AN: I hope you all read the pre-chapter: Rules and Regulations, before reading this. If not well, I harbor no hard feelings…enjoy the chapter!

Scott, reflecting over all the times Stiles has been there for him, the steady anchor through the rushing waves of sanity (Takes place during 3b.)

You took my hand, and dragged me through those woods on that dark and fateful night. When you were gone, I fell deeper still in that darkness. I showed you my hell, and there you were standing at the gate, waiting to be let in. I explained my story, and you listened. Your laughable nature brought me peace in the worst moments. The wisdom you hid behind sarcasm's mask would be my guide when I was lost.

I pushed you away when I wanted to drown in foolishness, but always you were there; my anchor, to pull me back up. I would never dream to hurt you, but yet I have, time and time again. I threw myself into despair, torn with guilt. I wanted you to stay away, in fear of what I was becoming, of what I would do. I took you for granted, never truly realizing what you meant to me. I was a coward, never believing in myself.

I always thought I was incapable of strength, thinking that courage was always out of my reach. But you were always there to prove me wrong. You were always standing there at the crossroads, turning me around before I reached the point of no return.

I was so desperate for a cure, a release from the hell I was in. I never realized that you were the key to the gate, my refuge and escape. When I'm upside down, you bring me right side up…eventually. My partner in crime, I could never understand your willingness to plunge into my depths. You always could see what I failed to…despite your lack of extraordinary capabilities.

But I might just wrong about that as well, you might have been the most gifted of us all. The problem solver, when no one knew the answers. My lighthouse, you shined your light upon my shipwreck, guiding me back to shore. A flashing light, you were my warning sign of what's to come. But of course, I wasn't always one to heed warnings, until it was too late.

Who was I to know, you might have been stuck in those same dark woods of that fateful night? It's cursed roots gripping you tighter still. That you remained trapped in your own hell, yet I had yet to find the gate. You tried to tell me your story, but I failed to listen. I couldn't always bring you solace when you needed it most, and God knows I wasn't always wise. How could I have possibly saved you? The best I, a drowning person could offer to another, was to not let you sink in solitude.

I hurt you, my actions causing wounds deeper still. The waves of guilt and despair flood my lungs, making it harder to breathe. In trying to keep my distance, I ran away leaving you to deal with my demons. My strength fails me yet again; I am left useless at the loss of you. I am here now, standing at the gates of your hell, but I have yet to find the key. I cling desperately to the hope you will return.

Hope's strength changes however, like the pull of the moon upon the tides, growing weaker still. The seas you roam are blacker than ones I have ever known before. On this shipwreck I'm on, I will salvage an oar, and I will sail you back to shore.

Gah…that bit took a long time to write. This gave so many feels you guys, I just can't… T.T

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