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Scott's POV

Stiles spent another 10 minutes tearing up the wall before he stopped and just stared at it for a long moment. What Stiles was looking for Scott didn't know. Then Stiles moved to the opposite wall and Scott gaze followed him. If he remembered correctly that where the chain had been, although when Stiles had been rescued he hadn't been chained up. Scott had tore it out of the wall in anger before he had set the place on fire, and the chain was a few feet away from them. He was glad that the chain was ashy now, which was better than the blood which had been on it before making it look rusted.

Stiles started in on that section where there was a hole, where the chain used to be in the wall. Only this time he didn't use his claws but his fists. He pounded his fists hard into the wall, until the holes in the wall went a few feet deep, then he stopped and looked around the room. He then went around the room in no particular order or pattern smashing the walls here and there and everywhere, punching and kicking at them until there were several gouges in each wall. Stiles stopped after a long period of destruction, he panted a little, his eyes were still golden.

His eyes moved from the walls to Derek and his mouth dropped into a snarl. He was across the room in seconds and attacking Derek. It Scott a moment to understand what he was doing. Derek was his alpha and if Derek hurt him the wounds wouldn't heal as quickly. He opened his mouth to tell Derek not to hurt him, but from the look in Derek's eyes Derek seemed to understand what was Stiles was trying to do. Instead of hurting Stiles back he pinned him against the wall; only for Stiles to wildly thrash in what seemed like fear, trying to get away from the wall. Derek and Scott shared an bried alarmed look and then Derek released him. Stiles stumbled a few feet away from him, then snarled and came at Derek again a moment later.

Scott found himself stepping between the two of them. Stiles lips curled into a snarl. His eyes telling him he wanted pain and he didn't care who he had to hurt in order to get it again. Scott stood his ground, if Stiles attacked him he would let him, if Stiles needed something to pour his anger and hurt into he would be that person instead of Stiles hurting himself. Stiles attempted to move around Scott, but Scott moved with him keeping his body between Stiles and Derek. After a few more tries Stiles stopped and glared at him.

"Scott move." Stiles growled angrily.

"No." Scott refused shaking his head.

"I need it...I need the pain." he insisted, it tore at Scott's heart to hear Stiles say that about himself.

"No you don't." Scott said with a shake of his head. "You're strong." he tried to tell him.

"I'm empty." Stiles countered with a shake of his head.

"You're my best friend." his voice cracking his eyes were going blurry.

"I need it!" Stiles said and attempted to go around Scott again. Due to the fact that Scott had been a werewolf longer and was more in tune with his werewolf body he easily blocked him again.

"No you don't!" Scott insisted loudly.

"Yes I do!" Stiles said adamantly, then suddenly slashed at his face. Scott brought his claw up to his face astonished that Stiles had actually hurt him. "Get out of the way!" Stiles shouted slashing him across the chest this time, Scott grunted as the sensation of pain washed through him. "Get out of the way!" Stiles yelled again as he slashed just underneath the slash on his chest. Scott stood his ground, and was rewarded slightly as Stiles expression started slowly changing form anger to sadness even as Stiles slashed him a few more times in various places.

"I have to have pain! I need it! I need it!" he shouted as he slashed all over. He saw Derek and Issac coming to help him from behind Stiles, but Scott shook his head. Stiles was starting to break down since he was unable to hide from his emotions or take away the pain in any kind of lasting way, if Stiles needed to hurt him a bit to do it then he would let him. "I need it!" Stiles said this time a single tear rolled down Stiles's check.

"I have to forget! I can't remember!" he sobbed. "I can't go on without it! Give it to me! I need it!" Scott said nothing just stayed in place standing tall despite the pain coursing through his body. He reminded himself that he would heal, and that he had a feeling that this was helping Stiles. "I need it!" Stiles shouted again and sort of fell to his knees for a moment, he looked up at him begging him. Part of him wanted to give Stiles whatever he wanted just to stop him from looking at him like that, but he also knew that while it would help him in the moment, it wouldn't help him long term.

"Stiles you don't need it." Scott shook his head "You're strong, you're my best friend, my brother" Scott swallowed down a lump in his throat and found himself on the verge of sobbing, a single sob escaping his mouth but managed to forge on "and I love you." Stiles looked at him tears in his eyes but glared at him. He got back onto his feet and slashed him again this time his already slashed chest. Scott grunted in pain.

"You love me?! Where the hell where you?!" another slash across his chest "Where the hell were you while they were ripping into me every single day!" Stiles slashed his chest again. Scott eyes went blurry as the tears started flowing down his checks, he wasn't crying because of the physical pain but because the emotion one the guilt, the guilt of not making it to save Stiles in time.

"I am so sorry." Scott said softly. Stiles stared back him sadly, then his face contorted in anger again.

"They hurt me every" another slash "Single" slash "Day!"slash "What the hell were you doing Scott?"Slash. The physical pain was enough to bring him to his knees, he gasped in pain but he didn't tell Stiles to stop "What were you doing as they hurt me? Just sitting at home and thinking I'm glad he's gone!" This time the questions weren't punctuated with slashes but the question hurt much more than the slashes had.

"No!" Scott shouted how could he think that? Stiles was his best friend in the whole world. "I looked for you! I missed you every single day!"

"Then why did it take you four months to find me!" Stiles yelled at him.

"I'm sorry!" Scott said softly, he was so so sorry. Stiles put his face next to Scott and said in barely a whisper.

"You're sorry." Stiles said softly. "I lived in this place for months and you're sorry."

"I'm sorry." Scott repeated again brokenly. Tears started to appear in Stiles eyes again even as he glared at him.

"You left me here."

"I'm sorry." Scott cried again.

"I died here." Stiles sobbed.

"No you didn't, you're still alive." Scott insisted shaking his head. Stiles shook his head.

"It doesn't feel like it Scott, it feels like I'm dead."

"You're not dead Stiles...you're just a little-"

"Shattered?" Stiles said with a bitter smile.

"No" Scott said with a shake of his head "Depressed." Stiles kept his bitter smile.

"Depressed, it that what they call this feeling that makes me feel like I'm dead inside?" Stiles said bitterly, Scott nodded.

"It's seems like a very inadequate word to describe everything I'm feeling." Stiles continued in the same tone.

"Words are that way sometimes." Scott added not quite sure what else to say to that. Stiles looked at him for a long moment before saying.

"Scott I'm tired."

"Then you should sleep."

"That's not what I mean." Stiles said with another bitter smile and a few small shakes of his head.

"I'm tired of everything, I just want it to stop." he said sadly. Scott nodded, he understood, he lunged across the short distance between the two of them and wrapped Stiles in the tightest hug he could. Which was a good idea since Stiles started fighting him on the hug for a long moment before relaxing into it.

"Scott I don't know what to do." Stiles cried into his shoulder. Scott rubbing his back with his his now human hands.

"It's okay Stiles, we'll get through this." Stiles sobbed.

"How can we when everything always feels wrong, and I feel so empty inside?"

"Because you're my best friend Stiles, my brother, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for you." All that could be hear for awhile after that was crying of both Scott and Stiles.

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