Author's Note: This is my first story, so please give me your honest feedback. A little background information: basically, in this story, Stiles has just been bitten by a werewolf and his body isn't responding well to the bite. Deaton informs Scott that due to his True Alpha abilities, there is a chance that by giving his own life, Stiles will be saved. That is where the story picks up.
Scott gives his life for Stiles. It isn't even a decision that requires any thought. Stiles is his best friend, and Stiles had been there from the first day Scott's mess of a life began. Stiles doesn't know it, but the only reason Scott made it through all the years and the pain was the bright light that came through Stiles. As a result, when Scott is given the opportunity to exchange his life force for the dying Stiles, he immediately accepts.
His mom immediately protests of course. In fact, all of them protest; even Sheriff attempts to talk Scott out of it. Everyone loves Stiles and his reminder of what it's like to be human, but Scott is also the pack leader. They could never pick between the two, but there is no assurance that the trade will work. If they lose both of their leaders- undoubtedly Stiles was a large part of the brains behind the pack- who knows what would happen. So despite their love for Stiles, they argue to save Scott and to allow nature to run its course.
Scott could never accept it however; it is his fault that Stiles was dying. He should have never allowed the mortal Stiles to get involved in such dangerous antics. Now Stiles is bitten and is dying.
"Without Stiles, I wouldn't be able to survive anyway. I may be strong enough to beat an Alpha pack and Dread Doctors, but I can't take that."
Ignoring all their warning cries, Scott makes his way out of the office's waiting room and into the actual vet's area. Knowing this is probably his last time entering, Scott thinks about everything that had happened there. He remembers when Allison brought in the dog. He remembers saving Derek from the Argent's special bullet. There was all the times they had to inspect the bodies of dead supernatural creatures. He looks from Deaton to his mother when he thinks of the Nemeton. He mentally laughs at this memory. One would think that being held under ice water for hours would be what killed the three teenage originators of the supernatural madness in Beacon Hills. Instead, all of them died, are dying, or will die on their own in completely different circumstances. Hopefully, however, Scott would save Stiles and he would be the last of the three to remain.
Scott is relieved in the idea that all of the craziness started with him. Maybe that means that it will end with him too. With this thought, Scott holds Stiles's pale, lifeless hand. He had teased Stiles before on his paleness, but this was a new extreme.
"I think it's time for Robin to become Batman," says Scott as a single tear falls from his deep brown eyes. "You never liked being the sidekick anyway."
"Are you sure you want to do this Scott?" asks Deaton. He thinks of Scott as a son; Scott was supposed to follow in his footsteps.
Scott's eyes glow red as he nods. He isn't sure if it's anger or sadness that triggers it.
"Well Scott, it's the same as taking his pain. Except, this time, you give him everything, and take nothing. The reason you were able to survive the bite the first time is because your body and entire being accepted it. You have to give that to Stiles now. The werewolf part won't register with Stiles, but your life force and your body's resistance to death will pass on to him."
And so it begins. Scott slowly gives it all up. It seems to make no difference in either boy. Stiles remains pale, and Scott remains strong. It isn't long before the situation changes, however. With Stiles's first movement of hand, Scott begins to lose shape. Every minute, more of himself gets drained from him. Scott powers through all the pain he feels. It's just like having an asthma attack. He can't breathe. His mom watches in tears from the doorway.
It's a beautiful and horrifying scene from the beginning to the end. The power of the friendship touches every creature in the veterinary center. Everyone holds their tears until the minute Scott stops breathing, and Stiles begins again. Sheriff and Melissa cling to each other as they witness the true act of love shared between their sons.
Scott is taken to heaven and the first person he sees is Allison, his first love- the one he still loved.
"Allison," he breathes out, shocked
Allison smiles at him the same way she did all those years ago when he handed her a pen.
"I've missed you," she says as she hugs him.
Scott breathes out a sigh of relief. He is safe in her arms.
Allison looks into his eyes after she has pulled away from the hug. "You're a hero. You saved him, Scott. You're going to be fine.
"Did I honor your memory?" He asks unsure. "Has your sacrifice gone to waste?"
The pride and love in her eyes is enough to answer the question. "It couldn't be more perfect."
The two lock their fingers together and walk together into the white light in front of them.
Stiles had just been revived through Scott. He lifts up his drowsy head confused as to what had just happened. Deaton pulls him back down.
"Careful, Stiles," the doctor warns. "You're still weak."
Stiles gets up anyways as Deaton turns around to face whatever was behind him. Stiles turns in the same direction. His heart stops. Then it starts again. But this time it's different. It's faster. Stiles recognizes the feeling. It is one he's felt a thousand times. His head begins to pound.
"Deaton. What happened?" he manages to utter out. Before Deaton replies, he uses his last bit of energy possible to repeat his question in a yell. Stiles grips his head as tears begin to run down his face. Stiles doesn't even notice them. He doesn't even notice when his family comes running in. He doesn't notice his dad and Scott's mom looking like complete messes. He doesn't notice the redness in Lydia's eyes that match her hair. All he can see is the body lying lifeless in front of him. It takes nearly an hour to calm Stiles down.
Stiles has continuous panic attacks like this up until the funeral. The day of the funeral, Stiles quickly stops at two familiar graves. First, his mother's. He explains everything to his mom- his pain, his aloneness. He knows she'll love him no matter what. Next is Allison's. He had frequented her grave often. This time was a little different as there was a coffin sized hole in the area right next to hers.
"I'm so sorry. I'm the reason both of you are gone. I'm sorry I'm so weak. I'm sorry I'm human. I should never have gotten involved in all this. I was never like you both. I wasn't strong enough for any of this." Stiles leaves after crying out his apology.
At the funeral, everyone asks Stiles not to speak. No one thinks he can take it. Stiles knows he can though. He owes it to Scott to speak. So he does. He manages to get through his speech without crying. He talks about how they met and how Scott was always there after his mom died. He talks about how Scott was his brother.
He thinks about how now that Scott is gone, the only family he has left is his dad.
The pack and other friends and family of Scott make their way over to the burial. Stiles hops into his jeep and begins to head that way. He can't continue however. The seat next to him was empty. It was the seat he usually had reserved for Scott. He loses it. He swerves Roscoe around and heads to Beacon Hills Playground. He parks the car and looks out onto the set. He notices two boys building a sandcastle. It is then that he realizes that he has somewhere to be. He turns the car on and heads to the burial- this time for real.
He walks on the familiar path of the woodsy graveyard and pauses when he gets to the edge of the trees. The group that stands around the hole look around for something. They had held the burial from starting for as long possible, but time is now running short. It is getting darker by the minute. Stiles watches as they begin without him. As the burial progresses, Stiles inches his way out of the darkness of the forest path and into what is to come. Scott died for a reason. Stiles was that reason. In order for his sacrifice to be fulfilled, Stiles must move on.
And so he does. Stiles puts on the costume that Scott always wore. He becomes the leader, one inspired by Scott's bravery and love; he becomes Batman just like Scott wanted- just like Scott asked.
Hope you liked it! Special shout out to my friends Maria and Megan for encouraging me to put this up here! Don't forget to leave reviews and tell me how it is!