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.
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The world was returning to her. Her bearing becoming solid. The first thing she noticed was the body lying on the ground.
"Scott."
He was lying there, crumbled up. He looked scared. Bonnie rushed to his side, closing the gap between them.
"Scott?"
This time she needed an answer. She called his name again. She got nothing. She watched him curl up, trying to She watched him shudder, breathing erratically She put her hand on his shoulder, but pulled back. She felt it.
His pain. The pain she caused. Bonnie felt her heart fall. She had done this to him. To someone she care about.
"Oh God Scott."
All she heard was his breathing. His pain was still going on. But how? Was it the expression? Did she curse him without knowing it?
"Scott I'm so sorry."
She put her hand out, but pulled back. She just let her hand sit in the air. She caused him pain, and he flinched from her touch. She did not mean for this to happen.
She only wanted to make it safe for her and Stiles. The image of a broken Stiles popped into her head. This only worsened her mental state.
"Oh God Stiles."
She had left Stiles alone in the condition that he was in. She needed to get to him, but she could not leave Scott by himself. Bonnie felt a feral sense coming toward her. It was a werewolf, and a mysterious presence. Supernatural, but not something she knew.
"Bonnie, there you..."
She turned around, her vision barely making out three figures.
"Isaac, Allison, Lydia?"
"What happened?"
"Is that Scott?"
"Are you okay?"
All three questions came at once, and she did not know who said what. Unable to keep up she let out a small whimper. This was her fault. She looked away, trying to erase everything that happened. The small group moved forward. Allison moved to Scott; Lydia crouched down beside Bonnie. Isaac had run off. She did not know where, nor did she hold onto to his essence to find out. She just sat there, scared that two people were going to die under her watch. Because she could not save them.
"Bonnie?"
That was Lydia. She was calling her. Should she answer?
"What's wrong with Scott?"
Allison spoke this time. Was she addressing her?
She felt a hand on her arm. She looked to see Lydia. She looked incredible dressed down, and dirty. She had never seen Lydia dirty before. Or without a pair of heels or expensive flats.
"This is my fault."
Lydia's concerned expression was mixed with confusion.
"What?"
"I did this to Scott."
That confusion turned into shock.
"Bonnie..."
The young witch shook her head. This was her mess.
"I did this. I...I just wanted to get me and Stiles out...but I...I shouldn't have did it. But what was I supposed to do? Stiles was hurt. I couldn't use my magic. I needed the power. It was the only thing I had...and...I should have just gotten me and Stiles out...but...I knew the risk...I'm..."
She looked at Lydia, watching her features, trying to gauge some sort of reaction. She needed validation for her actions. Was she wrong? Was she right? Was there another way?
"Bonnie. Listen to me."
The delicate but firm touch almost made her flinch.
"I don't know what happened, but right now...we need to get out of here. You said Stiles is hurt. He needs help. Scott needs help. You need help."
Bonnie turned away. Bonnie was supposed to be okay. She was supposed to have been over whatever blocks were controlling her.
And she was.
But in that moment, it felt like everything was coming back to her.
"Come on Bonnie."
Lydia pulled up Bonnie. She turned to the direction that Allison and Scott were. Allison was watching Scott, her face slightly sunken. Lydia looked at Scott and understood why.
Scott was broken. She could hear his whimpers and soft cries. Bonnie did something to him, and it was going to take a lot to get him back.
Isaac had ran to them. Tyler and Stiles. He could smell Tyler. There was something strange about the guy. Something was off. He smelled weird. He smelled like death. Isaac had wondered if Scott had smelled it. It was faint when they met, but it wafted off of him. He almost feared it. It was unnatural at the same time.
When the scent got stronger he knew he was close. He also smelled blood.
Stiles' blood.
He speed up, and in less then thirty seconds found himself in front of Tyler, who was crouched down looking at a circle of twigs and leaves. He looked over to see Stiles sitting there, pale and almost gone. Almost dead.
"Tyler, what's going on?"
"Bonnie created this circle. Keeps unwarranted pest out. Unfortunately I can't get in."
"Wait why?"
"The only people that can get in are people that Stiles trust. Seeing as Stiles doesn't really know me..."
Tyler let that hang there. Isaac understood. Isaac looked at the circle of twigs.
"I could go in."
"Then what?"
"Get him out?"
Tyler shook his head.
"Doubt it I would have just told Stiles to roll on out. Bonnie usually makes these things air tight."
Isaac let his brow furrow at the other werewolf's words. Instead of saying anything he walked into the barrier, and picked up Stiles. Then he walked over to the barrier, but just as he was about to walk out he was pushed back by an invisible force. Tyler just stared at him, almost mocking him.
"See."
Isaac looked down at the barrier. It was nothing more than leaves and twigs. What could actually be done...
He kicked it.
The air got thicker than fell. Isaac looked around, then walked right out of the barrier.
"Not too hard."
Tyler just stared at him. He wanted to question everything. This did not line up with anything that he had encountered. Instead of question it he just looked down at Stiles.
"Give me Stiles."
Isaac moved away from Tyler a little holding onto Stiles. The injured boy let out a small whimper. He was in pain.
"Why?"
"So I can heal him."
Isaac's eyebrow rose expressing his confusion.
"How?"
"How about I show you and save him?"
He pointed at Stiles, who was barely alive as it was. Isaac looked down at his friend, and thought about it. Finally he laid Stiles down. Tyler moved over to him, and held Stiles' head up.
"Stiles, you still there, buddy."
Carefully he gave the other boy a slap on the face. That got a groan. Isaac moved to him, but stopped. Tyler said he could heal him.
"Ow..."
"Good, don't want this to go another way."
Isaac looked at Tyler confused. He was ready to take down the other werewolf if anything happened.
Tyler did not say another word; instead he lifted his other arm that was not supporting Stiles, and bit into forearm. Once he felt the bite was deep enough to bleed, he put the open wound to Stiles' mouth.
By instinct Stiles sucked, but then stopped when he tasted the coppery liquid.
"Don't fight it Stiles, just drink."
Stiles was too weak to fight. He just let it slide down his throat. It did not take long for the bitter tasting liquid to warm him. Suddenly his body felt different.
"What is going on?"
Isaac spoke but did not expect an answer. He knew what he saw. Tyler was feeding Stiles his blood...like a vampire."
Was Tyler a...
Isaac shook his head. That was nonsenese, Tyler was a werewolf, he saw it. Did he? No, he knew Tyler was affected by Scott's presence, but that did not mean that he was a werewolf. It...
"Isaac, come get Stiles and get him out of here. He will be okay, as long as he doesn't die anytime soon. It's going to take a few minutes, but Stiles will be okay."
Isaac watched as Tyler carefuly laid Stiles' head down. He stood up, his arm beeding a little. But then the wound was gone.
"I am going to go find the others okay."
Isaac nodded. He watched the other run off. It was at an unnatural speed, faster than any werewolf.
Tyler was not one of them.
"Lydia?"
The redhead looked up to see Tyler. Where did he come from?
"Where is Scott and the other girl? Allison?"
"Still in the forest back. Scott..."
A small soft sound came from Bonnie. Tyler looked at the girl, she looked defeated.
"What had...you know what nevermind. We can talk later. I'll go find them, you go get out of here."
Lydia nodded. Tyler moved past them. They were about to start walking again, but stopped at the sound of Tyler's voice.
"Stiles is going to be okay."
Lydia could feel relief swimming off of Bonnie. She had to admit, she was happy too.
What had she done?
Allison wanted to know. There laid Scott, in fetal postion, crying, and shivering. He would let no one touch him. There was trickles of blood on almost every orifice he had. The only thing not bleeding was his eyes. They were just overrun with tears. It broke her heart to see him like this.
To see the person she loved the most hurting. Because of someone that was supposed to love him. Or at the very least care for him.
But what was Bonnie?
She did this to him. She put this pain on him, and she looked remorseful. But that did not change anything. Whether she meant it or not, Bonnie's powers did this. Bonnie had been out of control, and someone had paid the price.
This was not the first time. She had put Scott into the hospital with her werewolf repellent.
Allison wathed Scott, fear anger and sorrow filling her.
Just then the sound of a twig snapping caught her, she turned around, and without even thinking she shot her crossbow. It hit a tree.
"Allison!"
She turend around and was ready to shoot again, stopping herself when she realized that it was just Bonnie's friend.
"Tyler."
The werewolf nodded.
"Shit...Scott looks terrible. Bonnie must have done a real number on him."
"Yeah..."
Tyler looked at her. She was just staring at the broken boy. Tyler had never seen the full effects of Bonnie's powers. The closest he ever came was when she transferred Klaus' soul into the hybrid's body. He did not remember much of that entire incident. He just knew him and Bonnie met, he agreed, then he was staring at Caroline again. It had all been so long ago. So many gaps.
"What are we going to do?"
Tyler did not look away from her.
"We need to get out of here. And get Bonnie to help him."
She turned away from Scott, and looked him dead in the eye. Tyler saw the malice.
"She's Scott's only hope."
He moved over to Scott, bent down and picked him up. The werewolf resisted, fidgeting and thrashing. Tyler held fast. He looked at Allison. She was standing up getting ready to move with them.
"What if Bonnie can't save him? What if she can't fix her mess?"
Tyler did not know how to answer. He just turned away and walked with the struggling werewolf in his arms.
"Well right now she is her only hope. Let's go."
A/N: Short chapter. I don't think I have much to say. The group is having to regroup. Scott has been cursed by Bonnie. Stiles has been saved. Allison is a bit upset with Bonnie. Bonnie herself is becoming a mess.
Next chapter is just car ride. That will be the end of this update before I go on the three chapter update again. I have already started it, and...yeah...you'll see.
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