I was requested for Scott and Stiles feels as friends and I have delivered!

1AM

A sliver if moonlight snuck its way past the smallest crack in the curtains illuminating a small part of the wall, its reach was a far cry from the ceiling of which Stiles had spent the last three hours staring at, so the new scenery was a welcome change for him. He tried to imagine the light as though it was trying to enter his own mind to help with the current darkness that resided within. The first thing Stiles had done after being free from the Nogitsune was sleep for days and now that he was finally rested up the nightmares had begun.

So here he was again not sleeping because whenever he closed his eyes all Stiles could see were Allison and Aiden and Scott and everyone he had hurt in his time as Void.

Sighing deeply and dramatically Stiles flung his body over and onto his front face first in his pillow, groaning and dragging the covers over his head. If only he could undo all the horrors, and sleep. More sleep would be good, preferably without the nightmares.

Just then a strange buzzing sound came from somewhere and he lifted his head off the pillow and listened.

Bzzz

Bzzz

Bzzz

It sounded familiar… like the flies the Nogitsune used. He threw his cover off and sat up glaring into the darkness ready to face his impending doom but there was no one there. He glanced around but the sound continued uninterrupted, with a strange rhythm that a fly couldn't keep. Stiles glanced around and looked to his nightstand where his Cell was ringing silently.

'Oh.'

He reached over to see it was Scott, and answered it quickly before his friend was forced to voice mail. "Hey bro what's up? A new threat?"

"Stiles. I uuh, no not really. Um, sorry. I shouldn't have called you like that." He sounded stressed and upset and Stiles was on instant alert now.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"N-nothing. You should go back to sleep I'm sorry Stiles."

"I wasn't sleeping, tell me what's wrong or I'll come knocking and your mom will hate me." He tried to keep it light and easy but Scott knew without a doubt he would keep his word.

"I just… Allison." He didn't need to say anything else and Stiles' heart broke. "I can't stop thinking about how she died."

"Yeah- me too." Stiles' throat felt thick and he tried to suck in air. He listened to dead air for a moment before he realized Scott was actually crying. "Okay forget what I said I'm coming over, unlock your window."

"What?" Sniff. "No Stiles it's late and you're right my mom would kill you and-"

"All I'm hearing are excuses I'm coming and you can't stop me! Make it easy and maybe your mom won't hear me coming in. See you in ten." He hung up and jumped out of bed grabbing his bag and throwing in what he'd need. Luckily it was a Friday night and there was no school.

Stiles made it in record time to Scott's using his very abandoned bicycle, ever since receiving the Jeep he never used the old thing and the tires had gone down a little but since this was an emergency and he didn't want to wake the whole block with his Jeep, Stiles made the most of it. He pulled up and threw the offending transportation onto the lawn making his was around to the side with Scott's bedroom window. He glanced up to see it was already open and waiting for him, causing Stiles to smile.

He shimmied his way up the familiar building his feet and hands finding their holds like a memory, implanted there, he could do this in his sleep for sure. Once he found his way into Scott's window he stood, dusted his jeans off and looked up to find his friend standing there in the glow of a single lamp light.

"Hey bud."

Scott huffed out a greeting and they stared for a moment before Stiles rushed to embrace his best friend, patting him on the back and Scott clung to his shirt and cried a bit. He felt awful- had caused his friend so much pain and yet he still needed him here comforting him like they had done a thousand times before for each other.

"Thanks for coming."

"No problem. You know I wasn't going to just let you wallow alone, shit Scott. We wallow together, we made a deal." He smiled and nudged Scott on the shoulder earning him a weak grin.

"Thanks Stiles, really." He shuffled his way back to his bed and sat down as Stiles joined him. They stayed like that for a while and talked about everything that had happened lately and how they were dealing with it, or not. Stiles told Scott about his nightmares and how he felt and Scott shared his own nightmares and worries, they talked into the early hours and fell asleep side-by-side.

And when Melissa came to check on her son knowing he would have had such violent dreams, she was glad to see that he wasn't alone.