Chapter Thirteen: 90 Days

It had been a month more, and Scott had almost the hair he'd had before his chemo. He was overjoyed and they were going to be heading to UCLA in another month. It was all set up. Scott was so excited. His weight was back up, and they were doing so good. Dusty was still having issues with Isaac, but he was hiding it better than he had been. Scott felt bad for him. He wished that he could do something to help. Isaac hadn't spoken to any of them the entire month, and Scott knew that Dusty was taking it hard and hiding it. Scott kept finding empty bottles of liquor in the recyclables. He knew it was from Dusty.

At the moment, Scott was sitting in the living room, reading a book he was supposed to get done before his English class started when he got to school. It was Sherlock Holmes. Scott liked it. It was pretty good, and he was going to do his first paper on how gay Sherlock was. He was sure that it wasn't going to be taken well, but he was going to do it anyway. At the very least, an argument could be made for Sherlock being asexual. He didn't seem to care about women at all. Scott was sure there was an angle there.

This is when Dusty came in. He had been working with Alan at the vet's. He was going to move to UCLA with his brother and his husband, though, he wanted to be around his brother and it's not like he was one who minded picking up his roots. Dusty hung up his jacket and moved to sit with Scott, setting down a couple of pizzas. "Here, help yourself." He said, and set down two six packs as well. He cracked open a beer, and he wondered if Scott was going to give him a lecture for the beer. Dusty had to keep seeing Isaac walking around town, and he was tired of having to see him. Dusty was actually looking forward to going to UCLA, there would be no Isaac Lahey.

"You really should just get a soda, D." Scott told him, reaching for a piece of pizza and putting aside his book. He'd actually gotten a lot read today. He was usually a slow reader. Scott had worked on that in high school, really hard, and now he was getting much better. He thought that he'd really have a good shot at being a vet. Scott took a bite of the pizza, and got up to go and get a soda. He wasn't going to get drunk. Smoking weed, that would work just fine. He came back in, slice of pizza finished, and then moved to sit his soda down and got out the pot stuff.

"I'm filling two of the vapes." He said, looking at his brother with scrutiny.

Dusty gave him a nod. "Okay." He said, as he had finished the first beer, and then was on to his second, and had filled a paper plate with four slices of everything. Dusty looked at Scott, wondering what it was his brother was thinking. He knew that Scott was worried about him. That's why Dusty had started to do his best to keep his true feelings from him to worry him less. Dusty ate a bit more of his pizza while Scott was filing the pens. He liked the pens, made your smoke so much smoother. He was glad that Scott was a smoker too, they could talk and relate doing it together.

He finished a slice and then sipped a beer as Scott handed him the full vape pen. He took it and took a hit before he spoke. "I've really…. I've been trying to hide how I feel with Isaac from you. Because I know how worried you are and what else you've got going on." He said, and Scitt was giving him a knowing look, waiting for him to continue. He took a couple more hits before he continued. "I love him. I don't know how it happened so quickly, but I am in love with him. And he….he won't come out. I told him I won't let anything happen to him. And he will feel such a weight lifted off his shoulders if he just lets it out."

It was killing him, Dusty didn't want to force him, but he also couldn't be with someone who wouldn't come out. "I want to be with him so much. But I can't be in hiding. I was in hiding through most of my school life and it felt so good to come out, and just be who I am. I want him to be able to feel like that. To know what it feels like to be truly free. I know he's never felt that, from what he told me about his father."

The fact that Dusty wanted Isaac to feel that was so unselfish of him. He wasn't even saying that he wanted it to be with Issac. He just wanted Isaac to know how it felt. Scott reached out and touched his knee. "You are a wonderful man. You honestly just want him to know how it feels. Even if it means you won't be with him. I don't know anyone else besides me and you that would do that. You should try telling him that. See what he says." Scott knew that Isaac was only with Dusty in the first place because he loved Scott still. It really wasn't fair to Dusty and Scott really wanted to give him hell for it.

The front door opened and closed, and Stiles was home. He was carrying bags of takeout from Burger King. Stiles said, "I didn't know pizza was brought." Then his eye fell on the weed. "Oh, okay, we're good, we're smoking." He moved to join them, after grabbing a paper plate to put his burger on. He would eat the fries in the container. He moved to sit and dug in, as Scott was filling him a vape pen. He'd finished his anyway. He leaned over and kissed Scott. "I love you, bae." Stiles told him. It was a thing they did now, every time they left anywhere, or got home, they told each other that they loved each other. Stiles was glad that he was able to say it to him. He looked at Scott, who was looking at the weed intently, wanting it to be just perfect.

"Scott, I need to tell you something." He had run into Derek in the bank. Stiles had wanted to get some cash out to get the food.

At this, Scott looked up, handing Stiles the finished pen. "What?" He asked, and then Stiles told him that Peter Hale had taken a deal, and he was only going to serve 25 years for killing Noah. Scott felt his stomach fill with knots. That wasn't what was supposed to happen. "Oh fuck." Scott said, wishing that he knew a way to change this. "Why didn't Malia speak up?" He asked, angry. "If she had told what she knew, maybe he'd be getting a bigger sentence. It's not fair!" Scott gasped, he began to cry. He was crying hard.

He had gotten to live. And Noah hadn't. And it was Peter Hale's fault. Scott tried to catch his breath, and buried his head in Stiles' shoulder. He sobbed, it was as if they were saying that Noah wasn't worthy enough of his murderer to get life in prison. He clung to Stiles, and he wished that Malia had spoken up. He wanted to make her feel the agony he felt now. "Malia! She knew! She knows, and she just didn't say anything!" Scott practically screamed, and then he pulled back, still trying to catch his breath.

Rubbing his back, Stiles said, "Scott, you've got to calm down, bae. You'll need your inhaler." He said, and he noticed that Scott truly was trying to calm down. Stiles leaned out and kissed him, and when he'd pulled back, Scott was breathing normally. Stiles explained the situation to Dusty, that Malia had knowledge of why Peter had run over his father and killed him. Derek had been trying to make sure he paid the full penalty. No one liked Peter Hale. Stiles just wanted Dusty to know why Scott was so upset. They had spoken about Noah, but they had never discussed how Noah had died.

It really wasn't fair, and Stiles didn't know if he was ever going to be able to talk about it and not feel the rage he was feeling inside. He was really really angry. He was trying not to let this bother him, Peter was such an awful person, he was sure he would be abused in prison. That was the only solace he was taking from this. Stiles reached for his Coke and took a long sip. "I don't know how she's going to live with herself, Scotty." Stiles said, but he honestly didn't think that Malia had done it maliciously. He thought she'd been scared into not talking. By whom, he wasn't sure. He wished that he knew, and he knew that unless she spoke up, no one was going to try and figure out who. They had convicted Peter, as far as they were concerned, it was over.

Dusty was now working through his fourth beer and tilled is plate again, him having been done with the vape by now as well. "I'm so sorry, guys." He said, and he really meant it. "That is truly awful. He should be going to jail for life." He had been through losing his own parents, and he hadn't taken it super hard, but then again, they hadn't been the best of people. Dusty devoured his pizza slice. "I wasn't that upset about losing my adoptive parents." Dusty said. "I am very glad that I have Ma and Alan now." It amazed him that they had accepted him so fully.

"You will always have them." Scott, who had finally started to stop crying and was wiping his cheeks with a napkin. He turned and looked at his brother. "I love you, and you're always going to be in my life." He couldn't believe this. He was suddenly very glad that he was still on the gaining his proper weight back and reached into one of the BK bags and pulled out a double Whopper and some fries. "Thanks for stopping, babe." He said to Stiles.

Stiles watched as Scott took a huge bite of his burger. He was glad that he'd been the one to tell Scott about Peter, and not someone else. He didn't want anyone else to upset Scott or tell him maliciously. They had had Liam deal with homophobia. So it was a possibility. Stiles couldn't watch Scott have to go through that. He remembered that Scott had taken that hard, when he'd had to go to Liam's school. He had been so angry. Not that Stiles could blame him.

The rest of lunch passed by quietly, Dusty said he was going to go and take a nap and went upstairs, and Scott picked up his book to start reading again and Stiles moved to cuddle up with him on the sofa and channel surfed. Scott was trying to focus on his book. He was so angry that Peter was only serving 25 years. He knew it was because he had the money to back things up. Scott and Stiles had their own, but that didn't mean that they could use it to fight. Peter of course by law had appeals, but Scott didn't think he would get those. They had had enough evidence to get him locked away in the first place.

Scott was running his free hand up and down Stiles' chest and abs, as he turned the pages. Scott hadn't talked to Stiles yet to tell him what he planned to do with his paper. Stiles was going to study forensics, of course. He was so proud of Stiles. He had such dreams and the power to really make it happen. Scott was only half sure that he was going to end up as a vet.

"You okay, babe?" Stiles asked, turning in Scott's arms so he could see his face. "I really want to know, so don't do that trying to hide how you really feel thing from me. I know you do that to protect me, so I'm not mad about it." Stiles said, before Scott could say anything. He didn't want to argue about it at all. He looked into Scott's eyes. "Please tell me, what you really feel about all of this. Because I think it's totally fucked up. My dad died, and Peter should get the death penalty, or at the very least, life in jail. But he's not, it's only 25 years! What the fuck! And Malia, why the fuck didn't she step up? And why did no one threaten her with withholding information?!"

He rubbed Stiles' stomach. "I feel exactly like you do. I think it is definitely the exact opposite of justice." He said, shaking hiss head and his burgeoning curls bounced. He was trying to forget how angry he was about it, but he understood if Stiles needed to talk. It had been his father after all. And everyone knew what Peter was, and that this sentence was far too light. "I wonder what Derek thinks? He's got to know too. Since he was trying to make sure Peter paid for what he did." He said. Which was a really good question. Derek hated his uncle as much as anyone else did.

This was not the subject Stiles had thought they would be discussing, but here they were. Stiles moved to sit up so he could look at Scott while they talked, and Scott put down his book on the side table. "I want to talk to Malia. Tell her she has to tell someone what she knows. Maybe they can do something. Like, maybe there's new charges that would apply, and they'd have to try him again. I can't…. I've got some anger at her for not speaking up, too." He said, and Scott only gave a small nod. Stiles knew that Scott hated to have to be mad at anyone, especially one of their friends. Stiles brushed his hand through his hair and then Scott leaned out to kiss him.

The kiss got deeper, and Stiles pulled Scott onto him, Scott moving with him to straddle him. Melissa was on a really long shift, and then going out with Alan, and if Dusty was truly asleep, they were okay to do it down here. Stiles wrapped his arms around Scott's waist, and Scott kissed him deeper, his hands moving down Stiles' body and coming to the button on his jeans. His hand unbuttoned them, and he ran his hand along Stiles' cock through his underwear. Stiles moaned against his lips and Scott slipped his hand inside his underwear, and began to stroke him. Stiles' hands had slipped underneath Scott's sweatpants and was gripping his ass, one of his thumbs circling Scott's entrance.

Scott moaned against Stiles' mouth, and then they moved enough so they could get pants off. Scott hadn't been wearing a shirt anyway. They moved together, Scott moving down to take Stiles' cock in his mouth. He took him in as far as he could, humming around the shaft, letting his teeth get caught on a little, and Stiles' hand in his hair jerked on the curls that were growing in. Scott deepthroated him, using precum to cover his finger, which went to go and slide into Stiles' entrance. As he worked his finger inside Stiles, he tried to match his mouth's movements to his finger's. His finger wiggled around inside, and pushed up against Stiles' prostate. This was what Stiles was ready for, and he arched his hips and cried out, biting his lip.

Scott took this to mean that it was time for his hard cock. He lifted Stiles so his legs were on his shoulders, and then he slid into Stiles' entrance. They both gasped as he slid in, and it was already all the way to Stiles' prostate. Scott was very well endowed. He began to thrust his hips, and Stiles gasped as Scott filled him. Scott's fingers ran along Stiles' calves, and they both groaned. Scott was able to be more hands on now that he was in remission, and he began to move faster, his hips hitting Stiles' legs as he moved. Stiles gasped and arched his back again, and this is when he came, against himself and Scott. He knew Scott would lick him clean when he was done thrusting.

This turned out to be true about a minute later, Scott was coming with a loud gasp of Stiles' name and then moved to lick Stiles clean. "Thank God the couch is vinyl." He said with relief.

Stiles chuckled and then reached to wipe up a couple of places and tossed the napkins in the trashcan lined with a plastic bag by the couch. It was helpful when Steve brought them dead animals. Sometimes he did that. Speaking of Steve, he came bounding down from Dusty's room, Dusty following in a pair of boxer briefs and a tee shirt. "Oh fuck, sorry, D." Stiles said, as they hurried to get put back together. Stiles thought it was kind of hot though, almost being caught. Maybe they'd have to do it in a public bathroom sometime soon. They hadn't ever done it in public. Just at home. Stiles got put back together and he noticed that it was late, it was starting on 7 pm.

"We should think about dinner." Stiles said, and Scott and Dusty agreed.

"I can do Korean barbeque." Dusty said, to the surprise of his twin and brother in law. "One of my adoptive parents is Korean." He said, and they both just nodded. "I've already got what I need, I'll get to it. You guys just relax." Dusty told them, taking his vape into the kitchen with him. On nights when Melissa wasn't here, this is how things were done. They would all three be high and ordering food or cooking it. They always made sure to include Melissa if she was in need of it.

Scott moved to sit back down on the couch, Steve, who was huge now, jumped up on the couch next to him. "Hey, boy." Scott said, brushing his hands through Steve's hair. "Do you want to come to college with us?" He asked, wondering if they should, or leave him with Melissa. She would be losing all three of them at once, maybe Steve would make her feel less lonely. Even if she did have Deaton. Scott looked at Stiles. "I was thinking about Ma. Maybe we should leave Steve here with her. We can come and see him when we come back to visit. Ma is losing us all at once. Maybe Steve would help."

This is why Stiles loved Scott. He never thought of himself first. Ever. It was always someone else he was concerned about. "Well, yeah, but Mom works long hours. He'd get walked more if he came with us. And since we're not living on dorm property he's allowed. But I love that you're thinking about your mom." Stiles knew why Scott was worried about her. But he thought she was going to be just fine. She'd miss them, but she was ultimately going to be happy that they were finally off to college. Since it was way past the time for them to be there.

"Yeah, you're right." Scott said, and then looked towards the kitchen. Once he was sure that Dusty couldn't hear him, he turned back to his husband. "Dusty is way more fucked up over Isaac than he's saying." Scott told him. "We need to do something. I know we can't really talk to Isaac. Since he was only with Dusty because he's my twin." He said, and he wished that that weren't true. "And Dusty loves him. I don't know how he fell so fast, but he did. And now he's crushed because Isaac broke up with him." Even though that had been the right thing to do, to avoid getting Dusty hurt.

This was something that Stiles wasn't sure how they were going to help. "I know he's hurt, and you know that I hate that. But I don't think we can actually do anything about it. We can't talk to Isaac, and Dusty will be crushed even more if he knows that Isaac has feelings for you and not him." Stiles said. He didn't want to see him hurt anymore than Scott did. They were supposed to be going to college, and the drama was supposed to be over once you got out of high school. Although he had read all of the Sweet Valley books he could read, and they had had more drama in college too. So maybe it was possible.

"You have to just let it play out, bae, I don't think you can do anything for him but listen if he needs to talk." Stiles said, brushing his hand over his hair. He needed a trim. Going to college was going to be a great experience, and Stiles was so glad that they'd been able to keep their spots at UCLA. He knew it was because Scott had had cancer. You kind of can't say no to someone who had cancer. And after everything Scott had had to go through while having cancer, he really deserved to get to go.

He hated all of that as choices. Scott blew out a breath and continued to pet Steve, whose tail was wagging and hitting Stiles' side as he did it. Scott knew that Dusty wasn't looking forward to leaving for UCLA without something set in place with Isaac. But he also knew that Dusty was going to come with them anyway. Scott wanted him to want to be there. He had so much time to make up with Dusty. He was so mad at his father even more every time he thought about it. Which he tried not to do, because he didn't want to think about Rafe or what he had done.

It was all a hot mess, and Scott didn't know what to do about it. He hated when things were out of his control. Not in a selfish way. Just so that he could do something to help. It was all Scott had ever wanted, was to help. People, animals, anyone. Steve poked his head in Scott's lap, which meant he was hungry. Scott got up and Steve followed him closely as he headed for the pantry to get out the dog food. "How was your nap, D?" He asked, as he hefted the bag of dog food over to Steve's bowl.

"I slept good." Dusty said, he had, but he'd also had dreams about Rafe, and he hadn't wanted to. And Isaac. He knew that Isaac was just being scared, and he wished that he could do something to make it feel safe for him to come out of the closet. But Dusty didn't want to talk about it with Scott right now. He knew they were still dealing with the news about Peter Hale, and he wasn't trying to add to their stress. "Let's go to a movie tomorrow, or bowling." Dusty suggested, trying to keep the subject off his nap and anything to do with Isaac.

Knowing his twin was grasping at straws, Scott said, "Okay. Sure. We can do that." He would have to make sure he did as much reading as he could the day after, but he didn't mind. Scott liked reading more than he used to. "Hey, guess what. I'm going to write my Sherlock Holmes paper and say he was gay." Scott said, and Dusty looked at him. They both began to laugh. "I thought it's a good angle. I mean, he hates women, I know we're supposed to believe that he and Irene Adler are a thing, but they're so not. He can't stand her. The only person he likes is Watson. That can't be a coincidence." Scott kind of loved how hr was able to talk about this kind of thing now, he'd never really been into school until high school had almost been over. Now he could actually read and retain things.

"Dude, I totally agree." Dusty said, as he turned the pork he was cooking. There was also rice and chicken. The sauce he'd picked up at the grocery store. They had a Trader Joe's as well as a Ralph's. "He totes is in love with Watson. When John got married Sherlock was so upset. That was what I got when I read it." Dusty said, shrugging a shoulder. "If I was your teacher, you'd get an A." He said, and then got out three plates. "Dinner's done." He said, as Stiles came in.

Stiles got out three beers, since none of them were going anywhere, and Scott was rolling some joints at the kitchen table. Stiles filled the plates, and then he and Dusty joined Scott. "You are just determined to not be in pain." Stiles gently teased his husband, who blushed deeply. Scott was so shy, even when it came to good natured teasing. Stiles liked to tease him to see his red cheeks under his olive skin. Stiles loved that Scott was Latino. His skin was gorgeous. Especially when he was tanned.

They got down to eating, and Scott said, "Dusty, this is great." He was high within ten minutes, the stuff he got from the dispensary was really strong stuff. He had a script. Even though he'd never had trouble getting it before. He was looking forward to having Dusty with them when they went to college. At least they would always eat. Not that that was going to be an issue. They had plenty of money. It would help them be able to concentrate more on their studies. Scott tried to use the meal to focus on that instead of what he was going to do to help Dusty. Because Stiles was right, there wasn't anything they could do but be there for him. Which Scott wanted to do, he just wanted something that would actually help Dusty. He didn't think that he could do it and it killed him.

Watching his brother, Dusty knew that Scott was using his worrying time and doing it about himself. Dusty knew that he couldn't stop feeling guilty that Scott was worrying about him. He'd tried. He also knew that it wasn't his fault that Scott had to be worried. He honestly was trying to deal with the whole thing better. He had lost some weight from not eating, and he now had to wear a belt. Dusty had hoped no one noticed, since he wore a lot of shirts that he didn't tuck in. Dusty didn't know what to say to him, and he wished that he did. There wasn't anything to say that wasn't going to do anything but upset someone. There even wasn't much to say about Melissa and Deaton right now either.

"Thanks, Scott." Dusty said, belatedly for what Scott had said about the food. At least the silence wasn't tense.

Scott looked at him, and handed Dusty a joint. He'd gotten halfway through his own. He hit it and then devoured some chicken. "You are good with this sauce." He knew that Dusty made it from scratch, from him having cooked other Asian foods and barbeque before. Scott was impressed. He could do things like make tacos or Mexican pizza or do casseroles, but he hadn't ever been able to come up with his own sauce for anything and it taste good.

He looked at his husband. Stiles was done with his joint, he was eating, and looking at the class options at UCLA. Scott was so excited to go. Scott wanted to get the rest of his life started now that he knew he was going to have one. "Oh hey, has anyone heard from Allison or Lydia since they left town when I had my surgery?" Scott asked, glad that they had something else to talk about.

"Yeah, Lydia told me they got back to campus okay. But there's some drama going on with this other girl in Allison's dorm. She keeps trying to get to Allison about some archery thing." Stiles said, actually looking up to answer the question. "Lydia sounded like it was totally beneath her, and I know for a fact without her saying it that she's tired of Allison complaining about it." Stiles may not have been in love with Lydia like people had thought before Scott and Stiles had gotten together, but he did know her. He knew when she was trying to hide something. She got more prickly. More like what she would sound like at 70 years old in a nursing home.

Dusty reached for more pork and rice. "Yeah, I can't even imagine having to listen to a girl complain about what another girl is doing to her. I have nothing against girls. In fact, all of the girls you guys are friends with I like. But there was this girl back in NYC I was friends with, and it was always some kind of drama with this other girl Kenzie. It turns out, Mona, my friend, she was in lover with Kenzie and Kenzie was straight and didn't want anything from her. It was so crazy, they kept up at it for months." Dusty had been glad when Mona's family had moved elsewhere, because he hadn't been able to take her anymore. He'd done his best to try. He just couldn't handle the girl crazy.

"Let's hope that's not what is going on this time. Lydia is really jealous." Scott said, shaking his head. He liked learning more about Dusty's past. They were still getting into all of that. He was always eager to hear about Dusty's adventures in NYC. Scott hadn't gotten a lot of that until Rafe had left. And the woods around here had bears in them, so you had to be careful where you went when you were exploring. Scott had gotten poison ivy once, and it had been such hell. Three weeks during his summer before sixth grade.

But Stiles had come over every day, sitting with him, and they would watch tv or play as long as Scott's hands weren't able to scratch himself. Part of the reason that Scott loved him as much as he did.

Chuckling, Dusty said, "I have no problem believing that about her. She seemed mighty fierce when that girl nurse hit on Allison in Scott's recovery room." Dusty got up to go and get himself another beer, and brought one for his brother and Stiles as well, so no one would have to get up for a bit. Dusty took a bite of rice and chewed. "So, how soon do you want to start filling the apartment up with stuff? If we do it a bit early, you won't have to be worrying about getting stuff to the apartment while you've started classes."

"Got it covered. I hired movers." Stiles said, his gaze sliding back to the class magazine. He was looking for some interesting electives. He still had a few places where a class could be put. He wasn't really caring too much what went there as long as it wasn't going to be something that he would have to put a lot of work in. He was already studying forensics. Stiles didn't want his elective classes to be something that was too time consuming. And there was of course his relationship with his husband. That was going to have to be his top priority. Not that anything else had taken its place. Nothing ever had.

Stiles filled his plate again with the fried rice and some pork and chicken and then got to work on eating it. Scott and Dusty were talking about some of the craziest thing that any girl that they knew had done. Stiles was mostly remembering Lydia jumping that girl that had hit on Allison at the bowling alley. It had been quite a scene. And it had taken Scott, Stiles, Malia, and Alllison to get her off of the other girl. It had been one of the weirdest days of his life. Until more recent events, of course. He made a check mark next to a creative writing class, he decided he was going to take it. He could do some really great mysteries just by writing what had happened in Beacon Hills over the years.

After dinner was consumed and leftovers were put away, they all moved to the living room, dishwasher humming away. Stiles had finished with his elective choosing so he was helping Dusty come up with the rolling of the joints. Scott was back to Sherlock, and Stiles, while he thought Scott's idea of writing his paper was genius, he didn't think that it was going to get him an A. Or even a passing grade. It was kind of like the people who claimed Lincoln was gay. He wasn't. Not that Stiles was hating on those who thought that. He couldn't change what they thought. But that's what this was like. His professor was going to have a hard time accepting Scott's view point because it was such a famous character. Even if Stiles agreed that an argument could be made that Sherlock was gay. Or asexual. It was just going to be hard to get others to see it that way.

Scott was trying to be engrossed while Stiles and Dusty discussed different things while rolling the joints. Scott was having a hard time doing it. Now he was thinking about Rafe and what he had done. He had taken a baby from his mother. Scott's twin. And while it was kind of a good thing that Dusty hadn't had to know how Rafe had really been, it was also time they were never going to get back. He hated that, and he still hated Rafe for everything else he had done. And he'd just gotten to take the easy way out. He'd killed himself. Without having to deal with any persecution from what he had done to Scott. To Dusty and Melissa. It wasn't fair, and Scott tried not to think about it. But he couldn't. Not today. His eyes brushed with tears and he put down his book.

They consumed him, he curled into a ball on the couch, and Stiles ran for one of the tranquilizers Scott was still taking, and a glass of water. Scott buried his head in his arms, wishing that he didn't look so pathetic. Wishing he could handle this better. It was just so beyond unfair. He grasped onto Stiles as his husband gave him a pill and a cup of water. He took it, and tried to stop crying. "I just, Rafe. He's going to get away with everything." He said, and it still killed him. Saying that out loud. Yeah, he was dead, but no court of law was going to hear what he had done.

Stiles rubbed Scott's back. "Baby, I know. I can't tell you to calm down. But the pill will help you." He knew that Scott needed to talk to someone besides him. Stiles didn't want to pressure him though, he had to talk when he was ready. Stiles couldn't even begin to imagine what Scott felt. He knew some of it had to be that Scott had felt violated, and it was amazing that he'd never really freaked out when they were having sex before. Even during high school. They'd managed to hold off for two years after their first kiss, but no longer. But they hadn't been ready anyway. Stiles was just glad that it didn't seem to be an issue in that area. Not that he would hate Scott if he did. It wasn't his fault. It was that lame excuse for a sperm donor's fault.

"Take deep breaths, baby." Stiles told Scott, Dusty kind of frozen. He hadn't seen Scott freak out like this.

Dusty watched his brother curled in a ball and crying. It was awful. Dusty couldn't believe that Scott had been through what he had. He knew it didn't matter, because his feelings were still valid, but his whole mess with Isaac just felt like it didn't matter or paled in comparison to Scott's issues. Dusty couldn't imagine someone that you were supposed to trust could use and violate you that way. He didn't even want to think about it. And Scott had to know that that was in the back of his mind all the time. Rafe was their father, and he had done as much evil as he could. And Scott had nearly died when he was eight years old. How Melissa hadn't just killed him he would never know. He really hoped that they could do something better for him.

"Scooter, I'm sorry that you had to go through that. You have no idea." Dusty told him, touching his brother's shoulder. Stiles looked like he wanted to haul Scott up to bed. "Just try and relax, and smoking will help." Dusty told him. He met Stiles' eye. They were going to have a lot to deal with if Scott didn't calm down. And he hoped it would be soon. He hated that Scott was this in pain.

I can usually drink you off my mind
But I miss you tonight
I can normally push you right out of my heart
But I'm too tired to fight

Yeah the whole thing begins
And I let you sink into my veins
And I feel the pain like it's new
Everything that we were,
Everything that you said,
And everything that I did and that I couldn't do
Plays through tonight

Tonight your memory burns like a fire
With every one it grows higher and higher
I can't get over it, I just can't put out this love
I just sit in these flames and pray that you'll come back
Close my eyes tightly hold on and hope that I'm dreaming
Come wake me up

Author's note: So Merry Christmas! This was written mostly when I was baked, so yeah. I love writing when I'm high. Especially gayness. Not sure what will happen in the next chapter, but we'll see. Actual comments will be answered, hate or questions about making this canon will not be.