TITLE: May Angels Lead You In

By: Ellie

A/N: Hey...no wait, I can explain. For those who are following 'In The Blink Of An Eye', I am not done with that story just yet. The next chapter is almost done. Just a few touch ups and then I'll put it up. Really.

Until then, I thought I could post this multi-chaptered story. It's been sitting on my laptop for a while now because I wanted to complete it before posting. I haven't completed it yet but one needs encouragement, right? The story begins right after 3B.

Rated: T

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Self-harm. Character death- not the core four. Its a sensitive topic and I really don't want to hurt anyone. Please be warned. I'll make sure to specify in the beginning of the chapter if there's even the slightest hint. Though angst is there through out. Sure nobody minds that.

The title was inspired from the song- Hear You Me- by Jimmy Eat World. A shout out to Trishy Fishy for the wonderful idea and tremendous help. Thank you so much! :)

CHAPTER:1:

As His World Falls Apart

"No...no…no…no!" Scott shook his head in denial as he anxiously paced the narrow corridor of the hospital, his mother standing in front of him with her head bowed down in grief.

"No…" He ran a hand across his face in frustration. "Shit.. Mom…What about him?" He nervously asked as his friend's face flashed in front of his eyes, trying his best to not panic. His voice shook with emotion and he looked at his mother pleadingly.

"What about Stiles mom?" He almost yelled, running a shaky hand through his hair. Melissa knew exactly how close the two friends were, so close that she had always thought of Stiles as her son. She just stood there with teary eyes, her mind racing with all kinds of thoughts, before she quickly came forward and placed a consoling hand on her son's shoulder.

"Sweetheart, there was nothing we could do. He was barely breathing when your dad brought him here."

"I can't…" Scott sniffled as his eyes became watery and a tear trickled down his cheek. "Mom…we can't tell Stiles." He hurriedly spoke, eyes blown wide with fear. He wanted to be there for his friend, he really did but he just didn't know if he had the courage to do it again. Scott slid against the wall and sat down, his elbows on his knees, face buried deep in his hands.

"Honey, he needs to know." Melissa pressed as she crouched down beside him, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"Why is this happening again mom?" The teenager asked miserably, shaking his head and scrunching his eyes shut. Melissa, who had clearly decided to be strong for her son, swallowed her tears and pulled him into a hug. Scott dug his head deeper into his mother's shoulder and inhaled shakily.

After a considerable amount of time, when Scott's panic finally died down, Melissa planted a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Let's go. We have to tell him." She whispered, nodding her head in efforts to encourage her son who clearly seemed to be having second thoughts about it.

"He won't be able to take it."

"He will. He's stronger than you think. And besides, he's got us, right?" Melissa soothed, her voice calm, as though she was talking to a 5-year old boy.

Scott stared at his mother for a while and then nodded, obviously inspired by the confidence she had in her eyes, her voice showing no signs of waver or uncertainty. As determination bubbled ever so slowly inside his chest, another realization struck him hard and his eyes widened, desperateness crawling back into his tone. "Where will he stay? We can't...we can't let him go back to his own place. Mom...he has to stay with us." He quickly spoke.

Melissa wanted to comment on how her son was ordering her around but given to the situation, decided against it, only slightly smiling and nodding her head. Besides, she wanted that too- Stiles deserved the warmth of a home.

Scott nodded back as he unsteadily got up on his feet, taking deep breaths.

"Honey…remember you have to be strong. You can't break down like that in front of him. He needs you, now more than ever." She gently pressed her hand to Scott's face, and waited for him to respond.

"I will try mom." He forced a small nod- the only kind he could muster with so much despair and helplessness surrounding his heart. He then started following his mother to where the others were waiting, all the while feeling a hard lump rising in his throat.

As he walked down the hallway, Scott's eyes darted around the place, desperately looking for Stiles. He stopped in his tracks when he finally found his best friend uncomfortably seated on one of the hospital chairs, the heavy bags beneath his eye-lids and his pale skin, making him look lifeless. Wait, why was Stiles so pale? And...why was he shivering?

He was pulled out of his trance-like state when his mother gently tugged at his arm. He hesitantly nodded and started to walk again, lips slightly trembling as tears threatened to fall.

As he got closer, he noticed how Stiles stood up on his shaky feet, Lydia's arm circled around his', supporting his weight. Closing his eyes, he decided to focus on Stiles' beating heart. A quick frown appeared on his forehead as he listened. Pain and panic spread across his face almost immediately. Somehow, somewhere in his heart, Stiles knew. Stiles knew Sheriff Stilinski was dead. He knew his father was gone. Forever.

Stiles could see something was wrong…hell he knew exactly what it was. Scott's face was always an open book and the way his lips trembled - I am your best friend! Any other situation, he would have sarcastically rolled his eyes at the wolf for even uselessly trying.

As Scott and Melissa got closer, his heart skipped a beat. He noticed a frown appear just as suddenly on Scott's face and Lydia tightened her grip around his arm. He was very thankful to the banshee for being there with him, because, although he would never admit it to anybody, she was the only thing holding him up.

He unconsciously clawed at his chest in efforts to calm himself down, rubbing the area with his thumb, desperately hoping that he was wrong. When the duo finally reached, he tapped his foot on the ground, "How's my dad?" He decided to jump straight to the point, eyes darting nervously between them.

He took a shaky breath as Melissa continued to look at her feet and Scott just stared at him. "Scott..how's my dad?" Stiles whispered, panic quickly rising in his chest, voice quivering with the swivel of emotions in his heart.

He did not miss the look that Scott shared with Lydia and her reaction to it made the whole situation clearer. She stood beside him with her mouth agape and her eyes widened in shock, hand lingering in front of her face. She quickly straightened when she saw Stiles staring at her.

With another shaky breath, Stiles untangled his arm from Lydia's and slowly stumbled towards Scott, his arms hanging in mid-air in front of his chest as he struggled to force air into his lungs.

"Scott…what happened?" His voice was thick with fear, brow furrowed in frustration. Why wouldn't Scott just freaking tell him?

"Stiles..I..I am so sorry."

That was it. The only trigger Stiles needed before his world crumbled down around him.

"No…." He refused to believe, still considering the possibility of this whole thing being a sick joke. C'mon, his dad couldn't really be dead. He knew he was being insane, but that was the only flicker of hope in his heart.

But the light of hope extinguished as soon as it had lit when Melissa looked up and sadly nodded.

"No….No.." A sob forced itself out of his throat and he pleadingly stared at the woman, shaking his head in denial.

He started trembling as his heart hammered inside his chest, not paying much attention to the concerned glances from everyone around him. He stumbled backwards, panting heavily. Without a warning, his knees gave out underneath him and he collapsed on the floor with a loud thud. Not my dad! Not him. Please, not him.

Scott reached out to help his friend as quickly as he could and grabbed his shoulders. He gently pushed Stiles on the ground and kneeled down in front of him, hands lingering in front of his chest, unsure of what to do.

Lydia too placed her palm on her mouth, trying to stifle her cries. When Stiles collided with the ground, she rushed forward and curled her fingers around Stiles' shaky arm, trying to provide comfort in whichever way she could.

"Dad…." Though Stiles had intended to scream, all that came out was a miserable whisper. His voice was hoarse and dry, breaths coming out in short, painful gasps. He tightly gripped Scott's hand placed on his shoulder and tried again, "Why? Why...?" His voice cracked, tears now spilling down his cheeks. He could feel his best friend's hand on his face, his concerned and panicky voice slowly making its way into his head, "Stiles…Your heartbeat's crazy, just please, please..."

Another painful sob- scream-erupted from Stiles as he clutched at his chest with one of his arms, the other one still clasped around Scott's.

The desperate yell drained him of his energy and he began shivering violently. His mind became fuzzy, confusion taking over while his vision blurred around the edges. His mind swarmed with thoughts and he found himself struggling to breath, his heart hammering mercilessly beneath his chest. He knew what this was. In the moment of desperation, he quickly reached out to the one person he knew could help.

He latched on to Scott's shirt, "Sco…" He whispered as his eyes began to shut against his will, another sign of a panic attack fast approaching.

It didn't take a second and Scott was already pulling Stiles into a bone-crushing hug.

"It's okay. It's okay. Stiles, it's alright." He found himself panicking too, his own eyes brimming with tears.

Stiles melted into the embrace and dug his head deeper into Scott's chest as memories, painful memories, flooded his mind and images of his parents flashed in front of his eyes. He fisted his hands in Scott's shirt, shoulders bouncing as he sobbed uncontrollably.

Scott only tightened his hold on his brother's shoulders and stroked the back of his head in a comforting manner. He pressed his chin onto the human' head and shushed him, unconsciously rubbing circles on his back. They stayed like that for a while, Scott rocking them back and forth, continuously murmuring soothing words in Stiles' ear, Lydia's hand placed on top of his'.

While the rest of the pack just stood there watching the scene in front of them with teary eyes, Derek was the first one to react to Stiles' violent shivers. He quickly removed his own jacket and hesitated for just a second before hunkering down to wrap it around Stiles' shoulders, gently ruffling Scott's hair as he moved back. The younger wolf quickly nodded a thanks at the older one and began to adjust the jacket over Stiles' body and himself, never once pausing his mantra of comforting words.

Stiles was oblivious to everything that was going around him. He was panting heavily now, body sinking further into the floor, Scott's firm chest being the only barrier. His eyes were closed, body exhausted and emotionally drained, head throbbing behind his temples. His hair clung to his forehead and the back of his neck, slick with sweat. A dry cough rattled his ribs and Scott pressed his hand against the human's neck protectively.

He couldn't stop himself as his mind wandered off to the events of the same day, 5 years back when Stiles' mom had died. The two of them had sat like that for hours, Stiles leaning heavily onto him and crying into his shoulder. For two long years after the tragic loss, almost every day he had seen his brother struggle and flinch at the mentioning of his mother's name. And just when things were getting better, this had to…..Scott's thoughts were interrupted when Stiles' arms around his waist relaxed and fell lifeless on the floor.

He quickly broke the hug and held his friend by his shoulders, shaking him in his grip. Much to his horror, Stiles' head only lolled from one side to another, the white of his eyes peeking from beneath his shut eye-lids. He gently cupped the human's face and called out desperately for his mother. "Ma..." He nearly screamed, his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest.

Melissa quickly wiped her tears off and came rushing to her boys, letting her professional instincts kick in. She gently tapped Stiles' cheek. "Stiles, sweety..." She glanced at her son who looked like he was about to have a mental breakdown and hurriedly spoke, "Scott, he is okay. Scott, hey!" Scott gave no reaction for a second and she shared a quick, concerned glance with Derek, "Hey, it's okay. He'll be fine." She explained gently, noticing Scott's eyes welling up with tears.

Scott let out a few shaky breaths and nodded, wrapping his arms around Stiles almost desperately. For a second there, he thought Stiles was..gone. He thought his brother had left him. A sudden shiver shook him and a small cry escaped his lips, God why did this have to be so hard?

As fear seeped out of his body ever so slowly, he dug his face into Stiles' shoulder and relished into the gentle touch of his mother's hands caressing the back of his neck.

He hugged his brother tighter and breathed a sigh. At that time and moment, he swore to himself. He wasn't going to let anyone or anything hurt his best friend again. And if someone managed to inflict even a scratch on his brother's body, he would rip their throats out without a second thought.

Well, how was it? Please review. I need to know if I should continue this. Was Stiles out of character? And I swear, I don't ever want to see this happen in the show. I wouldn't be able to watch it. Its just easier to write. Anyways, thank you so much for reading and I'll update next week. Really.

-Ellie