A/N: This chapter is really short so I'm going to be posting another Bree/Scott chapter today and if not today then early tomorrow. This takes place after Derek tells Bree about his affair with Jennifer and she goes to Scott's house to talk to someone after she finds something very interesting in her grimoire (spell book).

P.S: Should I write a songfic in here? I've never written one before and I was listening to this one song that makes me thing of Scott and Bree. Let me know if that's something you would like to see. Enjoy!

Scott:

I was sitting at my desk working on my math homework when I heard a knock at my window. I jumped from fear towards the window and saw that Bree was sitting outside of it. I took a deep breath, moved to open the window so she could climb in. "You scared the hell out of me." I breathed. She climbed onto my bed and then pulled her knees to her chest as I closed the window. When I looked back to her she was staring into space. Something was really wrong. I sat in front of her and she finally looked up at me. "Is everything okay?"

She shook her head. "Something happened." I looked to her worried. "And you're the only person I want to talk to."

I grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes. "You can tell me anything." She began to breathe heavily and then she started to cry. It was tearing me apart to see her cry. "Hey." I moved next to her and wrapped my arms around her as she fell into my chest. "If you want to just sit here and cry you can." Sobs began to tear through her body so I held onto her tighter. "It'll be okay." I said trying to comfort her. She was shaking and gripping onto my arms like she was afraid to let go. "Bree," I sighed. I hated to see her like this. "You're too pretty to cry this hard."

"Every time." She cried out. I kept petting her back waiting for an explanation. She pulled away from me and I saw that her make up was running down her cheek. "Everyone cheats on me."

My eyes grew wide. "Did Derek," I trailed off as she nodded and the sobs took over her body again. "Bree." I pulled her to me and she gripped my arms with the same urgency she had before. "Does he know about the baby?"

She nodded. "I told him after," She began gasping from the tears and then pulled away from me again. "I told him after he told me he cheated on me."

I grabbed her hand and stroked the back of it with my thumb while we both looked down at our hands. Her hand was so warm. "Who was it?"

"Ms. Blake." She whispered. I looked back to her face and she slowly looked back to me. "Our English teacher." She chuckled. "Our English teacher slept with my boyfriend."

I had suddenly felt all this anger at both Derek and Ms. Blake. They hurt Bree. They made her cry. They made one of the strongest people I know break down. "Does she know what he is?"

She shrugged with a bland look on her face. "I don't want to feel it anymore." I began to worry about her even more. She was talking like she was in the lowest low imaginable. "I don't want to feel this bad anymore."

I gripped her hands even tighter. Her hands had to have been hurting, but she didn't even blink. "You're not thinking about hurting yourself are you?"

She shook her head. "I was thinking about something even better." I was completely confused as she moved to the window and pulled her grimoire from my roof and laid it on the bed. "There's a potion in here that can take away someone's feelings." I looked at her like she was insane, but a smile had just appeared on her face. "I don't have to feel this bad ever again."

"Bree," I began as I pulled the book from her. "Think about what you're giving up." She studied me confused. "Yes, you won't be able to feel the bad feelings, but you also won't be able to feel all the good feelings."

"But all good feelings come with bad ones." She argued.

"Bree," I was starting to get frustrated with her. "You'll be like a statue."

"I don't care."

I knew the next thing I was going to say was going to make her feel bad, but at this point I didn't care. "What would your mom think?" That stopped her in her tracks and she looked up at me with more tears threatening to fall. "Bree, I'm sorry, but this is the dumbest idea you have ever had and your mom would have killed you before you did this to yourself." She blinked a couple of times, shocked with what I was saying. "And if you came here to ask for my help you are not going to get it. In fact, this is probably the worst place you could have gone because now there's no way in hell you're leaving this house because I know you and you're not going to stop until you get what you want."

"Scott," She practically yelled at me.

"I don't want to hear it!" I said standing from my bed. "This is a dumb ass decision you made." She was angry. "Good," I told her as she crossed her arms. "Be mad, hate me even, at least you're feeling something!"

"You don't get to tell me how to live my life!"

"Bree," I screamed at her. "You lost a baby and your boyfriend cheated on you, I get it, it sucks, but would really take any of those experiences away?!" She looked at me confused and I took a deep breath, calming myself before sitting next to her again. "Derek taught you a lot of things." I reminded her. "He taught you how to truly love someone." She looked down. "And your baby taught you what it was like to have hope when there was none left because you and I both know you had hope for that baby even when you thought Derek was dead." Tears began to flow down her face freely and I grabbed her hands again. "Are you telling me that you want to throw all of that away?" She shook her head and then wiped the tears off of her face. "Good." I mumbled.

She lay down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. "It was a boy." She whispered.

I turned to her and then lay down right next to her. "It was way too early to tell." I told her.

She nodded. "Yeah it was, but I just knew. He would have been a werewolf." She turned to me and I looked into those brown green eyes which reminded me of months ago at her famous Christmas Eve party. "It was a boy." She whispered to me.

I grabbed her hand and we both looked up at the ceiling again. "What would you have named him?" Our voices had gone down to a whisper something I noticed happened whenever you talked about the dead.

"Well," She sighed. "When I thought Derek was dead it was going to be Derek, but now, I don't know."

"You could have named him your mother's father's name."

"That's Stiles's name." She said confused.

"Come on," I said sarcastically. "He would love that name."

"I'm not going to name my child something I can bearly pronounce." She said as she laughed. She turned to me again. "What do you think he would have been like?"

I took a deep breath as I turned to her. "With you as his mom he would have been strong." She smiled at me. "He would have been kind and caring." She began to cry again and I pulled her to me. "He would have been the best little boy ever." My voice started to waver at the end and I pulled her to me even tighter.

"Is it my fault?" She whispered. I pulled away from her a little and looked into her face. "Was it because I'm a fairy? Did my baby even have a chance?"

"Sabrina Adrianna Stilinski," I said slowly. "Don't you ever blame yourself for your child's death because it wasn't you. You didn't do anything wrong, you hear me?"

She nodded and then snuggled up into my chest. "I love you Scott."

"I love you Bree." I whispered into her hair as I placed a kiss on the top of her head.

She looked up at me as I looked down at her. "Do you ever think about what would have happened if Allison hadn't moved here and Derek wasn't around?" I stroked her back as I thought about it. "We would have been together."

I shushed her. "Go to sleep."

She looked away from me and yawned, falling back into my chest again. "I think about it."

"I never said I didn't." I whispered as she shut her eyes and in almost no time she had fallen asleep on me.