Chapter Eleven:

"He WHAT?!" Scott shrieked- glaring at Derek. God Dammit- Stiles knew that would happen.

"Derek, what did I just say about "not telling Scott what happened"" Stiles groaned, face-palming in the utter failure that had become his life.

"I chose to ignore you." Derek said- a completely blank look gracing his face. God what a dick. He was so horrible and creepy…and hot- but that was irrelevant!

"Ugh I hate you." Stiles responded, immediately regretting the way it made him sound like a little kid. He always did that, no matter how hard he tried to be the cool, smart, funny guy- he just ended up being the annoying one with the whiny voice. A lot of people called Stiles annoying- even Scott and his dad- although it was all said in fun, it still stung quite a bit and really lowered his self-esteem. Like- made his self-esteem fall quicker than Sherlock did in the season two finale.

"Stiles! This is serious!" Scott hissed- breaking Stiles out of his thoughts.

"You tried to- to kill yourself." Scott's voice grew quiet and cracked with the last two words he uttered. As if just saying them caused him physical pain worthy of stepping on a Lego.

"Dude- in all fairness I didn't actually try to kill myself." Stiles said- rolling his eyes at the boy in front of him.

"YOU TRIED TO JUMP OUT OF A THREE-STOREY WINDOW, STILES!" Scott roared- looking like Stiles' attitude, and the way he was taking everything so lightly- was completely unbelievable.

"Yeah- but I didn't know it would kill me at the time." Stiles responded with a shrug. He needed to keep calm- and to calm Scott down- he didn't really want to catch any residual panic- he'd already had one panic attack over this mess. The best way to lighten the mood- was with his charming Stiles ways.

"How could you not know it would kill you?! It's a forty foot drop onto solid concrete!" Scott actually had tears in his eyes- whether frustrated, or sad, Stiles had no clue.

"I really didn't think about it….I just wanted to catch the bird."

"The bird? You were trying to catch a bird?" Oh great. Now Derek was mad at him- this whole calming situation thing wasn't going as planned.

"Yeah- thought if I could just jump onto it- it wouldn't have time to fly away." Stiles explained with a shrug.

"And what about after that? Didn't you think at all about what came after you caught the bird!?" Derek was yelling again- his eyes flashing alpha red and his fists clenched tight- god Stiles hoped he didn't grow claws with his hands like that…it'd be kinda painful.

"Nope. I-I really just wanted to catch it- like I couldn't even think about anything else. It was the only thing in my head…as soon as I saw it, everything just… didn't matter to me." As Stiles was saying this, he was growing more and more disturbed, more and more shaky. Was the Siren really that powerful…To have consumed his mind with a simple task of catching a bird? Not even heeding the danger of jumping out a window?

"I'm going to die." Stiles whispered to himself…sure he'd already said that to Derek- but he'd been thinking of the repercussions his death would have on others…not the fact that he himself…would cease to exist.

"I'm actually going to die." Stiles said- louder this time. He was looking at his hands in shock- his heart racing and breath coming quickly.

Suddenly there were hands on his shoulders- shaking him out of his oncoming panic.

"Dude. Stiles- breath." Scott was saying- hugging Stiles tightly so their chests pressed together. Stiles' matched the deep and controlled breathing of Scott- hugging his best friend back tightly- feeling shaky as his knees almost gave out.

"We aren't gonna let you die. Deaton's here- he'll help. He will. Wont you Deaton?" Scott asked his boss- still holding his friend, but turning his head to look at the veterinarian.

"I have been doing research- as you have Stiles. I've found some things out- it'll be okay." Deaton explained in his calm, collected tone.

Stiles took a deep breath and nodded against Scott's neck, "Yeah…okay." He said- taking another deep breath- trying to still his racing heart.

"Okay." He whispered once more…and then welcomed the blackness that passing out in your best-friends arms brings you.