I know people have already written stuff like this, but I wanted to write my own, so...
I hope I did okay. This is the first time that I'm 1(not writing Stydia and 2(Writing from Scott's POV, but I love Stiles' and Scott's relationship so much! They are probably the most accurately portrayed best friends/brother relationship on television, and this scene just killed me.
But enough of that, please read!
I don't own Teen Wolf
"It's called frontotemporal dementia. It, uh, shrinks parts of your brain. It's what my mother had. It's the only form of dementia that can hit teenagers…there's no cure."
Scott couldn't breathe. He felt the tears spring to his eyes and closed them before his best friend – his brother – could see.
How could this be happening? Scott knew what dementia did, but he didn't know there was a kind that young people could get. And no cure meant death. Death. Out of everything they've been through, this is what the universe and whatever powers that be decide on? This is how Stiles was gonna be taken away from him?
Even with everything that had threatened Stiles' life, Scott never thought about him actually dying, because he knew he could save him. He knew that he could fight the threat.
But not now. There was no fucking way that Scott could fight this. It wasn't until now that he realized after everything they'd survived, he had subconsciously started thinking that they were invincible.
They weren't, though. He knew that. Not even werewolves.
Scott couldn't lose his brother. He couldn't function without Stiles. Losing him would be like losing a limb. No, it would be so much worse. It would be like having his heart ripped out and crushed in front of him. He literally could not survive without Stiles.
But you don't have to, a small voice said, and it clicked. There might not be a medical cure, but there was something Scott could do.
He scratched the corner of his eye and took a deep breath to keep the tears at bay.
"If you do have it," he said, still looking down, "We'll do something."
He made himself look at Stiles, because he knew that he need to see the resolve on Scott's face. "I'll do something."
Looking into Stiles' eyes, he saw the realization cross through them. Stiles knew what he was really saying. There was an uncertainty there, and for a second, Scott thought that he was going to tell him not to. But then Stiles nodded, and Scott could breathe again.
Scott pulled him into a hug then, knowing Stiles needed that small comfort. He felt Stiles' arms tighten around him, squeezing him as tight as he could. Tightening his own hold, Scott tried to give Stiles as much strength and support as possible through the embrace. He felt his shirt get wet where Stiles had rest his head, and he had to fight his own tears, because that's not what Stiles needed right now. Scott didn't let go until he felt Stiles' arms loosen around him.
Giving his brother a final pat on the shoulder and a small, reassuring smile. He left the room and nodded at his mom and Sheriff Stilinski before heading out into the hall. He didn't think that he could sit through the scan.
He sat down in a chair and rubbed his hands over his face.
Stiles was going to be okay, Scott would make sure of that. One way or another, he would make sure of it.
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