"This is all your fault, Scott." Stiles complains, his feet aching.
"How is this my fault? You're the one who wanted me to go to this stupid party!" Scott throws his hands up in the air.
"You wanted to go! You said you wanted to go! And it's your fault because you won't let me teleport us."
"I get sick when you do that and it drains you, so don't go blaming that all on me. Your mom said you should only use it for emergencies because you don't have a tether." Scott calls defensively.
"Well excuse me, princess. Not everyone can tether themselves to the first person they see."
"Look, I'm just saying that it would be stupid for you to teleport us. What if something bad happens? Then you're stuck with like half power. Not even."
"It does not drain me that much." Stiles pouts.
"I'm just glad we're headed back to Beacon Hills instead of continuing on to that party."
"Well my baby broke down, there's no way we'd be able to get back after words." Stiles pouts. He'd really been looking forward to that party, too.
"How about we have an AC play-through this weekend instead of the party?" Scott asks, trying to salvage their off time together.
"Yeah that sounds good to me."
Stiles groans, wishing they weren't so damn far from his Jeep or the city.
Or that he could get freakin' reception in these damn hills.
After hearing a noise in the woods to his left, Stiles stops walking. Scott continues for a few steps before stopping and turning around to look at his best friend.
"Stiles?"
Stiles brings a hand up to silence Scott. He doesn't hear anything against after that, so he takes a step towards Scott. Just then, a shadow burst from the trees and tackles Scott onto the sidewalk. Stiles reacts instantly, sending out his light to throw the large form off of Scott. It hits the thing directly, sending it crashing into the trees with more than necessary force.
"Scott?! Are you okay?" He calls, running over to his best friend.
Scott is curled up just off the road with his back to Stiles. He's running down the gentle slope and is almost by his friends' side when he's grabbed by the hood of his jacket. He's thrown off of his feet and he's disoriented for a second before righting himself in the air. Stiles lands on his feet in a crouch and turns around to see a large Wolf like creature with glowing red eyes looming over Scott.
Stiles' stomach drops and he's moving into action before he can fully come up with a plan. He just knows he has to get Scott out of here before it bites either of them.
He runs as fast as he can – which is pretty fast – towards the Werewolf. When he reaches it, he jumps, using his weight – and his powers, he might be cheating a bit – to send the thing sailing through the air and eventually a tree or two.
Deciding not to risk it, Stiles lays out a large ring of Mountain Ash around him and Scott. Once he's sure the ring is solid and the Alpha isn't going to get through the barrier, Stiles kneels down to check Scott, who looks like he's in a lot of pain.
"Scott! Scott, move your hands, you have to let me see." Scott shakes his head and Stiles notices how badly he's shaking and there are tears pouring down his face.
"Scott, come on, man you're scaring me." Stiles manages to pry Scott's hands away only to wish he hadn't.
Scott's abdomen is slashed open so badly that his skin there is nearly nonexistent and blood is seeping out of him and onto the floor. Stiles quickly tries to apply pressure, knowing it isn't going to do a damn thing. His only choice is to teleport them out of here, but the Mountain Ash messes his targeting up.
And then, of course, does he take him to the hospital or the Hale house?
Hospital, obviously. But how is he going to get him there by teleporting without bringing attention to the fact that he, you know, TELEPORTED them in.
Stiles knows Scott's going to bleed out on him if he doesn't react quickly, and he knows that he won't make it through Scott dying a second time.
Quickly making up his mind, he throws one of Scotts' arms around his shoulders and wraps his arms around Scott's stomach, remembering to keep pressure on the wound. Stiles stands them both up and he looks around for the Alpha that attacked them.
His first thought is Peter, but he's got no reason to attack Scott and in this universe he's not an Alpha.
Stiles doesn't see it anywhere nearby, so he reaches out with his foot to rest by the circle of Mountain Ash. He pulls in his light, concentrating hard on himself and Scott who is still bleeding in his arms.
Stiles breaks the line of Mountain Ash and he's teleporting the two of them right outside Beacon Hills Hospital. He manages to land them in a camera's blind spot next to the main doors.
Using what little strength he has left, he lifts Scott – who is unconscious now – into his arms and runs into the ER yelling for help.
"SOMEONE, HELP!" He yells, catching the attention of three different nurses.
Stiles doesn't remember them calling for a gurney, but soon enough they're pulling Scott from his arms and placing him onto it. As they whisk Scott away, he's forcibly turned around to face a panicked looking Melissa.
"Stiles, are you okay?" Stiles nods, his hands moving to run through his hair, but Melissa catches them with her own.
"What happened?" She asks, looking down the hallway that the nurses had carted Scott off to.
Stiles stumbles over his words for a few seconds, remembering the Alpha.
"I have to go talk to my mom and Talia." He's glad he's not going to have to explain Werewolves and supernatural beings to Melissa. They'd had to explain that a long time ago, when Stiles was going through puberty – again – and he'd been practicing with his powers in the backyard when Melissa had caught him. She'd been really freaked out, but she hadn't outright rejected him. After a while and a bit of explaining, Melissa knew everything about Stiles – and a bit about supernatural beings in general – and his other life. He hadn't felt right revealing anyone else's status but she was smart and had made the connection to his mother and Talia in almost no time at all.
"Is he going to die?" Melissa asks, looking more scared than Stiles has ever seen her.
"It was a lot worse, but I think I got most the internal stuff. I got what I could, I swear, but I'm running on less than half power right now."
"I trust that you did, but Stiles…are you okay?" She asks, tightening her grip on his wrists.
"Yeah, it didn't get me. Why?"
Melissa licks her lips, quickly glancing down.
"Stiles, sweetie, you need to come with me first." She nods as she speaks and starts leading him towards one of the nurse's staff rooms where they clean themselves up.
Melissa starts getting everything he'd need to clean himself up ready. He goes to take off his jacket when he sees it.
All of Scott's blood on his hands.
It's up to his elbows and parts of it are starting to dry and flake and Stiles' heart can't seem to decide if it wants to stop or jump out of his throat. He darts forward, throwing his arms under the too hot running water and he starts scrubbing viciously at his arms.
"No, no, no, please, god, not again, please, fuck -" He stops to quickly rip his jacket off before throwing his arms under the flowing water to try and get Scott's blood off of himself.
Another nurse comes inside and Melissa goes to talk to her.
Stiles can't breathe and he knows he's having a panic attack, but all he needs to do right now is get the sticky red liquid off of him. Like right now. Right this second. Oh god, it's not coming off.
He starts rocking back and forth where he's standing as he scrubs violently at his hands and arms.
Stiles doesn't know how long it takes him to get all of Scott's blood off of him, but he stands there scrubbing himself for an hour after that. He only stops when Melissa comes back, looking exhausted and scared.
Stiles turns off the water and shakily grabs the towel she'd put out before.
"They say he might not make it. The animal that attacked you nicked some of his internal organs and they've done what they could. Was it an animal, Stiles?"
"No."
"Was it a -"
"Yeah."
"Is there a chance that…that he'll turn and live through this?"
"I don't know. I tried to look at the wound but I freaked out when I saw all the blood." Stiles picks up his bloody jacket and sighs, wishing he had access to another one.
"Okay, then. I'm going to stay with him. Are you still going to talk to Talia and your mom?"
"Yeah. They need to know that there's a rogue Alpha in the area."
"I'll call you if anything changes. You still have your phone?"
Stiles reaches into his jeans and checks that his phone is still charged and working.
"Yeah. Uh…if he does wake up…tell him I'm sorry?"
"You can tell him yourself when he wakes up." Melissa smiles, trying to act confident.
Stiles nods and closes his eyes, trying to conjure up what little light he has left. After his last teleport from such a long distance and healing Scott – and his panic attack tiring him – he can't even summon enough light to get him to the front Lobby.
He opens his eyes to see Melissa holding up her keys, "You're the best, Mama McCall."
He'd taken to calling her that when referring to her in this world. She's like a second mother to him – in this world and the last – and he loves her so much.
He grabs the keys and quickly hugs her tightly. He starts to run away when he remembers about the police and he slides to a halt.
"What are we going to tell the police?" He rounds to Melissa.
"I'm not lying to your father, Stiles. We're telling him the truth, you and Scott were attacked and you brought him here. You were exhausted so I sent you home. He knows where to find you."
Stiles nods, glad that he doesn't have to outright lie to his father.
"Thanks again."
He rushes out of the hospital before rushing over to Melissa's car and driving as quickly – and legally – as he can to the Hale house where he knows his Mother is.