Allison:
When she first started dating Scott, she hadn't liked Stiles; if only because she felt like she was at war with him for Scott's attention. The man had been romantic, and amazing… But every story began with "This one time Stiles and I…." Or even, "Stiles had this idea…." It seemed the moment there was an open silence Scott would be talking about Stiles.
But, when she discovered that her boyfriend was a wolf… She began to notice why stiles was in everything he said.
The boy was insane, and crazy loyal. He was the kid that ran around a school to help his friends send loving messages. He was the boy who carried his friend's inhaler long after he stopped needing it. Was the boy who bent over backwards to get her to laugh when she was upset.
He stopped being just Scott's friend and became hers too.
The thing about Stiles is that he makes you feel like you had always been his friend. Everything is so easy with him. The laughter, the sadness, the honesty. When talking to Stiles she always felt like she could tell him anything.
Before him she didn't think that boys and girls could ever really be, just friends. But he taught her differently. She saw the looks he gave Lydia and Scott. The look of someone who would do anything for that person. She saw love. She was surprised, that when she returned from her trip, she saw that look in his eyes directed at her.
Hearing Scott howl brought her to her knees and she shuffled close to Isaac, grateful for the arm that went around her.
How… How could he be gone? She had thought death could happen to any of them… But somehow, she never pictured this… Pictured his death…. It hurt… She turned her face into Isaac's side and cried harder.
It didn't seem real, for him to be gone…
Chris Argent:
When he was told that the beast could be anyone, he could honestly say he hadn't even thought of the boy in front of him.
The boy, who had been harmed by both wolves and hunters, yet was right there, helping and caring. The boy who had looked him in the eyes and told him he was wrong, who challenged him and the other hunters. One who knew what being outclassed was, but was strong enough never to be defeated, never to give in.
He thought it was slightly foolish at first, but he learned to admire such a thing. He saw what a good influence the young man was on his daughter. He didn't think a teenager could earn his respect the way Stiles did.
Because, he was not only brave in the face of danger, but he cared for his friends and would do almost anything to help them.
But, he had forgotten that this was in fact, just a boy. He shouldn't have had to be strong; he shouldn't have been involved at all. He wasn't a hunter, and he wasn't supernatural. He felt guilty because he didn't try harder to stop him…
The only thing that lessened the guilt was the thought that no matter what he said or did, that boy would never leave his friends behind.
There was also this soul consuming guilt that he felt at the relief that it wasn't his own girl laying there.
Peter Hale:
He had thought that Scott would have been the best beta. At first glance he was the one out of the pair that was worth anything… But as he continued to watch his new beta he noticed that the boy wouldn't have survived if it wasn't for Stiles.
Stiles was the brains, and had loyalty that was valued heavily amongst wolves.
But he saw more… He saw the will to do whatever it took to keep his loved ones safe.
While everyone tended to see Stiles as the innocent one, he knew it wasn't true.
Yes, the boy bent over backwards for the people he loved, but for those who held no space in his heart; he was merciless…. This was proven to him twice.
The first was when the young man had hurled a molotov cocktail at him with no hesitation.
The second was when Stiles had found out that Jackson was the Kanima. From what he gathered, there was no hesitation in the young man when he said to kill the other teen.
He had been for giving him to the hunters, or handing him over to Derek. He had seen a threat to the ones he loved, and he was willing to dirty his hands in order to get rid of it.
Scott may have always been the chosen one… But Stiles was the real hero.
There was a part of him that hated he wouldn't get to turn the boy, wouldn't get to watch him turn darker…
Scott's howl brought him back to reality. The tall male slowly backed away, before turning away from the emotional scene, already altering his plans to use this death to his advantage.
But as he walked away, he couldn't stop his hand from lifting and clenching onto his shirt right over his heart.
It would seem, that even someone as cold and dead inside as him, couldn't escape the power that the young human held.
Derek:
When? When had the boy become so much to him?
He remembered when he had first looked at the boy as more than just an annoyance. It was when he had climbed into his father's cruiser and threatened him. He reeked of fear, but there was a steadiness in his eyes that spoke of a strength beyond his years.
This was what caused him to search for the hyper human when he was shot with the wolfsbane bullet. The whole time the boy was sarcastic and complained loudly, but his scent went against his words.
His scent screamed of panic and worry.
It was somewhere between that and being held up for two hours in a pool, that he had allowed himself to actively care for the boy.
Staying in his home, arguing with him, throwing insults… Saving one another, being willing to die for each other…
He can't explain the pain he felt when they were in the hospital and Stiles threw his mistakes back in his face… It was actually when he realized the amount of power the younger male had over him.
But, he understood. Stiles loved his father above all, even more than Scott. To know that he might never see his father again…. He didn't like it, but he understood.
Stiles was never officially part of his pack, but that persistent foolishly brave boy had grown on him; had slipped through cracks in his walls without any real effort.
He owed the boy not only his life, but the life of his betas. He had rushed Erica to him when she was in danger, had stayed with her and Isaac during the Kanima interrogation, had even lead it. But most recently, he had saved his male betas of them in that hotel.
He didn't need to be thanked, didn't even expect for his deeds to be noticed. But he did it anyway.
When he had been forced to kill Boyd, he couldn't move, couldn't breathe. But Stiles' hand on his shoulder was able to bring him back. It offered him the only comfort he would accept. He had later dealt with his pain. The only warmth he felt was from that spot Stiles had held onto.
He had thought his reunion with Stiles would be amusing. He would allow the boy to say whatever jokes he had been saving up. He would then tell him to shut up, and threaten him. Stiles would try to speak up, but he would cut him off with a simple 'thank you.'
He could almost picture the way that jaw would drop and the boy would practically freeze, before energy came back to him tenfold. He would rather ask who he was and where the real Derek was, or he would start talking about how the world was going to end because he had actually thanked someone… The kid probably would have done both.
But, he would never get that. He would never hear him make a dog joke. Never be called Sour Wolf again. Never know what it was like to completely trust someone with his life… Never be able to thank him… Never be able to tell Stiles that he had lied. He trusted Stiles. He had since the time where the boy almost cut off his arm at his request.
Stiles may have never been his pack… But Stiles was his friend. He couldn't remember the last time he could honestly call someone that.
The tears had been dripping down his face. He had pressed his forehead to the ground, fist slamming into the ground. Why wasn't he strong enough to protect his only real friend?
He shouldn't have gotten close to him. He knew that he was bad luck. Everyone he cared for, everyone he let close, was always taken away.
Why did he think that Stiles was safe with him? Why did he think that maybe Stiles would be the one to prove him wrong? Why did he think that Stiles could show him how to move on?
He should have kept his distance, should have ignore his presence…
No matter how many should haves that passed through his mind, he couldn't help but selfishly remember every joke, every laugh.
Even though he was bad luck those moments with Stiles will be with him. If he could go back, he would do it all the same if it meant that he could still be close with Stiles. Even if it leads to the young man's death… He was too selfish not to have that hyperactive idiot by his side.
But, he did learn his lesson… He couldn't allow himself to care that way again… He would stay with Scott, protect his Alpha and the pack… But he would never get that close to another person. He wouldn't make that mistake again.
Hi! I know chapter one only got two reviews, but they made me reeealllyyy happy. Which is strange because writing this makes me sad.
Well, anyways. This was the second instalment of this depressing story. There will be one more. My most depressing and heart crushing one will be a chapter dedicated to two people. Sheriff Stilinski and Melissa McCall.
I want to try and have the chapter done and up before the new episode of Teen Wolf on Monday, but I make no promises.