It had been several weeks since their return to Beacon Hills. Scott had almost forgotten what normal life was supposed to feel like. His mom had hugged him for a solid few minutes when he first came into his house, and then bombarded him with questions for at least twenty more. Scott knew how much Stiles meant to her. He was essentially her second son. He reassured her (and himself) that Stiles was making a full recovery. Stiles had begged his dad to let him go back to school because he couldn't stand being in bed anymore. The Sheriff had been skeptical but he eventually obliged because Stiles was recovering so well (and probably partly because of the endless whining about it). Scott was still working on catching up with his schoolwork. Lydia didn't seem to have any problem with that. In fact, she was caught up within the first week even though she was regularly going over to the Stilinski's to help Stiles with his. Derek quickly got back into normal life (at least by his standards) but Scott couldn't help but notice that he seemed way happier than normal. It was actually kind of unnerving for him to be in such a good mood all the time. Stiles got a lot of stares and questions when he came back to school, but he didn't seem to mind very much. Everyone was amazed that he had survived the clutches of an insane serial killer. That was the story they'd given to the police and the hospital and anyone else who asked about it. It wasn't even technically a lie. Scott was still trying to deal with everything that had happened, and it was actually Stiles who was helping him through it. Lydia, Derek, and Stiles' dad were a big part of it too. The five of them had been spending a ton of time together recently. It was like the experience had given them an unbreakable bond beyond the one that they already had. Scott was so thankful for every one of them. They were all struggling still, but they were struggling together. Oddly enough, Stiles was providing the most comfort out of anyone. Scott was amazed by him. He had a long way to go; Scott knew that. He knew he was still having bad nights and that it probably wouldn't end any time soon. On one particular night Scott woke up to his phone vibrating. He looked at his alarm clock. 2:43 a.m. He looked back to his phone and saw a text from Stiles. "Are you awake?" Scott immediately called him.

"Hey, Scotty. Sorry for waking you up."

"What's wrong, Stiles?"

"I don't know."

"Are you ok?" There was a long pause.

"No."

"I'm coming over."

"Scott, you don't have to-"

"I'm on my way." Scott was already heading out to his car. It only took him a few minutes to drive to Stiles' house, but he still listened to his breathing through the phone the entire time. It was relatively steady, but definitely too fast. Scott parked and quietly unlocked the door. He'd had a spare key for years. He assumed Stiles would be upstairs in his room but he was sitting on the couch in the living room, staring at the wall.

"Stiles?" Stiles jumped. "I'm sorry-"

"No, it's ok. Sorry. Scott, you really didn't have to come here in the middle of the night." Scott sat down next to him.

"I wanted to. What can I do?" Stiles finally looked at him.

"I don't want to fall asleep. I keep having these dreams where you get killed and I have to sit and watch… I guess I just wanted to hear your voice." Scott pulled him into a hug.

"Not going anywhere. I promise. Is your dad home?"

"No. He's working the night shift."

"So we don't have to worry about being quiet?"

Stiles looked perplexed. "No…"

Scott smiled. "Alright then. Which one?"

"Could you be a bit more specific?" Stiles was looking at Scott like he'd lost his mind.

"Which Star Wars, obviously." Stiles slowly started to grin.

"Empire Strikes Back."

Scott nodded. "I had a feeling." Stiles looked mock offended.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just that your crazy obsessions with certain movies start to get predictable."

"The Empire Strikes Back is a cinematic masterpiece."

"Yeah, yeah." Scott started the movie and sat back down. Stiles looked at him.

"Scott?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you… for saving my life."

Scott smiled and put an arm around him. "Likewise."

"I didn't-"

Scott cut him off. "Do you have any popcorn?"

Stiles laughed. "Obviously. It's in the same cupboard as always." They snacked and watched the movie and talked about nothing. It felt really good. Scott looked over at Stiles. He had a very serious look on his face, as if he wanted to say something important. Scott waited.

"So if you're Luke, I'm Han, and Lydia is Leia, does that make Derek Chewbacca?" Scott almost spit out his popcorn.

"Oh my god… I can't wait to tell him you said that!"

Stiles laughed. "Thanks Scott." Scott didn't have to ask what he meant. He just smiled and pulled him in tighter. He listened with a mixture of delight and exasperation as Stiles took a full ten minutes describing his theory on why Jar Jar Binks was secretly a dark lord. The movie wasn't even halfway over when Stiles fell asleep. He looked calm. Scott pulled a blanket over him and curled up on the other side of the couch. He listened to Stiles steady heartbeat to lull him to sleep. Every beat reminded him; no matter what, without a doubt, they were going to be just fine.

THE END