A/N: This might just be a two-shot. I really haven't decided.
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Two:
No one called or tried to get in touch with me for days. I tried not to dwell on it. True to his word, Peter didn't leave, at least while my dad wasn't home. He was just here. I don't know if he'll ever know how much he has helped me by just being here, but I know that I couldn't have gotten through this without him.
I feel so completely worthless and broken down… I don't even know how to get through the day alone, anymore. That scares me. It scares me that this has become my normal. It scares me that I can't compose myself enough to just be anything, right now. I feel like I've given all that I can give and more and now I just have nothing left.
I was always there to help. That was my job. When the pack needed something, they came to me. When I needed something, I had to find a way to just deal with it. They took everything I had and left me empty and used. They still expect me to do everything to save everyone else and save the day and I just can't.
"What the hell?! Get away from him!" I jerked away and saw Scott screaming at Peter and Peter growling at Scott and holding me protectively.
"Scott, stop!" I yelled. I looked at him, incredulously. Scott just took a step closer. Derek climbed in through my bedroom window and just stared at the situation.
"I told you to get away from him." Scott yelled, again. Peter was ready to pounce, I felt him tense up. I placed a hand over his arm. He looked down at me and visibly calmed down. His eyes were still blazing an electric blue.
"Scott, don't." Derek warned him. He was sniffing the air in the room. "Why do you smell that way –?"Derek started to ask, but looked like he answered his own question. "You've been gone all week, Peter."
"Someone had to take care of him. It's obvious that none of you were. He took a beating for you and none of you cared to notice. He's only human, in case you forgotten. It's funny that no one ever tried to see if he was alright, until they needed something." Peter growled. I kept my mouth shut. I just leaned into Peter. He nuzzled the top of my head and I felt some of my anxiety dissipate.
"Buddy, you know we didn't mean anything by it. Things have just been so crazy and Allison needed me." Scott half-apologized.
"How many times have you foregone Stiles, because of Allison?" Peter asked Scott, thoughtfully. Scott looked down and scratched his head. "You don't deserve him." He added. Scott opened his mouth to argue.
"Hey! He's my best friend. Since when do you think you know what's best for him, anyway?!"
"Since I had the sense to notice that he was in so much pain that he couldn't function." Peter replied in an icy tone. Scott stopped talking right away and just stared at me. I sniffled and tried to focus on anything but my burning eyes and the tears building up. Peter shushed me and kissed my forehead. "It's alright, sweetheart."
"Seriously?" Scott gaped. Derek glared at him, this time.
"He's his mate, Scott. Get over it. Peter isn't wrong… As much as I hate to admit it. We all take Stiles for granted. It's not fair, especially to him. Someone can only take so much, before they are pushed over the edge. He needs time and we're going to give it to him. I'm still the alpha, Scott. I may not be your alpha, but if you bother Stiles, before he's ready, you won't just have Peter to deal with. Am I clear?" Derek directed to him. Scott nodded.
"Was it really that bad?" Scott asked Peter in a low voice, like I wasn't even sitting right here.
"Few things scare me, Scott, but seeing Stiles in that much pain did. I have never seen someone suffering so much, without physical injury." Peter whispered. The gravity of his words seemed to end all discussion of the subject for everyone. I didn't know how I felt about any of this or if Scott was really going to respect what they said. I just hoped that he would. There's no way that I would be any help to anyone, right now.
"I – I'm sorry." Scott mumbled, before leaving. Derek just stared us, unsure of what to say.
"We all are." He told me, before leaving, too. I was left with Peter in my room, the way that I liked it. I waited until they were long gone, before I was brave enough to let my tears fall. Peter just held me and let me cry.
"I won't ever leave you, Stiles. I promise you that." Peter promised, as he wiped away my tears. He leaned down and captured my lips with his in a tentative kiss. He leaned his forehead against mine. "We'll build you back up and you'll become a stronger man, because of this. I have faith in you."
"You do?" I asked, in awe of his words.
"I always have."
