Set during and after 3x06

Allison loved Scott, even if it didn't show on the outside anymore. But when she saw him with the flare in his hand, doused in gasoline and tears brimming in his eyes, her thoughts turned to Stiles. She knew the boy had wanted to end things for a while and it must have been hard to see his unbreakable friend in that situation. "Scott..." Allison's voice trailed out, she snapped her eyes back to Lydia and Stiles; they walked towards him gingerly. "Scott." She repeated with more emphasis on his name, all three of them stopped.

"There's no hope." Scott sounded hollow, the trio had to remember that this wasn't him, but part of it still was; part of Scott did hate himself. Stiles breathed in deeply, Allison squeezed his hand and then stepped forward.

"What do you mean, Scott? There's always hope." Allison just realised that she had had this talk with Stiles; on the night he tried to end it all. She tried to focus on Scott, but she wanted to know if it was hurting her honorable brother.

"Not for me. Not for Derek." Scott started to sound lost and scared, these words were a strange mix of reality and a dream, no one could tell the truth from the lie.

"Derek wasn't your fault. You know Derek wasn't your fault." Allison told him, she looked back at Stiles; the boy had tears brimming in his eyes and he looked paler than usual, he looked terrified. That's when Allison saw it – Stiles had wanted to kill himself because he hadn't seen the love of his friends, now he was seeing it, now he understood how important he truly was, because he saw how broken Scott was.

"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed." Scott choked, for a lone wolf with nothing but two human companions and a Banshee; Scott had done well to protect his friends from danger. When he lost Derek, he knew what it was to lose one of his own and he just wasn't ready to deal with that yet. In the end, Scott was still a teenager with the whole world laid on his shoulders, but Stiles had always helped take the wait off and that's why he was broken too.

On that evening, Motel California was eerie and the car park was the stage for four broken teenagers; four children who were ripped apart and stuck back together – some of them weren't repaired as well as others.

Stiles looked at Allison, he then thought back to a time when he was hurting; when he thought life was pointless. He then stepped forward, he couldn't help but feel proud of himself; a week previous to this he had his Dad's gun to his head. "Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn't you, all right? This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay?" Stiles kept eye contact with Scott, just like Allison had done with him. Allison felt a rush of pride in her heart when she saw Stiles step forward, he was the first human she met who was still compassionate and caring, even after he had hit rock bottom. "Now..."

"What if it isn't? What if it is just me?" Scott was lying, but telling the truth at the same time and Stiles could see that now, he could see that he wasn't the only one who was broken. "What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else?" The feeling of déjà vu ran through Allison's veins, she had been through this exact scene with Stiles. "It all started that night, the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were... we were... we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one." Scott really wasn't boosting Stiles's self-confidence, but that didn't matter right now, what mattered was getting him out of the gasoline and into a hug; Scott McCall really needed a hug. "Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all." He held the flare to the side.

Stiles thought back to what Allison said to him, he then closed his eyes and swayed closer to Scott. "Scott, just listen to me, okay?" Stiles asked, he felt Allison breath loudly behind him; he needed to do this, he needed to be strong, "You're not no one. Okay?" It was weird how Stiles once felt like no-one, "You're someone, you're... Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you." He then heard both Allison and Lydia choke out a sob, "Scott, you're my brother," and at that moment, that statement meant everything. "All right, so..." He had to think quickly, he knew Allison would kill him for this; he stepped slowly into the gasoline puddle. "So if we're gonna do this, then..." He wrapped his hand around the flare, he knew that this could go wrong and Scott could drop it, but he accepted that fact straight away. "I think you're just gonna have to take me with you."Allison held her hands away from her mouth, she was nervous and she couldn't lose two people that she held dear.

Stiles ripped the flare from Scott's grasp and cast it behind him, Scott sobbed out loud and Allison felt a warming sensation settle in her heart; Stiles was a hero.

Lydia watched as the flare rolled towards the gasoline, "No!" She ran toward both boys, Allison charged by their sides and they all fell down as the flare ignited with the gasoline. Allison reached out her hand and found Scott's, she held it tight; she saw the light of the fire fade away into nothingness.

"Ow," Stiles moaned, he had landed awkwardly on his wrist; he then snapped his attention to Scott. He placed his good hand on his back, "You okay?"

"Yeah." Scott smiled sadly, Stiles repeated the action; Allison let go of Scott's hand and helped Lydia up off Stiles. The two boys then helped one another up; Stiles could hear Allison muttering him to hug his brother. Stiles wrapped himself around Scott; the two swayed on the spot as last tears were shed. "Sorry." They both pulled away, "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, let's go onto the bus to sleep; it might be the best bet to stay away from our demons." Stiles said, all four of them got onto the bus.

"I'll get the boys," Lydia told them, Allison walked towards her and muttered something, "Scott come with me," Lydia called, Scott knew she didn't take no for an answer and he followed her out. To comfort him she linked her arm in his, Allison watched them disappear.

"Are you okay?" Allison asked before even turning to see him, when she got no answer she turned to view him; he looked up at her with bloodshot eyes and tears rolling down his cheeks. "Of course you're not, I'm so sorry." She stepped forward and dragged him into a hug, he cried into her shoulder, "It's okay," she stroked his hair, "shush...it's okay..." She held him tightly and she didn't want to let go. She looked around and noticed that his left arm was hung to the side; he had not wrapped it around her, "What happened to your hand?"

"I—I landed on it funny, it's fine." Stiles muttered. Allison reached out and touched it; Stiles moaned in pain.

"Fine." Allison repeated, "Sit." He sat down and she knelt by his side, she held his wrist in her two hands, "It's not broken, but it might be sprained." She studied it, it was slightly swollen and it had resulted in an imminent bruise. "Just don't put too much pressure on it, I don't have any painkillers." She moaned.

"I'm a painkiller." Scott exclaimed as he walked onto the bus, "What happened?"

"He landed on his wrist outside." Allison told him, she rose from the spot and let both Isaac and Boyd get past her; the two chose a seat and laid down on it. "Nice to see you guys too," she muttered under her breath; Lydia sat down in the seat parallel to Stiles and then Allison sat next to her. Scott knelt down by Stiles and took hold of his wrist, the last thing Allison saw before she fell to sleep, was a small sad smirk on Stiles's face as Scott spoke to him.