Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.
Now
It had been 3 weeks now since they had brought Stiles home and there was still no change. Every day was the same. Scott stayed on the Stilinski's roof all night, his cell phone woke him up in the morning and he was back to bed 5 minutes before his mom came to wake him up.
He would then get dressed and make his way to school. During school, he got very little of what was being taught, due to exhaustion and disinterest. In fac,t any time the lights went off for any reason he found it impossible to keep his eyes open and had fallen asleep in several classes. When his teachers or other students woke him up they weren't angry, they just held pity in their eyes.
He ate lunch every day with Lydia and Jackson. Mostly it was just he and Lydia or Jackson and Lydia who talked to each other. Scott and Jackson just tolerated the others presence.
After lunch, it was even harder to focus because he knew that soon he would be able to see Stiles again. He would be able to see a physical reminder that he was back and safe now. As soon as the final bell rang Scott would be out of there and by Stiles bedside as quickly as possible. Stiles, on the other hand, would just stare, stare and stare until Scott had to go home, then the day would start all over again.
At the moment, he was at the part of his day when he would try to get Stiles to communicate and Stiles wouldn't say or do anything. He was started to lose hope that Stiles would ever respond to him, that his friends eyes would remain forever unfocused on anything but a spot on the wall.
"So Stiles, you know you gotta move. Just a finger or a toe, just to show me you're in there. Something, anything. You just got to show me you're in there. Please, Stiles, I have to know. I need to know that I didn't fail you completely, that there's something of you still in there," He had said this speech albeit slightly varied every day. Stiles just kept staring at the wall. Scott grabbed his hand. Physical contact had when they initially rescued him seemed to help him jump out of his head. However in the three weeks since he had been back the several times he had tried it hadn't yielded any results.
"Stiles please," he begged him again. "I need you back here with me, please," Scott was staring at Stiles when Stiles blinked, then blinked again a few times in a way that was definitely not usual -well not usual for the last 3 weeks.
"Stiles?" another quick session of blinks. "Stiles?" Stiles's eyes moved from the wall to look around the room then settled on him. Could it be? Was Stiles actually responding after all this time?
"Stiles, can you hear me?" Stiles didn't say anything, but he kept looking at him. Scott moved a little bit and Stiles's eyes kept tracking his movements.
"Stiles? It's okay. You're home now, you're safe now," Stiles's eyes which used to be expressive didn't show any feelings, but as Scott moved again Stiles's eyes tracked him again.
"Stiles, do you understand me?" Scott asked. Stiles stared at him intensely for awhile, so long that he thought his face was just the new place Stiles had decided to stare, then Stiles nodded very slowly. Scott's heart rose. Stiles was back.
Before
After so many days of pain, pain that defied any description he could give it, Stiles was able to withdraw into himself to protect himself from the worldly pain. Things were peaceful. There was no pain there. Even though distantly he knew his body was still being hurt, the pain didn't reach him there. He was surrounded in a warm place full of light, where nothing could hurt him and he was at peace.
A/N: I don't want to raise your hopes like I raised Scott's. Stiles is not magically fixed, even if he is no longer buried deep inside himself.