A/N: "You're warm it's nice" line taken from the "OTP prompts" site

A/N: Strong Language.

A/N: The "death" scene re-written.

It's painfully still. He can't believe that Liam did this. His Best friend isn't a killer...he can't be. Melissa is frantically on her way. He can't imagine what it's like to be a parent. Being Gay, he didn't think about surrogates or adoption. Not yet anyway. He imagines Melissa cursing at the traffic. He grabs Scott's hand it's still warm.

"You're warm, it's nice. Scott, can you hear me?" He asks. Scott is Zombie still, the cuts on his face, the scabs on his hands, the bruises on his neck still aren't healing.

"I Know I should have told you this. This is soooo the wrong time But...I really liked you Scott. Well...More than liked you" Mason said.

"I've always thought you were the hottest Guy in school. Someone that's so nice with a out of control body who's really cool is just gonna laugh in my face. But I wish I'd had the guts, you know? I wish I'd asked you out"

He circles towards Scott's side. Starting chest compressions. He didn't know why. It was like the confession had suddenly pushed him into doing something. Anything. He stops as he hears Melissa's scream of anger, it's like she's been impaled with an arrow.

"GET OFF HIM! GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY SON! SCOTT? SWEET-HEART CAN YOU HEAR ME! Melissa's screaming.

She then pushed Mason so hard that he has to place his hands on the floor to protect his face. He slides away, She suddenly takes his place, doing the CPR and the chest compressions. Fifteen compressions. Five resuscitations. Mason looks at her helplessly. Embarassed that he'd been caught trying to do it.

"I'm sorry, I mean I know there's no hope but..."

"NO HOPE, ARE YOU INSANE? HE'S TOO STRONG TO DIE LIKE THIS!" Melissa snaps.

She thumps on his chest harder. He hears a crack. He wants to point out that she might have broken something. He could be hurt, But as she starts crying he knows this isn't the time. He calmly rubs Scott's fore-head, getting nervous at the blood that gets on his sleeve.

"It's been more than Fifteen minutes. When anyone is gone for this long..." Mason said.

"HE NOT JUST ANYONE! HE'S MY SON, AND HE'S AN ALPHA! Come on, you're an alpha" She repeats, almost reminding herself that he's extra special.

"You should go" She said.

Mason stares at her, knowing that this is the first time she hasn't yelled at him.

"ROAR SCOTT ROAR!" She yells.

Mason obediently get's up, just as Melissa thumps his chest. Scott didn't need him anyway. He was now offiically friends with a killer. Scott's pack would reject him, Stiles would never talk to him again. The relationship that he had with Lukas was only casual. No-one here would miss him if he left Beaon Hills.

He's taken a few steps towards the door when growl the trembles out of Scott's mouth. It's silky and rhythmic at first until the animal takes over. The Roar shakes the room, making the Book-shelves tap dance, and the books themselves slide all over the room. The cheap lamp-shade on the ceiling falls with a crash.

Mason excitedly turns around. Melissa has now collapsed on Scott's chest sobbing loudly. He realises that this is a family moment and he needs to get home. He begins to move, until he feels something on his foot. He thinks that he's caught on something sharp, Until he sees Scott's hand wrapped around his leg.

"Stay...please" Scott croaks out.

He looks down at him, restless and clearly still in a hurricane of pain. Mason just want to leap on the floor and hug him. But he can see, he already knows that Scott's going to be okay. He can see that flicker of hope in the promise of his smile.

Mason smiles back as the Were leans back onto the floor exhausted.