A frustrated groan escaped the lips of Stiles Stilinski as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, glaring at his computer screen. This is NOT how the seventeen year old wanted to spend his Friday nights. It was summer, he wanted to go out and hang with his best friend, go to summer parties, not doing research.

After the defeat of the Kanima, Gerard, the wicked bastard, escaped. Stiles couldn't believe a man had been vomiting black ooze somehow managed to escape fast enough to avoid a skilled hunter and a pack of werewolves. Now a psychotic elderly man, who might possibly be a werewolf, was loose. Stiles touched the bruise on his face. It was better now, but not completely healed. For an old, sick, dying man, Gerard could really punch.

And if a psycho old man on the loose wasn't bad enough, there was a Alpha Pack coming to Beacon Hills. An Alpha Pack. A pack made up of Alphas. That made no sense. You can't have a pack of alphas, it doesn't work. You can only have one alpha. The alpha was the sole leader of the pack.

That was why Stiles was parked in front of his computer researching. Derek and Scott wanted to know how Gerard managed to elude them and to find out as much info he could about the Alpha Pack. Not to mention they also expect him to have more of the bestiary translated.

A tired huff escaped Stiles's lips as he groggily rubbed his eyes before running his fingers through his short, cropped hair. 'Maybe some music will keep me awake,' he thought. Stiles pulled out his phone and went to the Pandora app. The song that played was Scars by Papa Roach.

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home?
'Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassion's in my nature
Tonight is our last stand

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shouldn't ever come around
Why don't you just go home?
'Cause you're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand
Go fix yourself

I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

As Stiles listened to the song, he couldn't help but think how if fit him. His weakness was that he cared so much. He cared about his father, his best friend, he even cared about Derek and his pack, even though they treated him like shit.

Stiles only put up with the Hale Pack because of Scott. Scott McCall had been Stiles's best friend since first grade. They did everything together. Growing up, people would call them the Terrible Two because they would always cause trouble. That's why when Stiles heard about the dead body, he didn't hesitate to call Scott.

Sometimes Stiles felt it was his fault Scott got bitten and became a werewolf. If he didn't drag Scott into the woods with him, he'd still be normal and they'd both still have normal lives. But then Stiles would counter argue that thought with the fact that he didn't force Scott into anything. If Scott really didn't want to go, he wouldn't have. Scott wanted to go. They were a team, they did everything together, always looking for fun and adventure, something cool and exciting. If Stiles had gone alone, Scott would've been mad that Stiles didn't bring him along. That didn't stop Stiles from feeling guilty sometimes though.

Scott was like the brother Stiles never had, so went Scott got bit, Stiles went to work with his investment in the supernatural to help his best friend. It was thanks to Stiles that Scott gained control over his wolf. Stiles spent many sleepless nights doing research for Scott, think up different methods for his to learn control. And how did Scott repay his best friend? By ignoring him for Allison Argent.

Stiles didn't hate Allison. He liked her, she was a sweet girl and she had Scott happy. He just didn't like that she made his best friend forget about him. Stiles didn't want to be bitter. He was happy Scott had a girlfriend and it was perfectly reasonable to spend time with your girlfriend. But not reasonable to ditch your best friend who saved your life, stood beside you. Stiles liked to think if he was the werewolf with the hot girlfriend, he would still make time for Scott, but he didn't know that for sure. Maybe he would or maybe he would've been like Scott. He'll never know.

And you'd think that now that Scott and Allison broke up and Allison was spending her summer in France, Stiles and Scott would be hanging out again and spending the summer together practising lacrosse, playing video games, going to the pool and such. That wasn't the case. When Scott wasn't going to summer school and doing summer school homework, he was either training with Derek and his pack or spending time with Isaac Lahey.

And then there was Derek Hale. Stiles and Derek didn't get along. Derek was always bully him, making threats and intimidating Stiles whenever the human tries to stand up to him and challenge him. Stiles wouldn't have to challenge him so much if he didn't make such shitty plans and would just listen to Stiles. He was trying to help Derek, but the werewolf always pushed him away.

Stiles didn't know why Derek didn't trust him. He saved Derek's life just as many times and Derek has saved his. When Derek got shot with the wolfsbane bullet, it was Stiles who drove him to the vet and kept him alive. He could have dragged Derek's little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and left him for dead, but he didn't. Not because Derek threatened him; he looked too weak to lift his pinky, let alone rip Stiles's throat out with his teeth. Stiles did it because he was a good guy who helped everyone. He was willing to cut off Derek's arms to dave him, even though it freaked him out.

No one in the pack respected Stiles. He risked his life for them too many time to count. He didn't have to be there. He didn't have to do their research or save their hairy asses. But Stiles had a weakness. He cared too much. He had both the physical and emotional scars to show what he went through for the Hale Pack.

Stiles opened a new tab and kept reseaching.