Author's Notes: I wanted to get some things out before the new season starts, so these are just some unrelated, stand alone drabbles I've accumulated. Some humor, some angst, lots of hurt/comfort. Most will contain Pack-ness, Sterek, Pre-Sterek, and Bromance of Scott and Stiles.

Stiles is around Kira and feels Void trying to take over to hurt her. He tries to get her and Scott away from him.

Summary: Stiles is terrified Void will hurt someone, will hurt Kira. But Scott's not leaving.

09 (Won't Run From You)

Stiles' breath seized in his chest. He didn't lurch forward, didn't panic, didn't give any outward sign anything was wrong.

Scott knew.

Scott's face fell as he turned from Kira to Stiles.

"Stiles?" he was reaching out toward his friend. "What's wrong? St-"

He stepped forward and Stiles stepped back so suddenly it had Scott's hands up in a placating gesture, like Stiles was a wild animal. Stiles supposed that wasn't far off.

"Get her away." He told, pleaded, at Scott. He could feel it. Something that wasn't him, but was; familiar and foreign, pacing the cage of his mind. "Ge-get Kira away from me."

Stiles needed Scott to run. He should have run a long time ago. As soon as he'd told him about the connection between himself and Barrow, the spaces of time he was missing. But Scott was...well, Scott. Loyal.

Stiles grit his teeth. This thing wasn't going to hurt them.

"Go!" Stiles' voice cracked, knees buckling, but he managed to stay standing.

Scott backed away, took Kira's arm and ushered her quickly out of the room with wide eyes. Their leaving sent of wave of relief through Stiles and broke something inside him all the same. Yes. He was dangerous. Kira and Scott had to get away. This thing inside him could- he could, he could-

Stiles keened, hands digging into his hair and pulling. 'Not them, not them, not him.' Stiles sagged, utterly spent, but didn't hit the ground as hard as he'd expected.

"...iles. It's alright. Stiles. C'mon, man. I got you."

Scott had his arms firmly in his grasp, lowering him more gently to the floor.

"Told you to run." Was that his voice? He sounded weak, exhausted.

Scott gave him this certain kind of concerned smirk and all Stiles could think was, 'I taught you that'.

"You told me to get Kira away." He shrugged, smartass. "I did. She's away." Stiles tried to laugh, but it was more of a hysterical sob. Scott bit his lip, trying to catch Stiles' eyes. "Stiles."

"It's- She can't-" He shook his head and pressed further away from Scott and into the wall. The anger, the presence in his mind at the perceived threat of another kitsune was receding, but he still felt, still knew.

He was losing his mind. He had to make Scott see. He grabbed at Scott's arm, surprising his friend at the force. He stared into eyes that should be alpha red at the danger, but weren't. "It doesn't like her."

"She's not here. Just me."

"No-" 'Get away. I could hurt you. You're an alpha and you should be stronger, but I know- I know I could hurt you and what the hell am I?'

"It's just us." Scott moved closer, prying Stiles' fingers away from his arm. Stiles watched the faint bruises fade almost instantly. The ones on his own arms, from his own fingers, didn't. Stiles could only be grateful.

'It can be hurt. It can die. I can protect them-' Scott's hand grasped the back of his neck, reassuring, trying to ground.

"Just us. Just like always."

Stiles geared up to fight in his own mind. Fight this thing back because he always would for Scott, but the presence was receding, no longer interested in taking over for now. Stiles was tired. He was so tired and he lurched forward, forehead to Scott's shoulder, wrists still clenched in Scott's hands at their side. He cried. He sobbed and he screamed. Like he hadn't since this began in his father's arms, since his mother's last breaths.

"Wh-what's-" 'What's happening to me?' he meant to say, but couldn't get the air to.

"You're you." Scott told him, like it was all that mattered. Stiles vaguely noticed that Scott had pulled him away from the wall at some point, trapped Stiles' arms between them; the hand at the back of his neck was keeping him from hitting his head against the concrete. He had a headache. "You're just you and we'll figure out the rest."

"Don't let me hurt anybody. Don't let- Don't let me..."

"I've got you. I've got you." Ignoring him maybe. Or just brushing over all the traitorous thoughts in Scott's head that told him he might not be able to fix Stiles this time. Scott would never believe that. He'd go down fighting for Stiles every time. It was what they did. "I've got you."

There was something damp in Stiles' hair where it was pressed to Scott's cheek. Stiles couldn't remember the last time Scott had cried like that.

Stiles shook harder. He couldn't breathe. There was copper in the back of his throat and he choked on it. His nose was bleeding again, soaking into the fabric on Scott' shoulder. It was so dark and he was so scared. He was tired and he didn't want to hurt anyone. He didn't want to hurt Scott.

Stiles just wanted it to end.

Scott held on tighter.