step back as fear filled him. He immediately regretted it as he looked at his best friend.

Hurt covered Stiles' features, and he looked down at the wrench, flipping it over in his hand before looking back at Scott.

"We can't. Kill people!" Scott repeated, his frustration at the entire situation making itself clear. "Do you believe that?"

He honestly needed to know if Stiles believed that, because right now, he wasn't so sure he did. Yes, Stiles would be the first one to suggest it most of the time, but he never actually meant it. He hadn't meant it, right?

Stiles looked at him, shock mixing with the hurt. His lips quivered, and he took a deep breath before he spoke.

"What do I do about this?" Stiles pleaded, looking Scott straight in the eye. "What do you want me to do, okay? Just – Scott, just tell me how to fix this, all right? Please, just tell me. What do you want me to do?"

Scott didn't know. He honestly didn't know. What did he want Stiles to do? He wanted Stiles to see what he did wrong, and to accept that what he did was wrong with no exceptions. Bashing someone's face in was not okay, even if it was to protect someone else. But Stiles apparently wasn't going to budge. He was going to stand by his defense. Scott didn't know why, or what had gotten into Stiles to think that any of this was okay, but Scott couldn't be okay with it. Wouldn't be okay with it. Yes, Stiles was his best friend, but he didn't get a free pass because of it. In fact, Scott was pretty sure that he had held Stiles up to a higher standard than some of the other members of the Pack. Because he had been there since the beginning. He had known what Scott wanted, what he believed in. Scott had never trusted anyone more than he trusted Stiles.

But now? Now that trust was broken, and he didn't know how to fix it.

So when he spoke, he wasn't sure why he said what he did, other than the fact that he was hurt, and angry, and betrayed. He didn't want to deal with this, he couldn't. He had dealt with so much the last couple of years, but he couldn't handle this.

"Don't worry about Malia, or Lydia," he told Stiles, ignoring as his own eyes burned with unshed tears. He tried not to notice the moisture in Stiles' eyes. "We'll find them. Maybe, uh…Maybe you should talk with your dad."

With that, he forced himself to walk away, not wanting to look at the boy he barely recognized. The boy who had been there for him? The boy with whom he had trusted with his entire being? He saw him, but it was too much to look at him and see not only that boy, but the man who had tried to justify murder.

The trust he had put in Stiles Stilinski was broken, and it was then that Scott finally understood the term, 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall.' Because his relationship with Stiles? It was huge. It was everything.

Now it had fallen, and it had fallen so hard, he didn't know if he could ever pick it up again.


What do you think? I'm thinking of making one from Stiles' POV, but I don't know if I can handle watching that scene again!