"Stiles, if you have it, we'll do something."

It was never about the power. All he wanted was for everyone around him to be safe. And in that moment, he knew that if it had to come down to it, he would give Stiles the bite. Scott's eyes drifted slowly from the floor to meet Stiles's gaze, taking the spilt seconds to confirm that he really wanted to say such a thing to his best friend.

When his eyes meet Stiles, his words faltered. The look in his brother's eyes-the words got caught in his throat at the sight of unhinged terror in his eyes. Stiles, the boy who constantly stayed strong for others, the boy who begged Scott not to call his father when he was lost because "he already worries about me too much," was trying to tell Scott how terrified he was with his eyes. But Scott knew that it wasn't just the chance that he might have frontotemporal dementia that scared him to the bones, he knew because of something he said over the phone. "Because I think there's someone in here with me." After his dad and mom found Stiles in the woods, it was obvious he wasn't kidnapped in a literal sense. But Stiles telling him this didn't make sense. If he truly was sleepwalking, how could someone be with him? It was the little things that began to add up. Stiles was one of the only few left without being marked. Stiles telling him that there was someone with him in wherever he was. He wasn't sure and maybe it was a long shot, but Beacon Hills would be the place for his best friend to be possessed by a Nogitsune.

As he stood there, conflicted on his best friend's state of both mind and health, he calmly answered, "I'll do something." Because whether Stiles was possessed by a demon or he a mind crippling illness, there wasn't a thing Scott wouldn't do for him, even if that meant giving Stiles something he never wanted: the bite.

Stiles didn't have to say anything because his eyes said it all: he was willing to get bitten if it meant living for the people around him.And when Scott and Stiles hugged each other, it was almost easy to forget. For that moment in each other's arms, they didn't have to see the dark inevitable ahead. They were just stupid sophomores going into the woods at night to find a dead body. But like all the good times they ever had, it all came to an end. Scott pulled away to leave Stiles to his MRI. Once again, Stiles was struggling to fight his inner demon, who that was trying so hard to do the same. And Scott was left with the mystery of his best friend to solve without the only person he thought best for the job: Stiles.