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Scott stared up the stairs at his best friend, the golden aura that he carried unmistakable. Scott slowly started walking up the stairs, as Stiles started walking down the stairs. They met in the middle, and just stared at each other. Stiles knew Scott wouldn't hurt him. The worst thing he could expect is a good cussing out. Derek and Peter, whom were both still standing nearby, backed up slowly. They could tell there was nothing they could do to change what happened now.
Scott looked into the eyes of his best friend.
"I wasn't expecting you to be in California right now..."
Stiles sighed. He had been so worried about Scott's reaction to his turn, he hadn't expected him to think about his lie.
"Yeah, well...I expected to...need the weekend before I could tell you..." Stiles scratched the back of his head, trying to avoid looking at Scott in the eyes.
Scott looked at his friend, and sighed as well.
"Why didn't you come to me?" he asked, his voice cracking. He was extemely upset that Stiles hadn't come to him, then he realized something, and looked over to Derek.
"How the hell did you turn him? Your not an Alpha anymo-"
Scott was cut off by the sound of a gunshot, and the intense pain of a bullet hitting him in the back of the leg, causing him to fall down the stairs, hitting his head. His vision went black, and he remembered no more.