Summary: Bonnie was okay with being alone. She was okay with not falling in love. She was okay with her form of happiness. Then Scott showed up. Scott was a romantic. He loved the idea of everything being better. He loved to dream, and love. Together they could be something else. Maybe even happy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. These two shows (Teen Wolf and The Vampire Diaries)...I wish. Would be making some type of bank.

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It had been three days. Three days since Scott walked out, after leaving enough money for his lunch. Three days since she went to his house and tried to talk to him. Three days since she sat in confusion as he just left and ignored her.

"Three days."

She sat on her bed, looking out at the relatively quiet neighborhood. There was nothing to do. Usually she could expect Scott here if he did not have to go to work. Today she would have to expect him not to come anyway. It was that time of the month for Scott, the full moon. Still he had not called her, text her, or even came to see her. When she went to him, he refused to see her.

Now she was in her bed alone, and missing him. Confused as to why they were not together right now.

"Bonnie..."

She looked to see her dad looking at her. He was still in his work clothes, meaning he was probably on break and came to see her. How? She did not know.

"Hey dad."

She watched his face fall at the sound of her voice.

"Still no sight of Mc...Scott."

She shook her head no. Rudy let out a sigh.

"Alright, I am just here to get something and see if you are okay. You are not okay. So should I..."

Bonnie shook her head, interrupting him.

"Go get your thing and get back to work."

Her voice was gentle and sad. She did not want her dad to miss work for her. Rudy hesitated, but he gave a nod.

"Alright, I'll stop by before I leave again..."

Bonnie smiled. He gave another nod and left her room. Her smiled dropped and she fell back. Normally this would be the time her thoughts would be overrun with Scott and how much shde missed him. Instead it was empty. She just looked up at the ceiling counting the seconds before her dad comes back and she had to smile again.

Why was she pretending? She had every right to be upset that Scott was not talking to her over something she did not understand.

She listened as her dad got closer again, and she turned to her side, letting her eyes close slowly.

"Bye Bonnie. I will be home around ten."

She opened her eyes, pretending that she was sleepy. Why was she faking sleep? She just smiled and nodded.

He returned her nod.

"You eat dinner okay."

Another nod.

"Bye baby girl."

Scott looked at the red powder. It was going to help him with the full moon, making sure to turn his pain into positive feelings, and sedate him. It worked, he knew it worked. But, tonight. Did he want to take it?

Bonnie made it. And Scott was upset with Bonnie. No Scott was sad. Or that was what it felt like. Scott sat there looking down at the powder.

"Alrighty..."

Scott looked up, coming to realize his situation. There he was in his normal hiding place during the full moon. He was chained up cold chains connected to steel cuffs around his arms. He would be alone, if not for his best friend Stiles walking in looking as if he had just woken up. In one corner there was his book bag filled with extra clothes, a book and a game. Scott though he broght his iPod, but he may have been in a rush.

"So...you ready to take the powder stuff."

Scott cringed. Bonnie made it.

"Uh...I don't know..."

Stiles' brow furrowed in confusion.

"You need an extra minute or something. If that's it, man you got like two..."

Scott shook his head.

"No...I might not."

Stiles confusion got worse.

"Why?"

"Because..."

Scott was heartbroken. Stiles sighed. He moved closer to his friend, making sure to pick up the jar. Once he was close he sat beside Scott, feeling the cold chain on his bare arm.

"Look man..."

He stopped thinking of what he should say.

"These three days...I know it has been tough."

Scott snorted.

"But man we can't let this stop you. You have been depressed for three days, understandable. But you can't just deny this gift."

Stiles held up the jar for emphasis.

"This helps you. You need this."

Scott almost wanted to end with him saying he needed her. That was really it. He needed Bonnie. She was something special to him. She saved him. She defied odds for him. And he was in debt to her. Even now, after he shunned her existence...he wished he could still pay his debt to her. That was what he wanted it to be. A debt. Not his free will wanting her. Cause if he admitted that he wanted her, he would have to deal with another real truth.

Scott looked up at Stiles, his eyes determined.

"Give it to me."

Stiles was about to speak, when Scott shook his head.

"I don't want to hear it. You're right. This is a blessing. So give it to me, and go sit on the other side of the room."

Scott's voice had lost the usual warmth and happiness it had been known for. Instead it was steely and focused. Stiles just nodded. He opened the jar and stuck his finger in. The powder did not stick. He looked up at Scott, who was just looking at the powder.

"Uh Scott?"

"Stick your finger in your mouth and put it in."

Stiles just sat there. Scott rolled his eyes.

"Oh come on Stiles."

"Dude..."

"Yeah I know. Just do it."

Stiles looked away and shrugged. He took his index finger, which Scott was just noticing was rather long, and was about to put it in his mouth. Then he stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I should stick it in your mouth..."

"Why?"

"Because..."

"Stiles?"

"Dude this is weird enough already."

"Oh come on..."

"Well look not all of us are that comfortable like you are."

Scott opened his mouth, about to speak, but then closed it. He did not want to talk to him about that there. Unfortunately Stiles saw it.

"What?"

"What?"

"Okay before this goes on to us repeating what in a variety of ways. What was that look for?"

Scott did not answer immediately. Instead he just looked away for a second, thinking of what he should say.

"Uh nothing. I was just going to make a rude remark."

Stiles snorted.

"Please you and rude rarely work out. I think the only time you said something rude was directed towards Lydia, but then you just casually say something nice about her as well."

This time it was Scott's turn to snort.

"Whatever."

"No whatever's. What is it? Look you don't have much time left so you better say it or so help me I will get that information out of you any..."

"IknowyouhaveacrushonIsaac."

He said it so fast that it almost sounded like one word. That did not make it any less evident. Stiles had stopped talking. He just sat there crouching, holding the jar in one hand, his index pointed out on the other.

"Stiles..."

Stiles put his index finger in his mouth, dipped it into the powder and then stuck it out to Scott. Scott just took it. Scott could not help but think how awkward this was. When Stiles pulled back he put the top back on and went to put it with Scott's things. He did not speak to Scott once.

"Stiles..."

Stiles ignored him. He took out his iPod, and put one earbud in. He was turning to leave the place. Scott watched his friend retract into himself. This was a first.

"Stiles..."

"We'll...we'll talk later about it."

Stiles never turned to him, but Scott could just feel the fear running off of him. His heartbeat was going ninety miles a minute. He had gotten quiet, and would not even look at Scott. Scott should have just kept his mouth close.

"I'll be outside Scott..."

"Okay."

Stiles did not say anything else after that. Instead he just left. Scott waited for the door to close before he started to slamming his head on the back of the wall.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid."

This went on until he started to no longer feel the pain, due to Bonnie's powder. Then the thought of Bonnie came back. He wanted to be sad, but instead he smiled at her. Her hazel, sometimes green eyes. Her warm tanned skin. Her offset jaw. Her cute little accent. Her. He missed her. Scott felt a sharp and hollow pain in his stomach. He recognized it immediately. It was the same one he got many of times with Allison.

Scott always wondered why they called it heartbreak if it was never a pain in his chest. It was always his stomach. Like he wanted to curl up and cradle his damaged stomach. But now, this was wonderful, it felt like a warm loving breeze was rolling inside of him. He was happy.

Even if he was heartbroken.

A/N: These chapters are relatively short. I had said Allison would be in this. But she isn't. She will be in the next chapter, along with Tyler. Uh so yeah, Scott is still sad, convinced that Bonnie is leaving him for Jeremy, who is actually Tyler. There will be no werewolf antics next chapter. It will be a lot of talking about problems. Oh and the small reveal about Stiles liking Isaac came from the rumors that he might come out as bisexual on TVD. I may or may not write a one shot of him and Bonnie talking about that...IDK.

Thank you for reading and commenting. I will be back on the three chapter update soon. I just got to get myself back in order.

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