Places We Belong

by JimberlyShipper

This is a Sciles 21 Jump Street AU. The show, not the pos movies. Scott is younger than Stiles, and Stiles works for an undercover police unit, they go into schools to catch teenage drug dealers, etc. There is Scira, but Sciles will happen. I also gave Scott an identical twin. This is partly for Scott McCall appreciation week, which starts Sunday. Posting early. :)

Disclaimer: The characters of Teen Wolf do not belong to me. I got this idea of 21 Jump Street Sciles, and I'm running with it. Based on the show, only it's present day instead of the 80s for reasons. It's going to be a bit angsty, and possibly slow burn. I'm not good at writing it though, so maybe not. Scott is younger than Stiles, and Stiles goes undercover at Scott's school. Sparks fly, but it's also complicated. XD. Read on if you dare!

Place Where We Belong

By Julia

The Piedmont was one of the worst schools Stiles Stilinski had gone undercover in so far. He was here to solve Vernon Boyd's murder. He was standing in the hallway when he laid eyes on. He wore guyliner, black nail polish, tight jeans low slung on his hips, ad a tight white open collar tee shirt. His black curls were full and luscious, and his chin was scruffy. He had his arm around a tiny Asian girl and Stiles' heart sank. She too was punk rock, and Stiles definitely thought they were dating. Stiles had been single for a year now, and he was very ready to move on. Stiles knew it could be a possible stat rape with this kid, but Stiles was only 20. Couldn't even drink yet. Not that he hadn't. Stiles heard the bell ring, ad the Asian girl moved off, leaving Punk Rock boy alone. Stiles could use this as an opportunity to talk to the boy. Even if it was pointless.

Closing his locker, Scott McCall turned around and bumped into some guy he didn't know. That was possible at the Piedmont. It was a huge, dangerous school. Scott brushed his curls off his forehead and looked at the guy. He was super hot, and he looked like a gang banger. Scott was kind of scared of gang bangers. There were tats on his arms. On him all over, really. He took a puff of his inhaler. The other boy's eyes arched up. "I have asthma." Scott said, a little defensively. "I'm Scott." He said, and he watched the other boy nervously as he told him his name was Stiles. Scott had a free period, and so did his twin brother Dusty. "I have to go and meet my bro D."

"I just, did you know Vernon Boyd?" Stiles asked, he was so flustered. He knew it was weird to just ask it, he knew that. "I kind of had business with him, and I heard he died." Stiles hastened to add. It was still weird, but he hoped it was less weird in this concept. Stiles couldn't take his eyes off that olive skin. And those silky black curls. That Stiles wanted to run his fingers through. Stiles watched Scott's face, he was thinking about something. Stiles had never been so flustered before. But no guy had ever had this affect on him. Stiles adjusted the bandanna he was wearing. Boyd had been dealing drugs. That's all the info they had at the chapel though. This was making it harder.

Why was this guy asking about Boyd? Didn't he know he'd been murdered? Scott reached for his vape. He was going to smoke pot with Dusty. Dusty was his identical twin. They loved to fool their baby sister Caitlyn when they could. That was where his mind was, not on Vernon Boyd. Well, and his girlfriend Kira Yukimura. She'd just found out she was pregnant. His mami was going to blow her top. Scott was excited though. He worked as a stripper, and he'd been saving money for emergencies. This definitely fell into that category. "You've lost whatever business you had with him, he's dead." Scott said, making to go down the hall, Stiles following. Scott thought it might be Cora Hale, she was Boyd's rival.

Stiles was really hoping that it wasn't pot in Scott's vape. He feigned surprise at Scott saying Boyd was dead. "I guess I'm never getting my $100 dollars back. What happened?" He asked, and tried to keep his face sympathetic when Scott told him that he was murdered. "I wonder who did him." Stiles mused out loud. Scott shrugged one shoulder. Stiles bit his lip. Scott was so sexy. "So, um… is that girl I saw you with your girlfriend?" He knew he shouldn't have asked, but he couldn't help it. Stiles hadn't seen anyone so gorgeous as Scott was in a very long time. He couldn't stop imagining Scott with his clothes off. Stiles was very gay, and had always known it. So he'd never even kissed a girl. He knew the answer was going to be yes, he was only torturing himself. But he had to know.

Scott looked at him then, curls falling over his eyes. Brushing them away, he eyed Stiles. "Yeah, Kira. Why do you want to know?" He asked. His cell buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it for the moment. Scott had never seen the other boy before, and strange guys had never hit on him in the Piedmont. It wasn't a homophobic thing, it just wasn't the kind of school for that. Scott was pansexual, he was attracted to personalities. Scott loved Kira though. They'd been together for a year. He tried to assess why the other boy was asking. "Because if you're trying to ask me out, I've been with Kira for a year. And I'm not leaving her." Scott couldn't tell him about the baby. It was still a secret.

Trying to hide how much that disappointed him, Stiles wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. Stiles said, "I was, yeah. You're just… really hot and I couldn't not ask." Stiles then laid eyes on a boy who was identical to Scott. That had to be his brother. "Um, your brother's your twin?" He asked, his eyes a bit wide. He'd never met actual twins before. He offered his hand to the brother. "I'm Stiles. New at school." He said, and the other shook his hand, telling him he was Dusty. Stiles assumed it was short for Dustin. "I was asking Scott if he knew Vernon Boyd." He added, and Dusty brushed curls out of his eyes. Stiles noted that Dusty had an earring in his right ear where Scott did not. That was very helpful.

Dusty eyed his brother, and Scott had on a very confused expression. He knew what that was about though. He knew Kira was pregnant. Unlike Scott, Dusty was just straight up gay. He liked to think of it that way. He thought it was funny. "You smoke?" Dusty asked, looking Stiles up and down. He thought the other boy was hot. Dusty wasn't carrying a bag, just some books under one arm. Nothing for school, it was some novels. Dusty was only staying in school because Scott was. Dusty had plans to be a rock musician. He only did enough to pass classes. "Babe, you gotta hang with us. You're some kind of fine." Dusty said, as Stiles blushed deeply. "We've got plenty of bud to go around." Dusty had forgotten that Stiles had brought up Boyd. Dusty felt Scott staring at him, and he met those brown eyes that were exactly like his. Scott was trying to tell him he didn't want Stiles to come with. Dusty arched his eyebrows, and he knew his twin got what Dusty was conveying. He wasn't taking the invite back. Then it hit him that Stiles had asked about Boyd. "What do you want with Vernon Boyd?" Dusty asked, his eyebrows raising a bit. Dusty knew who had killed him. No one knew that, (not even Scott) but he did. Dusty hadn't been involved in Boyd's drug business, but they had friends in common. Dusty kept his eyes on Stiles, who seemed nervous and unsure of how to answer. "Because trust me, you don't want to go around talking about him." Dusty told him, shaking his head. He kept Stiles' gaze, and Stiles agreed to go and smoke with them. Dusty gave him a sexy smile.

They started for outside. Scott knew what his brother was trying to accomplish. He wanted to get into Stiles' pants. Scott knew it might actually work, Dusty could get just about any guy that he wanted. And Stiles had already hit on Scott. Why was this bothering him he didn't know. Scott had meant what he'd told Stiles. He loved Kira, and they had a baby coming. Scott let his curls fall over his forehead as they walked. He pulled out the vape and turned it on, so they could smoke as they walked. It was legal now anyway. Scott took a couple of hits and passed it on to Dusty. Scott really wasn't sure how to stop D from hitting on Stiles. Scott was quiet as he walked, Dusty and Stiles were chatting animatedly about something. Scott loved his brother, but Dusty wasn't the kind of guy who did serious relationships. And Scott wasn't getting a player kind of vibe from Stiles. And Dusty could be like a hurricane, loved you during sex, was charming, adorable, and then just wanted to be friends. Scott had seen it devastate guys. Dusty didn't always pick the guys that wanted the same thing that he did. Scott brushed his hand through his curls as Stiles handed the vape back to him. They'd reached the hangout spot, under the bleachers by the football field. It also doubled as the lacrosse field, Scott no longer played, but Kira did. They settled in on the grass.

Dusty had noticed that Scott was being quiet. He set his eyes on his brother as he pulled candy and chips out of a pocket in his bag, and a few cans of soda. Dusty looked from Stiles to Scott, wondering what else had been said before he got there. Besides what Stiles had said about Boyd. "What'd you do, Stiles? Hit on Scott?" Dusty asked, and Scott paused opening his soda. "You don't know what you did with that. Not only does Scott have a girlfriend, but the first guy he dated really fucked him up.." Dusty wasn't trying to be a jerk and get Scott to talk about what Tristan had done. And the reason Scott had even been taken in by him in the first place because of what they'd both suffered at the hands of their father. Who was now dead. That was a whole different story that neither of them talked about. Scott handed Dusty a soda, giving his brother a sharp look. Dusty gave him a soft look, shrugging one of his shoulders. "Scott hasn't dated a guy in three years, even though a year of that was with Kira. If you guys are going to be friends, you've got to deal with Scott being gun shy." Dusty knew not to bring up that Kira was pregnant. Dusty was the only one besides the two of them to know. "But trust me, Scott and Kira aren't breaking up any time soon. You should let me take you out sometime." Dusty said, giving Stiles a sly smile as Stiles took the vape. Dusty opened his soda and grabbed a Snickers bar and opened it. As he slowly took a bite, he kept his eyes on Stiles.

Stiles had been watching Scott while Dusty had been talking. Scott didn't want to talk about whatever this guy had done to him. Stiles also got that it was more than the breaking up with him kind of thing. Stiles could tell there was real trauma they'd both been through. He could tell by the tone in Dusty's voice and the look on Scott's face. Stiles wished he could get them to talk about it. Stiles handed the vape to Dusty. "I don't want to try and hit on him while he's dating someone." Stiles was quick to say. Scott was quiet, other than using his inhaler again. Stiles would ask why he smoked if he had asthma, but he got why. Therapeutic.

"Dusty shouldn't have brought up Tristan." He said, shaking his head. "Because I don't ever fucking talk about him." Scott glared at Dusty. They never talked about Scott and Tristan's relationship. And why Scott had been compelled to date him in the first place. It was because of the sexual and physical abuse Scott had gone through with their father. Caitlyn was the only one of them who hadn't. Their mother only knew about the physical abuse. It had finally made itself known to her when Rafe had pushed Scott down the stairs. He'd been in a coma for three days, and his legs had been broken. Melissa had pressed charges. Because he was a FBI agent, he didn't serve more than five years.

Dusty could tell Scott was thinking about Rafe. That had not been his intention. "Scotty, I'm so so sorry." He said, his brown eyes brushing with tears. Scott was mixing up fresh weed with what they'd smoked already. Dusty didn't usually let anyone outside of their group see him like this. Dusty wiped his eyes and reached out to touch Scott's knee. They hadn't spoken about Rafe's sexual abuse before. Mostly because they'd shared a room, and Rafe had done it to both of them at the same time. So they knew what had gone down without having to tell the other one. Caitlyn knew because they'd asked her if she'd gone through it. Rafe had gone to jail after attacking Scott when they were eight years old, and by the time they were fourteen, he was out. That was also when he'd come to get revenge, and Scott had killed him. It had been clear cut self defense, and so Scott hadn't been charged with anything. They had talked about that some, what Scott had felt when the gun had gone off. Dusty kept his watery eyes on Scott's, and they both communicated that it would be okay. Then Dusty looked away, his head in his hands. He spent every day trying not to think about any of that. Dusty hadn't been in a serious relationship at all, he'd not trusted anyone. And he knew his sexual promiscuity was because of the abuse as a child. What was different now was Dusty knew he had to break that pattern.

Scott finished with the mixing of the weed and turned the vape back on. He hit it, and his eyes fell on Stiles'. Stiles had a sympathetic look on his face, and Scott had to fight back the feeling of anger at that. Because he knew that it shouldn't make him angry like that. Scott passed off the vape to his twin, and opened a Coke and some Ruffles. Scott took a long drink before he spoke. "It's not something D and I talk about, but our dad… we went through some horrific shit with him." Scott had to stop talking because his voice started to shake. Even Kira hadn't seen him like this. Mostly because he was afraid to.

It was no surprise to Stiles. He'd already guessed it was something like that. "I kind of… I guessed it might be something like that." Stiles said, shrugging one of his broad shoulders. "Does your girlfriend know?" He asked, and Scott shook his head. "You have to tell her, Scott. Because that is a huge part of who you are. And it always will be. It's going to affect your entire life. Everything. My dad, he's a cop. He's worked with a lot of abuse victims. Even if you deal with the feelings, it will still touch everything." Stiles hadn't expected to be talking about this, but Scott and Dusty both needed to hear this. Stiles could tell that they both weren't really dealing.

This made Dusty's head jerk up. At both what Stiles said, and Scott not having told Kira. "What the fuck, Scotty?" Dusty cried, handing off the vape to Stiles. "You have to tell her! Stiles is right, it could cause a problem with her in some way. Just because it hasn't happened yet doesn't mean that it won't!" Dusty knew from experience that it could. He'd freaked out in the middle of sex before. And not all of the guys had been okay with it. Dusty was quiet as he spoke, his tone, rather. "I know, because guys have gotten angry at me because I couldn't go through with sex." Dusty hadn't told anyone this before. They both looked at him with surprise on their faces.

"Dusty, why didn't you tell me?" Scott asked, moving over to reach out and take Dusty's hand. He reached with his free hand and wiped tears off his brother's cheeks. "I'm so sorry, D." Scott said, as Dusty refused to look at him. Scott wanted to go and hunt those guys down. And he wasn't an angry kind of guy. Scott said, "Dustin Manuel McCall, look at me." His tone was no nonsense, and Dusty looked up at him. "You don't ever have to feel embarrassed for anything you feel. Especially about this. Nothing you feel is wrong. And they were wrong for what they did to you. I know that we don't talk about this, but maybe we should. You shouldn't keep things inside. Not if it's going to make you feel like this." And then, Scott said, "I'll tell Kira. Okay?"

That's when Dusty said he had to go, and picked up his books and left. Stiles accepted the bag of chips and soda Scott handed him. He hadn't learned anything about Boyd, but Stiles really did think that he'd helped them both. Stiles accepted the vape from Scott. "You made the right choice in telling Kira." Stiles told him. Stiles took a long hit. He only did this once in awhile with his roommate Jackson Whittemore if he wanted to. Stiles was finding he liked it. Maybe Scott got better stuff. As he finished, he handed it back to Scott, who then cleaned it out into a small plastic baggie. Stiles looked at him. "I'm so sorry that you're a survivor."

Scott looked up at him. Scott hadn't ever thought of it that way before. "I've… I've never thought of it as me being a survivor before." Scott said. He glanced at his cell. "I gotta go. I have another free period and I use that time to rehearse for work." Scott was a stripper, something his mami and soon to be stepfather did not know. He had turned eighteen six months ago, and he'd gotten a job at a club two days after his birthday. It was also a great chance to showcase his music, he could dance to it. He and Dusty had a band with their friend Carrie Hale and Kira. "I'll see you later, I guess?" He asked, and Stiles nodded. Scott said, "Tell Dusty if you see him it's okay for you to have my cell."

Stiles said okay, and watched Scott walk off. He put the baggie in a trash can on his way. Stiles felt like he had just met one of the most special unique boys he'd ever met. Stiles decided that he'd finish his snacks before he went to another class. It would only help with his bad image. Stiles moved to lean against the bleachers, and wondered what to do about Dusty. He'd definitely been flirting with Stiles. And while Stiles did think Scott was amazing, he didn't want to try and steal him away from Kira. Stiles didn't want to be that guy. Maybe he'd have fun with Dusty. And he knew that Dusty was a different person than Scott. It couldn't hurt anything.

The next afternoon, Scott was waiting by Kira's locker. He was going to tell her about Rafe. Scott wasn't looking forward to it. But he also knew that Dusty and Stiles were right. He had to tell her. Scott brushed curls out of his eyes, and answered a text from Carrie while he waited. She was one of Derek Hale's sisters, he was the school counselor. Scott liked Carrie, she was fun. Also a lesbian, and she had a hopeless crush on Lydia Martin. Who was dating Allison Argent, so it was going to get Carrie nowhere. As Scott was waiting, Isaac Lahey started walking up to him. Scott froze. Isaac was a flirtatious guy who had once slept with Dusty. And now, despite Scott dating Kira, he had to hit on Scott as often as possible. Scott sighed. "Go away, Isaac. Waiting on my girlfriend."

Isaac did not miss the way Scott said the g word. Isaac didn't even really have a thing for Scott, he just wanted to get Dusty jealous. But he'd seen Dusty with that new transfer from Bennett High, and he was curious. "Relax, McCall. I just want to ask you about Dusty." This got him a raised eyebrow. "Is he like… trying to nail that Stiles guy?" Isaac asked. He was not one to show vulnerability but he knew Scott wouldn't make fun of him for it. Isaac had grown up in foster care after he was 6 years old due to his own abusive father. They kind of got each other. "Because I really just want D to go out with me again."

Scott looked at him. "Isaac, I know that you don't want to hear this, but you can do better than Dusty. I love my brother, but he has so much growing to do before he can be in a relationship. You are so much farther along in your recovery than Dusty is. You're ready to be with someone. He's not. I can't tell you why, if you don't know, but he's still got a lot of work to do before he can be a boyfriend. You have a rough exterior, Isaac, but you're a good guy. You deserve someone good. And while I think Dusty is a good guy too, it just won't work with you guys until he realizes that he is." Scott hated Dusty's low opinion of himself. He had a lot of growing and changing to do yet.

That was sort of hard to hear. Even if he got why Scott was telling him. "I know what you both went through. Dusty told me." He said, running his hand through his own curls. Isaac looked into those melted chocolate brown eyes. "Scott, you are one of the best guys that I know. I know that you don't think you're a good guy either. Because you're carrying around the guilt for having to kill Rafe. You were protecting your family and yourself. You did the right thing. And that's why you dated that Tristan. Because you didn't think you were worthy of better." He wasn't surprised when Scott's eyes filled with tears. "You did an amazing thing, Scott. You saved lives. You should acknowledge how amazing that truly is."

Scott was surprised that Isaac had said all of that. He'd never said anything that kind before. Scott gave him a watery smile, and this is when Kira came walking up. Scott shared a look with Isaac, and he took off. Kira walked up to him and Scott kissed her. "Um, I have something to tell you and it's really serious." Scott just hoped she wasn't going to be angry at him for never having told her. He had been afraid of what she would say. And it was a hard thing to be with someone who had the kind of issues that Scott had. He loved Kira so much and he had been scared of losing her. She looked up at him, her brown eyes wide with surprise. Scott let out a breath. "I was…. abused by my dad. Physically and sexually." This was said quickly to get it out.

Of all the things Kira thought Scott would say, it wasn't that. "I'm… I'm so sorry, Scott." She said, her eyes rushing with tears. Partly baby hormones and partly that someone as amazing as Scott had gone through something like that. She listened as he laid it out for her, telling her that Dusty had been abused too, and how Rafe had died. Kira couldn't believe that Scott and Dusty had had to go through that. They were on the way out to Dusty's vehicle, they usually carpooled if possible. Mostly to save on gas. Kira squeezed his hand with hers tightly. "Scott, I'm so sorry. That must have been hell." Explained things about Dusty though.

"I just, I thought I should tell you. Dusty gave me shit about it, actually." Scott knew that Dusty had been right to give him shit about it. Scott brushed his free hand through his curls. He was glad that he'd listened. "I'm sorry that I haven't told you before. I was scared, I wasn't sure if you'd get mad at me because I'd never told you." There was a lump in his throat. He didn't want to voice that fear, that she'd break up with him if he'd spoken up. Scott wiped his eyes with his free hand, and Kira leaned up to kiss him. Scott was too surprised to do anything but kiss back. "I love you so much, Kira. I wasn't trying to hide it from you because I don't love you."

Kira looked up at him, wiping her own eyes. "I know, Scott. I would never think that of you. You are a hero, Scott. You saved your family from that horrible man. I know you feel guilty. But you shouldn't. He tried to kill you guys. You stopped him. You were so so brave." Kira said, looking up at him with wide brown eyes. She had always thought that, but this was just proof. This is when Dusty came walking up to meet them. Kira immediately gave him a tight hug. "Thank you for making Scott tell me what you both went through." Kira had always thought Dusty was a good egg. He loved Scott, and Kira loved that he didn't let Scott get away with doing stupid things. They were both great guys.

When Scott's girl hugged him, Dusty knew what it was for without her having to say why. "It's no problem, Kira." Dusty said, as he disentangled himself. This was just so good. He met Scott's eyes and they shared a knowing look. Dusty had never once wanted to date a girl. Dusty had never ruled it out, but he'd never been into girls. He'd never really thought about why. Dusty moved to open Kira's door for her. She moved to get in. Dusty shared another look with Scott. "Glad you told her." He said, in Spanish. They were half Mexican. Dusty knew Kira didn't speak it, and he was just wanting to let Scott know they could say anything to just each other. It wasn't that he didn't trust Kira. Far from it. Kira loved his brother so much, and Dusty trusted her just for that.

"You were right to tell me I should." Scott replied, in English. They shared one more look, and then Scott got in the back. He always made sure Kira rode shotgun when they took her home, but especially now that she was pregnant. Scott was quiet on the way to Kira's, he was thinking about why Dusty flirting with Stiles bothered him so much. Scott loved Kira, and he'd never abandon his child. He wanted to be a better father than he'd had growing up. Scott knew he was never going to be like his father had been, but it was what was motivating him. But Scott couldn't stop thinking about Stiles. He just couldn't figure out why. Maybe it was that Stiles wasn't trying to get in his pants. He had been hoping for more. Scott was extremely flattered by that. He had to stop thinking about him though. Scott wasn't going to ruin his relationship with Kira for Stiles. He didn't even know him. Stiles shouldn't care that Stiles had been flirting with Dusty. Dusty was the one who'd started it, but Stiles had given it back. Scott brushed a hand through his silky black curls. Scott kind of hoped that Stiles and Dusty wouldn't start dating. He didn't want to end up hanging out with Stiles a lot. Scott wasn't even listening to Dusty and Kira's conversation. He couldn't focus on anything. Only Stiles. Dusty probably was just going to use Stiles for sex. Scott didn't want him to do that. Scott blew out a breath, there had to be something he could do.

When Stiles got home, he found his roommate Jackson Whittemore sitting in his boxer briefs on the couch, and a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne in it, and Chinese food on the coffee table. Stiles sighed. "Jacks, not tonight." Jackson had been trying to talk him into a friends with benefits situation. "I can't pretend that I'm into this right now." He kicked off his shoes and moved to text Dusty. Sitles wanted to ask if he knew who had done Boyd. Stiles looked over at Jackson, feeling the other man's eyes on him. "Jacks, I don't want meaningless sex. I'm not wired that way." He knew he wasn't going to bring up Scott and Dusty. Jackson worked for Jump Street, too, and he'd tell Stiles to keep it professional.

Little did Stiles know that it wasn't meaningless sex in Jackson's eyes. Jackson had broken up with someone recently, and he knew it was because of his crush on Stiles. Not that he'd said that to the guy. He hadn't wanted to hurt him. Anymore than he'd already been by ending things. He knew that he couldn't just tell Stiles he had a crush on him though. Jackson knew that Stiles didn't feel the same way about him. Not yet, anyway. "Come on, Stiles. Just once. It won't kill you. It won't ruin our friendship." That's when he saw the look on his friend's face. There was a guy. "Who is he?" He asked, trying not to sound so suspicious and judgmental. He knew that he didn't really have a right to feel that way. But he couldn't completely stop himself.

Narrowing his gaze, Stiles was kind of annoyed that Jackson was able to read him so well. "He's… nobody, okay?" Stiles really didn't want to go into the conflicting emotions he had concerning Scott and his sexy twin. Stiles looked at him, a stubborn look on his face. "I'm not going to talk to you about it, okay? Go get some clothes on so we can eat." It was hard to keep his eyes away from Jackson's chiseled physique. He had noticed that his friend was gorgeous. Stiles just didn't want anything but friendship with him. He never had. Despite the fact that Jackson had been single for most of the time they'd known each other. His head snapped back to his phone. Dusty had texted back, telling him about the car accident. His heart stopped beating for a long second as he read that Scott was badly injured. Stiles wondered if it had to do with Boyd's murder. Maybe it had been an on purpose car accident. He hated to think that, it meant that Scott and Dusty were in danger. Stiles muttered that he'd have to rain check, and got up and left again. As he walked, he told Dusty in a text that he was on his way. Stiles didn't know if he should, because Scott's girlfriend would probably be there, and Stiles just couldn't hide his attraction to Scott. Or Dusty, but he supposed it was okay to have a crush on Dusty. Since he was single. Stiles just didn't think it was Dusty he liked the most.

Dusty was pacing the waiting room. This is when Stiles arrived. Kira wasn't able to come, she technically wasn't supposed to be dating Scott. Her mother didn't approve at all. Dusty couldn't help but dislike Kira's mother for that, and he knew that Stiles would probably be a bit relieved at that. Dusty could already tell that Stiles was in love with his twin brother. He had to snap Stiles out of that. There was no way that Scott was breaking up with Kira. If he made it alive out of this. Dusty knew who had hit them. Erica Reyes. She was the one who had killed Boyd, and she knew that Dusty knew that. She'd been trying to kill him. It just backfired because she'd hit them when Dusty wasn't in the car. And she'd hit the passenger side in which Scott had been sitting. Dusty looked at Stiles, he'd been crying. "Scott's in surgery right now." He said, his voice hoarse from misuse. It had been an hour and a half. Dusty knew that didn't necessarily mean anything bad. Sometimes stuff like operations could take time. Dusty ran his hand through his dark curls, adorably messing them up. "I'm so terrified, Stiles." Dusty found himself going to the other boy and burying his head in Stiles' chest. He was relieved when Stiles put his arms around his waist. Dusty found himself babbling. "And Kira can't come because her mom doesn't like Scott… and my mom can't get a hold of Deaton…." He was their mother's fiancé. They really loved him. "Caitlyn's on her way. Ma's here, trying to get Deaton on the phone."

"It's going to be okay." Stiles said, and his ears rang as Dusty told him the whole story, how he'd been coming back to the car and his had been hit on the passenger side. Stiles couldn't help but start to panic a bit. Stiles held onto Dusty tighter. "It'll be okay." He repeated, even if he was just as terrified as Dusty was.

Now don't be afraid
We can always talk about it
No need to medicate
'Cause I know you're strong without it
You got me through the days
When I couldn't face it
Let me count the ways
The love we have you can't replace it

Just hold on, I'm not that strong

There's a little piece of heaven
Right here where you are
The fact that you keep trying
Is what sets you apart
Help me find the reason
And I'll help you find the way
To get rid of all your pain
Little by little, day by day

Author's note: So…. yeah. I wasn't planning half of the angst, but 21 Jump Street is heavy on it on occasion, so it makes sense. The Rafe thing though is my headcanon, because of how vehement Melissa was about Rafe not being in their lives. Any of you who've read my Sciles fics should know that already. I've no idea where this will go, but I expect more angst. I'll try to keep it to a manageable amount though. And I swear, Sciles will happen. We all know how much I love Sciles. Hope ya'll liked!