Stop thinking

Summary: Despite her being the one with never quieting mind it was often Stiles who told him to stop thinking. Girl!Stiles Sciles Friends to Lovers, M for sexual content and language

By Olexandra

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Teen Wolf

He didn't bother knocking on the door just immediately came through the window. He had done it so many times now he was sure that he would manage to do it even with his eyes closed.

His talk with Allison went as good as he expected in this situation. They broke up which was like an open wound but he somehow knew that right now it was for the best. The both of them needed this. For now. For a while but soon they will get back together. There will be no more supernatural drama and they will be fine. They will be Scott and Allison again and this time in a good way. This time it will be perfect. Everything will be perfect.

He brushed his pants a bit and looked around for the reason he was here. His best friend Stiles was nowhere to be seen but he could clearly hear noises coming from down stairs and Sheriff Stilinski calmly snoring in his bedroom at the end of the hall. He got really good with using his werewolf senses which he had to admit they were a big plus now and then not just during his supernatural drama but also in his normal life.

He sat down on the bed and waited as he heard footstep reaching the room. When the door opened he clearly saw and heard how Stiles for a moment freaked out, probably startled by an unexpected presence in her room.

She rolled her eyes and sighed, her hand brushed her face when she realized that it was him.

'Fuck...Idiot.'

'Hey, you could seriously get use to this. I mean I don't even use the door anymore,' he smirked.

She frowned and walked to her desk, 'Well a girl can hope.'

She put down an ice bag. His smirk fell. Despite that it was the reason he was here when he saw her he completely forgot that she was beaten up. The large bruise and cut was impossible not to notice yet he couldn't see it right away when she opened the door. She acted just so like herself that he almost forgot like he always forgot that she was hurting.

He got up, 'Hey, I want to know who did that.'

Stiles turned around just as he brought his hand and gently pressed it just above her hurt cheek.

She took a step back and turned around taking the ice bag and pressing it against her lip, 'I told you. Some guys.'

'Stiles, we all know you're lying.' Even if he didn't have a lie detector in his ears he saw the way Boyd and Erica looked everywhere but at Stiles as she was saying what happened. Something happened. And from what he could gather it had something to do with them being kidnapped by the Argents.

She sighed and turned to look at him.

'Look. Today was a tragedy,' her voice started to rise a bit.

'My head hurts and the only thing on my mind is bed and more than a few hours of sleep. Believe me the last thing that I want right now is to argue with-.'

'Okay, okay,' he hushed her as her was close to shouting, 'Your dad's asleep.'

She let out a long breath and brushed her forehead, 'Sorry, I-just sorry.'

He took her hand and slowly led her to her bed.

'Deaton thought me this trick.'

They both sat down.

'What trick?'

He took her other hand as well and held them in front of him. He saw the curious look that Stiles was giving him but he just smiled at her hoping she would take the assurance.

In a moment her eyes suddenly went wide and she jerked her hands as if she wanted to get away but Scott just continued to hold them taking a little at the time the pain away. He felt it coming from her straight to him. The odd sensation was nothing like he had ever imagined. It was the first time he had ever done this to a human. It felt good. Odd but good. It didn't hurt. Not him at least. It was like an energy coming through her hands to his. It took a moment to realize that this energy wasn't just different from the one he felt when he took pain from an animal it was different because it was her, Stiles.

He smiled a bit at that and took his eyes from their hands looking at her.

His smile dropped a bit and he opened his mouth surprised.

Stiles's eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed and lips parted.

It was like a bucket of cold water. In an instance a soft, harmonic moment was turned into something else…

He blinked and shook his head a bit. No! Jesus, no! This was Stiles whose pain he was just taking away. There was nothing…that about this moment.

A moment later he stopped. He didn't even ask Deaton if he could take human pain let alone how much could he take.

In an instant Stiles opened her eyes and looked at him.

'That was-,' her voice was a bit hoarse, 'That was amazing. My headache's gone and so are the other things.'

She got up and started walking jumping around her room, 'Can you like do that to anyone? And how much can you take? Could you like completely take all pains away?'

Again her voice was slowly raising, 'Was it just the pain? By the way it felt fantastic-'

He didn't let her finish as he put his hand over her mouth and smirked. This bubbly little creature full of energy was his friend. His constant and instant.

She licked his hand.

He groaned and took it away wiping his jean. This was familiar. This was normal. Normal Stiles and Scott.

'Sorry, it's just… ,' she calmed down a bit grinning, 'It's just soo cool.'

He chuckled, 'Yeah, I'm really awesome.'

'Yeah, you are,' she crossed her arms, 'but not as awesome as me.'

Gosh, how he missed this. He hadn't even realized it but he truly missed this. The two of them talking like this. Joking like this. Being average teens like this. He missed Stiles and Scott like this.

'So how's your jeep?'

She made a grimace, 'Well, I definitely won't mind if you decide to come on Saturday and help me with her a bit. Baby kicked ass now she needs to rest.'

'I know another girl who deserves the same.'

As a cue Stiles sighed and started stretching a bit, 'Yup, definitely don't call me until like Saturday evening, 'kay?'

'Okay, goodnight Stiles.'

He gives her one last smile before he walks to the window and jumps out.

Despite and that he was pretty sure Stiles thought he left home he waited until she closed the window after him and went to sleep tracking her heartbeat just to be sure.

He should have gone home. He knew he should but he didn't instead he went back to Derek's.

DDDDDDDDDDDDD

It took everything in him to not to go to Chris Argent and demanded that he tell him where Gerard is. He was angry. No, he was beyond angry. He wanted to rip him to shreds. He wanted to torture him, to make him feel thousand times worst pain than Stiles had. He wanted to make him suffer knowing that it was because of what he did to her. To her. To his Stiles.

God.

It had been a while since he was so angry.

Once Erica budged Derek had to hold him not to go literally running to the Argents.

'Look. I know how you feel. He hurt my pack too but going and starting another war won't help anyone, especially her.'

'But he hurt her!'

'I know and believe me…'

'But she's mine!' Scott roared shifting causing Isaac and Erica who were in the room to take cover.

He managed to break free from Derek sending him to the ground and started to run.

Derek who landed on his butt took a deep breath before he shifted and ran after him.

DDDDDDDDDDDDD

'I'm sorry.'

After about a half hour of struggling and fighting, well…Scott was fighting Derek was mainly trying to keep him from hurting him and vice versa, they were sitting on the cold floor gathering strength in Derek's old house in the woods.

Derek nodded.

'It's just… she's…'

'I know, she's pack,' Derek said rubbing his shoulder.

It reminded Scott about what he said the night they found out that Jackson was the kanama. His own pack. Stiles, Allison even Jackson and Lydia. Well, they were the ones stuck in the school so many months ago when Peter wanted him to kill them off and join him instead. His pack.

'Yeah, she is,' he said a bit lost in his thoughts. Stiles got hurt because of him. Allison's mom was dead because of him. Jackson and Lydia were bite kind of because of him…

He shook his head. No. Not because of him. It was all Peter. He bit him and killed people and Kate and Laura Hale… It was all him.

'You don't get it.'

He looked at Derek who was shaking his head.

'What?'

'If you're the alpha of your pack then Allison is your anchor, your let's say mate. Stiles? She's you're beta. Second in command. It's different.'

He blinked and got from his back pressed to the wall to his knees a bit closer to Derek, 'What do you mean?'

He sighed, 'Look. Wasn't it like that no matter what Allison did, how much she proved to you that she was capable of taking care of herself you wanted her home? Save and sound. Just out of the possible danger?'

Scott frowned. Sure, he always wanted her to be okay. She was his girlfriend. He loves her.

'Sure, but the same goes to Stiles, and Lydia and unfortunately Jackson…'

'It's not the same. Lydia and Jackson… you aren't that close. You would protect them but it wouldn't be like stay home because it's too dangerous. The same goes to Stiles. She's your beta. You trust her more than anyone. Allison you trust to be soft. To be human. You trust Stiles in battle or hunt. You think of her as equal. And because you trust her so unconditionally she is just as important as Allison. Right now maybe even more since you two broke up.'

'So what you want? Stiles to be my anchor? I don't think it works like that.'

'Of course it doesn't idiot,' he snapped at him, 'But you're alone right now and all you got is your beta and your beta got hurt. If she was you're anchor you would have grieved but with a beta you're just pissed.'

'I wish I could just rip him one piece at a time so he felt like she did when he hurt her. So he felt it and worst.'

'Scott!'

He sighed.

'Sorry.'

'Just keep in mind that she won't be too happy about you going there and beat him up, okay? She didn't tell you because she didn't want to.'

'Derek Hale, voice of reason.'

He glared at him, 'She probably didn't say anything because of Allison.'

That was a low blow.

Scott closed his eyes. He knew he was right and he really hated it. It was just like Stiles to keep quiet just so he wouldn't feel even worst about himself.

Shit, he was the worst best friend ever.