Okay, so that finale tho…I still can't talk about it, I need at least until Monday to recuperate. Oh god…wow that episode…half of the ships are gone…it's just…what-…I'm kind of pissed off at the ending…I am so unsure of what is going to happen in season 4 and it is really scaring me. Okay okay here is chapter 14. I decided we have been getting our hearts ripped out for too long, so here is a chapter filled with fluff! (Thank you Anneliese Bain )

Song: Captured by The Digital Age

Chapter 14: Your Love Has Come To Set Me Free

Scott's POV:

I stood by the door way into Stiles' kitchen, watching closely as Mom stitched Stiles up for his cuts. Stiles flinched at certain moments, but didn't look up to meet anyone's eyes, not even his own Dad's. There was an uneasy tension in the room, and everyone in the house can feel it. Derek stood, leaning on the counter, his face soft and tired, looking at Stiles sympathetically. So did Ethan and Aiden…and Isaac too…actually everyone did.

Sherriff Stilinski stood behind Stiles who was sitting on the stool. Stiles was exhausted, so his Dad stood behind him tucking his hands gently under Stiles' armpits while Stiles leaned against his torso. It pained me sensing just how distraught the Sherriff has been in the last couple of weeks. Seeing who broken everyone was in this situation.

Mom had just put a small wrap on Stiles' sliced cheek, causing Stiles to cringe slightly. Mom just gave Stiles a warm smile while Stiles gave a sad one, blank.

"That should do it." She said lightly with a smile. Sherriff sighed in relief, or well as relieved as you can get.

"Thank you Melissa." He breathed. My mom nodded and I moved slowly towards Stiles. Stiles just kept his head down, avoiding everyone's' gaze again.

"Stiles…" His dad spoke sympathetically.

"I'm sorry," Stiles said numbly, twittling his fingers. "I just can't look at you guys knowing what kind of pain I put you through."

"We know it wasn't you." Derek said authoritively, catching all of us off guard. "It was the demon. I think that was proven tonight when we found you three."

Stiles and I both cringed at the memory of being beaten by the nogitsune. Chills went down my spine remembering the pole pierce through my body. I don't even know what hell he put Stiles through. At least I healed, Stiles is human! With my werewolf hearing, I heard a small gasp come from next to me. I peaked over at Lydia who was shivering at the memory as well.

I can sense the guilt radiating off of her skin, and I know that the other wolves can feel it too. While I was healing on the car ride home in Derek's car, I explained everything. Lydia wouldn't let go of Stiles until Aiden had to pry her off so my mom could stitch hi up.

"I just feel like it was my fault-"

"Stiles." The sheriff snapped lightly. He moved, still holding his sons' body up, but moved to where he was now looking square in Stiles eyes.

"I know my son. That thing that hurt everyone and did those horrible things, that wasn't my son. My son…" the sheriff ran a hand through Stiles' hair, smiling, but tears forming in his eyes. "My Stiles, he would never do that. One thing I know is that my Stiles would do anything in his power to save everyone he cares about, even strangers. You did that tonight. And sadly…I know you would do it again, because that's the kind of man my boy is."

Something in the sheriff's words snapped Stiles out of his guilt mode. Stiles' face finally released its blank expression filling with sadness and fear, but also relief. Stiles wrapped his arms tightly around his Dad, burying his face into his chest. The sheriff was caught off guard, gasping in surprise before returning the embrace, tears streaming down my eyes.

"My boy." The sheriff mumbled in Stiles' ear. I heard soft cries, knowing they were from Stiles. The sheriff kept rubbing Stiles' back while Stiles dug his fingers into the sheriff's shirt. My heart sank in realization, this is the only family Stiles has, and Stiles is the only thing the sheriff has left from Claudia. They only have each other, and I can only imagine how they are feeling, well except that I can feel it.

Everyone slowly made their way out of the kitchen, giving the two Stilinski's their privacy. Derek gave me a stern nod and went out the front door, running out to look for the nogitsune. Kira gave a meek smile before leaving to go back home. Isaac gave me a pat on the back before making his way to Allison, who was hugging Lydia tightly.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you?" Allison said, holding Lydia firmly. Lydia nodded with a forceful smile on her face.

"I'm fine now Allison." Lydia said softly. Allison shook her head and held her best friend again. "Thank you Allison."

Lydia finally shed some tears and Allison held her tighter. I remember not being able to get to Stiles who was…going to die. I remember balling my eyes out watching Lydia unable to stop herself from screaming a banshee scream. I remember hearing an arrow shoot through the air, releasing his death grip on Stiles, who crashed onto the floor. If Allison didn't make it in time…

Lydia let go of Allison and sat on the couch. Allison met my gaze that still held some sadness in it, still glossy from crying.

"Allison," I said already choking on my words. "Had you not been there…Stiles…he…I…thank you." Allison understood my babbled words and I pulled her into a hug. If she hadn't been there, Stiles would have died, I don't know what I would've done if that happened.

We pulled out of our embrace and Allison slowly made her way out the door with Isaac in tow. I took a sigh of relief turning to my mom, giving her a hug before she went home. I turned to the door way to see Ethan waiting impatiently outside. I looked behind me to see Lydia and Aiden talking.

"But you are hurt." Aiden snapped in a low whisper. "I can't leave knowing that-"

"I'm fine now Aiden, I'm staying here."

"After everything that happened tonight-"

"Aiden, you told me to choose, and I did." Lydia snapped. "Now I am staying here, so don't you try to make me leave."

Aiden sighed heavily, disappointment and anger evident in his mannerism. He took a couple steps backwards before barging out the door to Ethan. Ethan sighed frustrated before turning to me.

"We will come back in the morning." Ethan said softly before chasing after his brother. I sighed knowing those two won't give up on joining my pack. I turned to Lydia and noticed that she looked horrible. Blood had stained her clothes and she looked pale. I opened my mouth to speak until she spoke up quickly.

"I already said I wasn't leaving so don't you try and make me too." Lydia softly screamed, not meeting my eyes. Against everything, I just chuckled catching Lydia off guard.

"Believe me Lydia, no one can make you do anything when you have your mind set." I said with a laugh. Lydia smiled to, like genuinely smiled. "Go upstairs and take a shower, get yourself cleaned off."

Now Lydia laughed lightly. "Thank you for kindly telling me that I looked like crap." We both chuckled as Lydia followed me up the stairs. I grabbed a towel and showed her were the bathroom was and went down stairs to see Stiles now sitting on the couch.

I slowly walked down the stairs as the Sheriff gave Stiles a final hug. I reached the bottom of the steps when the two Stilinski's pulled out of their hug, the sheriff going upstairs as Stiles instructed. I heard the close of the door upstairs when Stiles finally turned his body to face me. I took a deep breath while walking towards the couch, standing next to Stiles who was still sitting.

Our eyes finally met and we both couldn't hold it in, the tears came flowing and I sat on the couch, pulling Stiles into a hug. They were shaky breaths of fear and relief, and Stiles clung on to me tightly.

"I thought you were going to die!" Stiles cried. I was taken aback by his words and held him firmly by his shoulders.

"You thought I was going to die?" I cried bewildered. Stiles could only nod rapidly as angry tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Stiles, you were possessed by a nogitsune! I didn't know if I was ever going to see you again! Then I had to enter your mind and guide you out but look how well that turned out! Then when you got separated from the nogitsune, you were freaking kidnapped and not even Lydia could find you! The she heard the nogitsune tell Lydia where you were only to find out it was a trap and the nogitsune was the one who called to her! I saw you on the floor, I didn't know if you were dead or not and...and I thought…and I couldn't get to you…I couldn't…"

I couldn't finish the sentence, and I just sobbed. I never do that, I always try to remain composed, and be the "true alpha" that I'm supposed to be. Stiles just kept holding me and I couldn't stop. I l couldn't save Stiles from getting hurt, he could have died…and I would be to blame.

"Scott-"

"You told me once that I was your best friend, and you needed me." I said numbly, remembering the night outside in the motel. II could practically smell the gasoline on my body. I grimaced at the memory of Stiles, watery eyed, standing in the pool of gasoline, willing to go up in flames with me. Stiles mouth opened slightly, processing what I just said.

"I want to be there for you." I said truthfully. "But I fail you. I always fail you."

I felt a sharp sting on my cheek, and my eyes widened in shock. I blinked rapidly realizing that Stiles just slapped me across the face. Not too forceful, but enough to snap me out of my negative thoughts.

"Scott, you have never failed me."

All I could do was nod, and we hugged once again. This time, I wouldn't let Stiles down. I will protect him, and I will kill the nogitsune. Stiles and I pulled apart and surprisingly, he was the first to make a joke.

"Are you gonna take a shower? You look like shit."

I couldn't help but burst up laughing, and so did he. "I would, but Lydia is in the shower right now."

I couldn't help but grin watching Stiles face turn crimson red. He blinked rapidly, rephrasing the words in his mind. He shifted on the couch, mentally trying to grasp what I just said, and I sunk into the couch laughing at his motions.

"She-she stayed?" Stiles said bewildered. "And she's…i-in my bathroom…na-"

"Yes Stiles, she's naked. It's not like you haven't seen her naked before." I joked remembering when he found Lydia when she disappeared from the hospital after the dance. A sudden realization hit me, and my face revealed a wide grin.

"I forgot to give her a change of clothes." I said mockingly slowly closing my eyes. I could practically see Stiles freak out, chuckling at his increase in heart rate.

"Um...well…I…someone should…give her some then." Stiles shuddered. I smirked opening my eyes, motioning up the stairs. Stiles stumbled and I laughed as he slowly walked up the stairs to his room. I closed my eyes and listened in to see how this would go.

Stiles POV:

I went into my drawer and pulled out black sweat pants and a grey t-shirt. My breaths were shaky as I went to the bathroom down the hall. I hesitated at the door and heard the water shut off. I took a gulp of breath and was about to knock when I realized, I haven't really spoken to her since…since I almost died. The last real conversation I had with her, I told her I loved her…then the nogitsune took over, and I watched as she got mentally tortured by the nogitsune in the warehouse…I made her cry. Something I never wanted to do.

I grimaced, unsure of what she would think of me. I couldn't face her after what she went through, what I saw her go through…the amount of pain I put her through.

"Stiles?"

My eyes snapped open to see that the bathroom door was open, and Lydia stood there, a towel wrapped around her small frame. I choked on my words remembering that she was naked, and the steam that radiated off of her body was not helping.

"I-uh…um…" I looked down at the floor sharply, holding out the clothes to her with straight arms. I closed my eyes, feeling my cheeks burn. I stood frozen waiting for Lydia to say or do something. After what felt like forever, I felt her grab the pair of clothes. I peaked up slowly to see her wear a soft smile on her face.

"Thanks." She said, and my stomach turned at the pain that was evident in her voice. My heart sank as she slowly closed the door, and I grimaced at the sound of the lock clicking. I bit my inner cheek, not knowing what to do next, leaning against the wall for support.

I closed my eyes, pissed off at myself. I have no idea what she is thinking, but I know that she is afraid. Is she afraid of me? I wouldn't' blame her if she was. What have I done? The mental suffering I put her through must have been too much to bear. It was all my fault.

I slowly pushed myself off of the wall and slowly walked down the hall to rejoin Scott. I herd the door creak open and I closed my gritted my teeth not knowing what to expect.

"Stiles." I heard her voice crack. My eyes widened as I whipped my body around quickly. As soon as I was turned around, I was immediately impacted by her and I stumbled backwards a bit. I caught my balance and hugged her back tightly. Her sobs were now evident in her voice, and I closed my eyes full of guilt, stroking her long strawberry blonde hair. Her fingers dug into my back, her tight grip made my body ache, but I couldn't care less, just as long as she was in my arms.

"You idiot!" She sobbed into my chest. "What were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry." I breathed. "I'm sorry I couldn't control the nogitsune from-"

"That's not what I meant!" Lydia snapped, pushing away from me. "Everyone knows that it wasn't you! The nogitsune did all of those things, not you!"

I scrunched my face, not understanding her tone of voice. So everyone truly felt that it wasn't me who did all those things when the nogitsune controlled me. If she's saying that, then why is she so angry?

"If you really feel that way, then why are you afraid of me?" I choked out. My words made Lydia's rage grow more.

"I'm not afraid of you! I'm afraid for you! Did you not think when you tackled the nogitsune!" Lydia screamed. Now I was confused, and I raised my voice in frustration.

"Lydia, that thing was torturing you!" I snapped. "If I hadn't tackled it-"

"I would have been fine!

"Lydia! I couldn't stand listening to you scream-"

"You were going to die!"

I was taken back by her words. My hand slowly rose to my throat and I flinched at the memory of losing my breath. I remember the world going dark as the nogitsune laughed in my face, taking my breath away. I then looked at Lydia who had tears streaming from her cheeks.

"I was going to scream!" She cried moving toward me. "I was going to scream for your death you idiot!" Now she was throwing wild punches of frustration at my body. I caught her wrists gently as she continued to scream and shake.

"I was going to scream!" Now she was balling harder and I pulled her into a tight hold to which she clung to my body. I immediately felt guilty for not even thinking about that.

"Lydia, I'm sorry." I whispered in her ear. She just kept sobbing into my chest repeating over and over how she was going to scream. I made a bold decision and pulled her away. Her eyes widened in surprise as I leaned forward eyes closed, closing the distance between us, my lips crashing into hers.

It was a gentle kiss, and I couldn't help but hold my breath. Lydia let out a high pitched squeal of surprise, but the wrapped her arms around my neck, grasping my hair, not too forceful with it. My hands were wet with her tears, but I kept stroking her cheeks, my fingertips grazing through her hair.

I stumbled forward a little bit, and Lydia's back pressed against the wall. She deepened the kiss and my heart raced. One of her hands rubbed down my back and I let out a soft groan in pain, because of the bruises. She pulled out of the kiss and I took a huge gulp of air. My breath was shaky, as my body was, but Lydia reached up and stroked my cheeks.

"I can't stand the thought of losing you." Lydia whispered. I looked into her eyes that were filled with fear. I now know that it wasn't fear of me, and I kissed her forehead softly, wiping the tears that were under her eyes.

"You will never loose me." I vowed. "I love you too much to let you lose me."

"And I love you."

This time, Lydia closed the distance and leaned up to kiss me. I closed my eyes, taking in the moment. My tongue lightly grazed over hers, and my fingers dug deeper into her damp hair. Her hand reached for my face, and I cringed in pain when she touched my bandaged cheek. Lydia pulled away and I leaned on her shoulder, gasping for air again.

"You still hold your breath?" She teased. I chuckled a nod on her shoulder to which she lightly smiled as well.

"Your dad is right. You are fragile."

This time, we both laughed louder as her fingers dug into my hair again. I closed my eyes, entranced by her touch. I leaned away to look at her again. And the pain killers Melissa gave me were beginning to wear off. I cringed in pain, my fingers gripping together out of reflex.

"Let's lay you down." Lydia soothed. "You need rest."

I nodded as she guided me down the stairs to the living room. The TV was on and Scott must have token the liberty of turning the couch into a bed, setting up blankets and pillows on the two couches.

My cheeks burned red at the sight of his smug look on his face. He was so not watching TV. Lydia set me down on the edge of the bed before running upstairs to brush out her tangled hair. I slowly turned to Scott who was sitting on the arm chair, pursing his lips.

"How much of that did you hear?" I forced out. Scott smiled wide, not removing his eyes from the television screen.

"Enough to know that it was breathe taking."

"Oh shut up." I spat as Scott continued to giggle. I sunk into the couch, thankful that Scott already turned it into a bed. I noticed that Scott only set up two sleeping areas, one on the arm chair, and the other on the couch bed.

"Hey Scott," I stammered. "There's only two sleeping areas." Scott was still smiling, as he sank in the arm chair, flipping through the channels.

"I know. I got the arm chair." He said smugly.

"Then what about Lyd-"I stopped mid-sentence realizing what Scott has done. Judging by my abrupt stop in words, Scott knew I caught on and busted out in a laughing fit. I couldn't even form words, and my face grew red at the thought of Lydia and I in the same bed. Scotts laughing ceased into a wide smile as Lydia strolled down the stairs non-chalantly.

She sat down next to me as Scott turned down the volume of the TV. He stood up doing an exaggerated stretch. "I'm exhausted." Scott yawned. My heart rate sped up, and I choked on my words.

"I-I was under the impression that you were going to be on patrol."

"Isaac texted while you were upstairs." Scott grinned. "He volunteered to watch over the house. Shit, so Isaac know too. As if reading my mind, Scott shot a look that said "yes thanks to our werewolf hearing, we both heard you." A howl was heard outside, and Scott laughed. I sunk into my chair knowing it was Isaac, cracking jokes via howl.

"Very funny Isaac." I muttered. Scott couldn't contain his laughter and I could just imagine Isaac outside, cracking up laughing. Lydia just stare confused as Scott began to turn off the lamp lights.

"Well," Lydia nudged softly. "Aren't you going to scoot over?" I stammered, but shook my head rapidly, scooting over. Lydia and I adjusted under the cover the covers and my heart sped up when her body touched mine. The only light in the room was coming from the TV, and Scott reclined his chair, grinning wide.

My heart sped up as Lydia snuggled close to me, resting her head softly on her chest. I gulped, slowly and shakily wrapping my body around hers. I heard a soft chuckle escape her lips.

"Your heart is beating fast." She mumbled.

"Heck yeah it is." I heard Scott sleepily laugh. I closed my eyes in embarrassment, bringing a hand up to cover my face.

"Sorry." I stammered. Lydia leaned up and kissed my cheek, causing my body to shake nervously.

"I think it's cute." Lydia whispered, snuggling against my body. I smiled, sinking deeper into the couch. I kept rubbing my hand softly over her body, sending chills down my spine. I can't believe this is happening, Lydia is in bed, with me.

"Stiles?" I heard Lydia mumble. I shifted I the dark, letting her know that I was listening.

"Don't you leave me." She said softly. "No matter what happens tomorrow, you keep on fighting. And don't you dare leave me."

I leaned forward and kissed her forehead in the darkness understanding what she meant. Don't get hurt, and don't die. She held my body tighter, sinking deeper into me. I gave her a light squeeze, nodding in the dark.

"I promise I won't."

I don't know what was to come the next day, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't terrified. The nogitsune and I are connected, and I don't know what it plans to do next. I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the present. My Dad, Scott, and Lydia.

I let this moment that was bitter sweet consume my mind. I allowed myself to sleep with the horrible feeling that something horrible is going to happen soon.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, because I did. I have big plans for what is to come and I hope I don't disappoint. PLEASE REVIEW GUYS AND HOPEFULLY I'LL UPDATE SOON! Come check out my other Teen Wolf story. It's in the works and no action yet, but I promise it will be good. See ya guys soon and happy Saturday!