Title: Let the wind chase you – I can't do it anymore

Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Trisha Yearwood

Warnings: AU; also, I haven't seen anything since the end of season 3; references to violence/blood

Pairings: none

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 455

Point of view: third

Prompt: Teen Wolf, Stiles, "God! Fine! I'm sorry, all right?"

"Look," Stiles says with a glare, holding his arm to his middle because hello, bleeding, "it had to be done, alright? And god knows you wouldn't do it."

Scott glares, too, the pack ranged around them, and Boyd and Erica edge over closer to Stiles, where Cora and Derek already are. "It was my call!" Scott shouts, and his clothes are still bloody but he's already healed, of course. Must be awesome being an alpha, sometimes.

"This is my town, too," Stiles says. He's just a human, and god knows Deaton won't train him. There's still a shadow in his mind he hasn't mentioned to anyone.

Isaac is at Scott's side, and so is Allison, and Lydia takes a deep breath before stepping into the middle ground. "Will there be two packs, then?" she asks serenely.

Stiles misses what they had before, him and Scott. It's partly his fault, partly Peter's, partly Scott's—mostly Gerard and Kate Argent's. Blame could be cast around forever, but what it comes down to is this: Stiles and Scott have a fundamental disagreement when it comes to threats.

"I am the alpha," Scott growls. "Beacon Hills is mine." His eyes flash red.

"You're not my alpha," Jackson scoffs, sauntering over to stand beside Boyd.

"Stiles," Scott tries, "c'mon, man. We've been friends forever."

"We haven't been friends in months," Stiles says. "Maybe even years." God knows he's loved Scott for years but ever since he got bit, Scott's been showing just where in his priorities Stiles lies. "Let's get home," he murmurs to the wolves ranged around him. "Dad's probably worried." He glances over to Allison and says, "There will be no hunting on my land, Argent."

She flushes but elbows Scott when he goes to say something.

Scott's side is looking a little thin, with just an alpha, a beta, and a hunter. "I'm sorry," Stiles says, "for whatever part I played in the mess that led to this."

"I can't believe you're just abandoning me," Scott says. "After everything I've done for you."

"Right," Stiles says, smiling with all of his teeth. "Everything you've done for me. Have a nice life, Scott." He limps to where he'd left the jeep, and Derek is leaning against it.

"That was stupid," Derek tells him, helping Stiles into the passenger seat. "You should've waited to have the confrontation 'til after you healed."

"Fuck off," he mutters. "Dad must be out of his mind by now."

"I sent everyone on ahead." Derek buckles him in and Stiles realizes exactly how tired he is. "Boyd said he'd start dinner with whatever supplies your kitchen has. Erica promised to smooth things over with the Sheriff."

If Stiles wasn't in so much pain, he'd laugh.