AN: Back from vacation and my horrible struggle of trying to write these. I'm starting college in the fall so I'm going to try and bust all these out before I finished. I genuinely have no idea where this story is going to go or anything but I know a few scenes I would like to get in the story but we'll see how it goes. Sorry it took so long to get this out hopefully I won't go anywhere until September.

"Hey." Stiles murmurs to his friend as he slides into the seat next to Scott, eyes glancing out the window and towards the parking lot. Scott's bike had gotten fixed and the older boy had stopped showing up in the mornings, driving himself to school every morning and meeting Stiles in class. Every day sliding him a morning snack, fruit or a cereal bar. It didn't matter, it was Scott's way of making sure Stiles had breakfast and the whole pack would make sure he ate lunch because they could all tell he was still having trouble sleeping and would sometimes drift off on Scott's shoulder. Scott would let him, of course, if the boy was that tired, Scott would gladly let him take a nap and even growl when his pack got too loud even though the entire cafeteria was laughing and screaming like the children they were. Scott examines his friend and quickly slides over a granola bar. Stiles doesn't even question it and quickly rips the package.

"You okay?" Scott glances out the window to see if anything was out there and Stiles just grins, taking a large bite and nodding his head. "Is something outside?"

"No, Scott, nothing. Let it go." Stiles ignores the look at Scott eyes him, worry written all over the Alpha's face.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong right?"

"If I felt you needed to know." Stiles says, avoiding the simple question. A yes would be a lie and a no would probably be equally a lie but also hurt Scott. Scott frowns at that but Stiles meets his eyes, a little desperate to make Scott let it go. "I'm okay." He promises and Scott smiles with a small nod. "We should hang out tonight." Scott grins.

"Yeah, okay, you want to come over?" He can see his best friend debate which house to go to before Stiles nods. "We'll probably have to pick up some snacks. I don't think I have any at the house."

"That's cool. I was going to stop at the store for my house anyway, I'll pick up some snacks and meet you at your place. Is Issac staying in tonight?" Scott shrugs at that and Stiles hums, turning his attention back to the bar in his hand with a small smile. Scott grins at his friend before looking out the window again, searching it for anything that could possibly bother Stiles. Stiles had seemed pretty okay these past few days, he showed up to school a little tired but never with his heart racing the way it was in his chest. Scott has noticed this a few times as well in the past few weeks. He wondered if something was going on. He knows something is going on, he just doesn't know what. And it's getting to him, it's worrying him more than he ever thought Stiles could. He was more than happy to have Stiles come over tonight because when Stiles was over that meant Scott could see that he was safe and that's all that Scott wants right now. It's been a while since Stiles had seen what Stiles thought was his father but Scott was still worried about him. It was obvious he still didn't sleep well, it was obvious he'd still get worked up every once in a while and Scott couldn't help but want to fix the problem.

Stiles doesn't want to bring it up with Scott, doesn't really want to worry his friend with the stupid thought of it all. He knows the pack knows something is wrong but there's no need to bring it up until he knows for sure what's going on. It doesn't help that he too afraid to ask Deaton and too worried to inform his therapist. It's not an often occurrence, it's not like McCall is there every time he steps out of his house or every time he's alone. Though, with that being said there's no trigger he can figure out either. He's starting to truly believe that it's something supernatural related and he should probably bring it up to someone but if it's not that means he'll have to face the fact he's seen the man with his own eyes and is probably going crazy. He's losing grip and he isn't sure how to grab back onto it, he doesn't know how to make himself feel okay again. He knows it's not real because one of the werewolves would've known by now. Right?

He grins at Scott and promises to meet up at Scott's house. Scott says he has to stop by his mother's work because he wanted to drop off a nice lunch for her and Stiles nods before hopping in his jeep and pulling out of his spot to head out of the lot and to the store. He didn't want to do too big a shopping, he just wanted to grab some things for meals at the house and snacks for Scott's. He was going to put it off until the weekend but they needed something to hold them over, considering Melissa scolded them for eating everything last time. They had restocked the house for her after that with apologies and guilty faces. She had shook her head and smiled at them. Stiles still felt really awkward around her but he was hiding it because he didn't want her to think she had done anything wrong. He'd avoid her gaze sometimes before he realized what he was doing but he'd quickly smile and hope to reassure her he was okay. He grabs a cart and hurries down the aisles. It's no mistake when he sees him leave, it's horrifying and he knows what he sees. And he knows he's caught staring. And he knows he looks horrified and shocked and probably wounded but he catches the shock fade to a smirk and suddenly he doesn't want to walk out the store. He's slower down the aisles now, licking his lip and convincing himself it wasn't real. McCall wasn't here and McCall certainly wouldn't wait for him if he was here. He really wasn't worth that much. His heart pounds in his chest and when he's finished he decides to loop back around to delay going outside, just enough so that if he does start hallucinating again he wouldn't have a panic attack on the ground.

He pulls out his phone as he walks down the aisle and texts Scott, telling the man he'd be a little later than he thought. He doesn't bother to send a reason and knows Scott will ask when he finally does get to his house but he knows he'll go insane if he walks out by himself. He gnaws at his lip before he makes his way to the cash register. He knows the guy checking him out and holds up a half-decent conversation about school with the graduate but his mind is elsewhere, eyes nervously flicking towards the door. There weren't nearly enough people here after school, he should've waited, should've waited for Scott or for after work hours. He just should've waited. If he waited he wouldn't feel like he was losing his mind. He said goodbye to the cashier and eyes the door warily before inhaling and gathering his courage, there was nothing even out there, except a few cars and people who lived here, who knew Stiles as the Sheriff's son. He knows it's his mind messing with him when he gets to his jeep with only the workers car and three other cars sitting outside. He rests his head against the side of his jeep and closes his eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly. He was losing grip on reality, he was crazy. There was no other reasonable explanation at this point there really wasn't. He placed the bags in his car, clenching his hands into fist when he notices the way they trembled uncontrollably.

"It's all in your head." He whispers to himself. "Keep it together, Stiles." He begs himself. He doesn't need them more worried and he doesn't need to fall apart not right now. Not when his father was under review for his job. His father could lose his job and Stiles certainly didn't need to add anymore stress onto his father's plate. Everything was already falling apart before him, Stiles couldn't afford to crumble as well. He inhales deeply through his nose and exhales heavily through his mouth, gaining that hold he's so used to having on his emotions. As he promises himself he'll be okay, that it's all in his head, that nothing would touch him, that Scott wouldn't let anyone touch him, that everything will work out. And part of him is afraid he's lying to himself because something doesn't feel quite right, nothing ever feels completely right to him. Stiles quickly checks over the cars in the lot and lets out a breath he didn't realize he held while he double checked his surroundings. He was safe, he's always been safe.

"Shhh!" Scott all but hisses at his friends when they enter the house, instantly silencing the three of them. Lydia, Allison and Issac look at him and he points to where Stiles is curled up on his couch fast asleep. "I was just about to put him upstairs but I'm kind of afraid he'll wake up if I pick him up."

"When did he get here? I thought you said he'd be here later."

"He didn't know when he'd get here, he only got her a few minutes, he passed out when I went to get a movie." There's a few of them piled on top of the table in front of the couch and Lydia smiles softly.

"Good." She whispers. "He hasn't been sleeping well, we can all see that." Issac nods, the werewolves could smell the exhaustion on the boy and everyone saw the bags under his eyes but he was sleeping better than when the...the nightmares were getting to him. They knew he was recovering from the lack of sleep and the nightmares and honestly, it was more than a little concerning. It was worrisome, to see Stiles forget to eat or just rest on Scott's shoulder instead of eating at lunch. There were days where it was worse than others. Like today, Issac caught Stiles checking out the window several times and Lydia noticed him paused in his writings as he looked at the floor confused. They had gotten worried about him but said nothing, kept their worries to themselves. They all see the annoyance and irritation when they would ask about him and eased up a little, giving him some space. It didn't seem to help much but the way he'd smile when they handed him food or threw a utensil at him to eat his food, or when they would sneak some curly fries and a burger in for him he'd grin so wide they felt like he was doing better and of course they'd have something for everyone else.

"We can head out and you can text us when he wakes up." Issac tells Scott who looks over to Stiles. "Or we could stay." Issac offers anyway and smiles softly, looking over to the sleeping teen, who's eyes flicker under his lids as he dreams. Scott nods and the three of them hurry up the stairs, trying to be quiet while they grab what they need from Issac's room and then in Scott's room. Issac is the first to come down, running to the kitchen. When the girls come down he's half done with his sandwich and they steal chips from him. Scott laughs with them quietly and they talk in hushed voices as to not disturb their friend. The sound of a car squealing away startles the four teenagers and awakes the teen, who all but jumps off the couch, stumbling to his feet as his heart pounds in his chest. Scott's by him in a second.

"You're okay." Scott reassures. "It was a car." Issac opens the door to look at a confused Derek, who's staring down the street. Stiles blinks sleep from his eyes and rubs at them, muttering out an apology and sliding to sit down.

"You alright? What happened?" Issac calls out to Derek who shakes his head and turns to him, walking up to the door.

"I have no idea. I was driving down the street and this car just pulls away. I don't know what was going on but it doesn't matter." Derek says and Stiles licks his lips, looking down to the ground, thoughts running through his head. "I need to talk with you." The oldest werewolf says, directing his look towards Scott. Scott, who still has his hand wrapped around Stiles' bicep, who is biting his own look and looking at Stiles concerned.

"Yeah, okay." He says but doesn't look at Derek. Derek shuts the door and raises his brows.

"Is everything okay?" He questions and Issac shuffles his feet while the girls walk to sit down.

"Want to watch a movie?" Allison asks as Lydia searches through the pile. Stiles snaps his head up and grins nodding, while he shakes Scott off of him, helping to choose the movie. Scott hesitates before he gets up and follows Derek into the kitchen. He focus his hearing on Stiles and the girls, making sure his friend truly was okay.

"What's going on?" Scott asks the man who looks back into the living room where Stiles and Lydia are disagreeing over which movie to watch and Issac is relaxing between them while Allison looks like she's done with them.

"Is everything okay?"

"He was just sleeping, I think the car startled him. I just...I don't know what's going on in his head. I don't know if he's as okay as he looks or if he's worse than he looks or if he's fairing better than he looks and it scares me." Derek licks his lips and nods in understanding.

"He'll be fine. The twins and I were practicing near the outskirts of town after school. Ethan went out with Danny and Aiden said he had stuff to do so I figured you needed to know now and not tomorrow but we think a pack's closing in. We don't know if it's curiosity or needing to pass by but it could be dangerous and we thought you should know before it's a surprise." Scott looks up a little worried at Derek's words. He had no clue what he was supposed to do. "Don't worry, the twins and I will help you through this. It's not a concern right now, I just felt like you should know."

"Are these usually a threat?"

"No." Derek says shaking his head. "Not usually. Trust me, Scott, it's probably not a concern but you're the Alpha now, you need to know this stuff." Scott stares at Derek and nods, Derek promised to teach him.

It's just Stiles and Scott when Issac leaves to make sure the girls got home safely, Scott had informed them all about what could but might not happen and it was calm and quiet now that everyone was gone. Stiles gnaws at his bottom lip as he dares small glances towards Scott, wondering how to word what's been on his mind. Scott finally looks over with a sigh.

"Alright, what's bothering you?"

"I...in case this is something big...do you wanna...never mind it's stupid."

"Stiles, what is it?"

"It's just...when you came over to get a ride it was a lot easier to get to school on time and...I liked the company." Stiles confesses, his voice quiet and Scott knows. Scott knows that there's something he's not being told, that Stiles is keeping something from him but at that point all he could do was nod at his friend and agree. If it meant it would be easier for Stiles he could spend a few more weeks, months, the rest of the year going to school with Stiles every morning. Plus, Scott loves Stiles, Stiles is his brother, and it made for a great excuse to make sure Stiles slept a few more nights and a few more hours than he probably currently one.

"Well, in that case, if you wouldn't mind driving me to school in the morning I'll be showing up thirty minutes early to have you check my Math." Stiles smiles and nudges Scott.

"You didn't even do your math." He accuses the wolf who laughs at him. "I did your math."

"And you'll double check it." Stiles throws his head back in laughter and Scott can't help but beam. This was the Stiles he was used to and his friend hadn't gone anywhere, hadn't been broken. Sure there were some bruises, visible bags under his eyes but he didn't need glue he just needed to be reminded he was important, he just needed his family and friends and they weren't going anywhere if Scott had any say in it.

AN: This was honestly the hardest thing I've written in a while. I do this to you every sequel so this better be the last one. It's a trilogy and it better not go any further. I have a small idea what I'm going to do with this. I won't tell you anything but let me know what you think. All mistakes are my own, I proof-read it but I'm so tired I'm sure I missed a lot. Stiles' therapist will get a name this story...spoiler.