Title: Anything for my Brother


By: p4poonam


Fandom: Teen Wolf


Summary: Scott and Stiles, brothers if not by blood then by their bond...their love for each other. They are going to have to make some tough choices in order to make sure the other survives and make some sacrifices (maybe their own life) to ensure the other's safety.


Note: A year ago, on January 24th (Dean Winchester's birthday), I published my first ever fanfic(The Birthday Duet). Today, on my first writing anniversary I publish again. Thanks for sticking with me. Hope you enjoy this.


Happy birthday Dean, my love 3


The usual disclaimers apply. Don't own anything. All characters and recognizable contents belong to their respective owners. Not making any money from this.


Not betaed so all the spelling and grammatical mistakes are mine. Let me know if you spot them.


Chapter 1


The last few months have been hell. For Stiles, even hell would seem like a walk in the park compared to what they have all been through recently. The Dread doctors, the Beast, the chimeras, THEO!, Malia's mom ...everything seemed to be piling one on top of the other. But things are getting back to normal again; or as normal as can be expected in Beacon Hills. The Pack is becoming a Pack again new Beta included. Scott and Stiles are learning to trust and forgive each other after the whole Theo and Donovan fiasco. Things between him and Malia are not so awkward anymore and even his dad and his health is in check. Stiles knows that Scott misses Kira, but he also knows that she will be back soon and until then Stiles will be there for his buddy so will the rest of the Pack. Lydia is as strong as always; not letting anything that happened at Eichen house affect her. The Beautiful genius. And thanks to Parish and his training, she can now protect herself.

So things have been good recently. Their lives and even the supernatural front have been calm. Stiles just can't help wonder if this is the calm before the storm; If he would be allowed to graduate high school before the shit hits the fan AGAIN.


Scott and Stiles are out "patrolling" the woods. It's just a routine check of the Hale-McCall territory. Someone from the pack checks the perimeter everyday. Today's their turn. Nothing wrong seems to be happening recently and the pack has started to relax. Stiles had driven Scott to the edge of the preserve and the boys have taken off on foot. They set up a slow jog keeping their eyes and ears (nose in case of Scott) open. Scott would sometimes increase his speed to check out something he has heard or smelled. The noises always turned out to be of nocturnal creatures who ran away as soon as they saw Scott's red Alpha eyes. Stiles joked about how his best friend is a big bad predator who scares away the bunnies.

The boys are having a good time. They are at the end of their patrol when Stiles says, "You up for an all-nighter. Let's head back to my place and we can order pizza and play video games until we crash."

"Sounds like a plan. What about your dad?"

"Daddy-o's got a late night shift plus its weekend dude. We don't have many more weekends left together before we graduate and leave for college and PIZZA dude. We can eat as much as we want without me tempting dad and feeling guilty about it. He won't be home to make pleading eyes at me and me relenting. It's bad for his health you know and I have been working so hard for his health after the whole chimera incident and his hospitalization. Speaking of hospitals, is your mom home or is she working?"

Scott gives a fond smile at his friend's babbling and wonders once again how does Stiles's brain work at so many different tangents at the same time. "Mom has a late night shift as well and it's Saturday tomorrow so we don't have school to worry about and I don't have to be at Deaton's until later in the day so video games sounds good. It will be just like the old times."

"Good. Shall we head back now?" Stiles asked when they reached the end of their territory.

Scott nodded and they headed back. They were about halfway back towards the preserve and Stiles's jeep when Scott felt like they were being followed. He couldn't hear another heartbeat apart from their own nor could he smell someone/something else but he couldn't let go of the feeling that they were being watched. He halted Stiles's forward movement by grabbing his hand with one of his and shushing him with the other. Stiles was immediately on high alert looking around trying to find anything suspicious but he couldn't place anything out of the ordinary.

Then all hell broke loose in a matter of moments. Two gunshots were fired from somewhere around them and both Scott and Stiles went down with pained groans. Two humans who appeared to be hunters came out from their hiding place guns held in their hands and pointed towards the direction of the boys.

One of them headed towards Stiles and the other towards Scott.

Scott could feel the wolfsbane spread throughout his body making him weak. He snarled and attacked the hunter heading towards him but all he received for his efforts was another bullet laced with wolfsbane, this time closer to his heart.

"Scott!" he heard Stiles shout his name as he once again went down on his knees. He could smell Stiles's blood, hear his erratic heartbeat and when he turned to face him, he could see Stiles's pale face looking even more pale than usual and his white t-shirt turning red with his blood.

"Let him go." Scott snarled in his alpha voice but it didn't seem to faze his captors. He started to struggle in earnest and headed towards the nearest hunter whom he still couldn't scent nor could he hear his heartbeat but found himself faced with an invisible barrier.

"Mountain ash" he said out loud.

"Yes. To keep dogs like you in check." replied the hunter closest to Scott.

"But why? We haven't done anything wrong and this is Argent territory. You have no right to be here and you are violating the hunters' code by attacking us." Scott shouted, banging his hands into the invisible barrier.

"Fuck the code and fuck Argent. The man is getting soft in his old age, letting a bunch of teenagers do as they will. Leaving his territory under a kid's command and going off to France, is it? And as far as doing wrong is concerned, you are doing it by your mere existence. All you Were's should be taken down as the rabid dogs that you are."

Scott could feel the wolfsbane spreading throughout his chest. He knew that it was only a matter of time before the poison reached his heart. He had to act fast. He had to save Stiles who was still losing blood from his own gunshot wound.

"Let Stiles go." He pleaded, "He's a human. You have no reason to attack him."

"Oh! This human has every reason to be attacked and hunted down just like your kind. He has betrayed his own species and allied himself with your kind so he will be hunted along with you.

"Betrayed his species" Stiles Scoffs "Dude are you serious?" Stiles says while trying to dislodge the hunter holding him under the gunpoint. "Seriously! Who talks like that? And WE," Stiles said gesturing towards Scott and himself, "We help save the said species from danger -save the people of Beacon Hills."

"And whose fault is it that the people are in danger in the first place?" said the gravelly voice of the hunter holding him.

"Seriously?" Stiles says disbelievingly.

"Enough!" Hunter one close to Scott roared. "We don't have time for this." And with that he shot Scott in the knee. Scott fell down with a pained grunt and heard Stiles shout out his name.

"Scott!" Stiles shouted. He struggled harder against the bulk of muscle holding him but it was all in vain. The hunter didn't budge an inch. Feeling despair and knowing that they both did not have much time left Stiles finally gave up and said to the hunters, "Stop torturing him, just kill us and get it over with."

"Kill you?" the hunter near Scott scoffed "and what? give you an easy out. No. No. No. You monsters deserve the pain of a slow and torturous death. You..." he said pointing towards Scott, "You feel that poison reaching your heart? Yeah! That's how you will die, feeling each torturous moment as the poison reaches your heart, slowly killing you and there is nothing you can do to prevent it, trapped in that mountain ash circle, not being able to prevent either your impending death or your friend's here..." he said pointing towards Stiles, "who also will die a few feet away from you, from the blood loss most probably and you will be able to hear him take his last breath and listen to his heart stop beating and there's nothing you can do about it except to wait and let the poison do its job. Now, usually we wait and watch you monsters take your last breath, don't we Ron?"

"Yeah! We do.", Said the hunter holding Stiles.

"But..." continued the first hunter, "Unfortunately we are on a tight schedule here. You see, it took us more time than usual to track you both down and set up the trap, and, the spell only works for so long. We have to get far away so that your pack won't be able to track us and we don't lose our element of surprise when we attack them again when they are grieving the death of their Alpha and his Emissary. Now ..."

"What spell?" Stiles asks interrupting the evil villain monologue.

"A spell that's hiding their scent and heartbeat. That's why they were able to jump us." Answers Scott.

"Now now boy, it's not that we wouldn't be able to kill you without the spell but it's always useful to have an extra advantage against your kind. Now enough talking. Ron, knock the human out so he can't break the mountain ash circle and let's get out of here."

Stiles started struggling again. "No! Don't! Wait... Scott!..." Stiles looks at Scott with so much sadness in his eyes, like he wants to say a thousand things but the words are failing him.

"Stiles!" Scott says in despair

"it's ok buddy. Remember it's not your fault..." Ron knocks Stiles with the end of the gun he was holding. "remem-ber that I love...you." and with that Stiles blacked out.

"Stiles!" Scott howls.

Ron drops Stiles on the ground and goes to the other hunter, "Shouldn't we just kill them?"

"And give them an easy death? No! They are going to suffer in what little time is left in their miserable little life."

"What if they manage to get out?"

"They won't. They'll be dead within the hour. Now let's go before the spell wears off and we leave a scent trail behind us."

And with that they left, leaving behind a howling Scott who was trying to break the magical circle like he once managed successfully, a Scott who was currently weak with three gunshot wounds, wolfsbane slowly spreading throughout his body, trapped in a mountain ash circle, unable to reach his best friend who was unconscious and slowly bleeding out only a few feet away from him just like the hunters predicted.


TBC.


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