So I obviously don't own Teen Wolf, because if I did there would never be any breaks and everyone would be in love with Stiles.
Scott was hanging out with Isaac. Again.
It wasn't that Stiles didn't like Isaac. Really, aside from the whole trying to kill Lydia thing, he thought Isaac was pretty cool. But that didn't mean he thought it was pretty cool that Isaac was practically stealing his best friend,
He and Scott had been best friends for as long as Stiles could remember. They'd been best friends through getting made fun of for being nerds, through both having a crush on Chelsea Morris in 7th grade (in the end Stiles had relented because, as Scott pointed out, he couldn't have Chelsea and Lydia), through Scott becoming a freaking werewolf and almost getting them both killed on a daily basis. Now Stiles was beginning to wonder if he should've made out with Chelsea and have a falling out with Scott before he got dragged into this mess.
Really, if Scott was gonna dump him, it couldn't have been BEFORE he was up to his eyes in supernatural problems.
But no, because the supernatural problems were exactly why Scott would rather hang out with Isaac in the first place. Scott had even said so, the first time he cancelled on Stiles to hang out with a fellow werewolf "Sorry, Stiles. It's just that you wouldn't be able to keep up with us, you know. We can hang out later; I just want to spend some time with someone who's like me, someone who really gets it. Thanks for understanding, man." He'd said as Stiles nodded numbly.
He and Scott had years of history between them, and now it was like none of it existed, all because of some little species difference.
Lydia was seriously considering that medication. If only to help her get the good night sleep she'd been missing since she'd found out about wolves. Sometimes she wished she could go back to not knowing, even as frustrated and worried as she'd been then, knowing nothing but the fact that her friends were keeping dangerous secrets from her, it was nowhere near how frustrated and even terrified as she was now.
Jackson, her Jackson, wasn't human.
She'd been too happy again, hadn't she? She'd learned a long time ago that if you grew too happy, too complacent, if things were just how you wanted them, if things were perfect, then there was nowhere to go but down.
But even if things were crashing down around her, that didn't mean she couldn't pretend. She took a deep, shuddering breath and smeared some concealer under her eyes to cover the dark circles.
If her life could never be perfect, there was at least some comfort in knowing she could be. Or, at least she could pretend.
Alone again.
Really, you'd think he'd be used to it by now. After losing almost his entire family and unable to tell his only remaining (sane) relative his deepest, darkest secret, he'd been alone. And then more alone when that only remaining (sane) relative was killed. And yet more alone when he found out his remaining insane relative had killed her. And still he'd somehow felt even more alone after he'd killed Peter.
Really, if he was being honest, all that loneliness was one of the reasons he'd created the pack. No one could live with nothing. But maybe it was his destiny to be alone forever because here he was alone again, after the family he'd created had left him.
Erica and Boyd had run off to find a new pack, God only knew where Peter had gone, and Isaac was out with Scott. Scott, who still, for reasons he was still making guesses at, wouldn't join his pack, even after the countless times they'd saved each other's lives. That was what the pack did for each other, he and Scott were a pack, and they already were brothers according to everything Derek knew about werewolves. The problem was that Scott didn't really seem to care about being a werewolf.
Now that Scott had broken up with Allison, and must not have much time to see Stiles with all the time he and Isaac were spending together, it seemed once again like Scott was a lone wolf. Or maybe Scott and Isaac made a pair. Maybe it didn't matter that Derek was an alpha, because without a family, he was still an omega.
AN: So, when I was writing the piece for Stiles I could very easily see this taking a Sterek direction. But, of course things with teen wolf are never easy, they're angsty and difficult and complicated. Also, I adore Stydia, and writing Lydia's piece I saw a beautiful Stydia story coming together. But I'd already seen that Sterek direction, and I was a little torn. So, I'm not choosing, I'll just see where this fic takes me, angsty Stydia/Sterek love triangle that it shall be. And thanks to my nitpicky little friend having issues with the expression love triangle, we may even explore the very rarely explored territory of Lerek(?) which will of course be very tricky, as that so easily becomes crack. Let's just hope for the best.