A/N: Thanks for all of your patience guys!

Liam Stilinski-McCall

Part 2

"Uh Scott?" Hayden asked. Scott didn't looked up from Biology textbook in response but Hayden knew he had heard her. "There's a bloody child out in the hallway calling for you and Stiles."

"Bloody like the British swear word or bloody as in...blood?" Stiles asked. Hayden was going through a British phase, as most teenage girls did; she listened to One Direction, Olly Murs, insisted on drinking tea and all that jazz. She liked to use British phrases and colloquialism like 'mate', 'brill', and 'bloody hell.' It didn't help that Stiles found British accents very sexy. Not that he planned on dating her. Their friendship was strictly platonic as he thought of her as a sister, a British sister of course but a sister nonetheless. And he was gay so...ya.

"The second one mate. Bloody hell he looks awful." Hayden replied in a posh British accent. What can they say? She was a regular immature teenage girl.

Scott and Stiles exchanged looks and simultaneously ran out of the library and into the hallway where a distressed and, yes, bloody Liam was crying, more like wailing, and shouting for them. He was holding onto his arm with one hand while a teacher and two paramedics stood behind him.

When he spotted them he ran straight into Stiles and hugged him around his waist while crying into the older boys jeans.

"Liam?" Stiles cooed. He lifted his brother onto his hip and wiped tears off his bloody face. Scott turned towards the adults for answers.

"He was returning a lost ball to the gym during an 8th grade gym class when a volleyball pole that wasn't properly secured fell on him and his head was bashed into a wall. He held the ball in front of his face for protection but it just hurt him more. That's why his face is so bloody; he also has a broken nose and possibly a broken arm. We also want to give him a CT scan just for precaution as he might have a slight concussion. We'll get more details at the hospital." The teacher explained. "He refused to get into the ambulance until he saw his brothers and because of his condition..." the teacher let the sentence trail off, "and because he wasn't in an emergency situation we let him."

"Oh honey," Stiles kept cooing as he combed his fingers through Liam's hair. When the crying didn't cease Scott tentatively held out his arms. "Liam I'm passing you to Scotty okay?" When Liam didn't reply Stiles slowly and reluctantly handed Scott their little brother. Stiles didn't miss the way Scott's face broke out into a smile when Liam wrapped his good arm around Scott's neck. Scott cooed like Stiles had and bounced Liam in his arms a little. It did little to deter the crying though but you wouldn't have been able to tell from Scott's beaming face.

"Can we come to the hospital?" Stiles asked the teacher and paramedics.

"If you're under 18 you'll need your parents permission to miss school." The female paramedic replied. Her male partner was busy shining a light in Liam's face as Scott cuddled him to check for uneven pupils.

Stiles whipped out his phone and texted both of his parents:

From: Stiles

To: Daddy-o and Mama McCall

Liam injured. Going to BHMH now. Need 2 b signed out b/c under 18. Call office and explain so we can go. Liam wants us there, won't let leave or stop crying

He got a reply seconds later from his dad

Calling the office now. How bad is Liam? Did he get into a fight? Slow day, I'll put Clarke and Parish in charge and meet you guys there.

Stiles beamed up at the paramedic and said, "You better make room for two more passengers." He turned to his brothers to see how they were fairing. Liam was whipping from side to side in Scott's arms, trying to move away from the paramedic.

'The ambulance is outside. Meet us there once you have clearance." The female paramedic told Stiles. She motioned for her male partner and Scott to follow her to the from doors of the school where, in fact, a red ambulance was waiting with an empty gurney for Liam.

"Liam, I have to put you down so the paramedics can examine you." Scott urged once they reached the doors. Liam shook his head, which was resting against Scott's shoulder. "Li, we'll be right here the whole time. The paramedics are here to help you, they're nice people Li. They'll make you feel all better, just let me put you down." Again Liam shook his head and whimpered a bit. "Liam, I know I'm asking you but I can force you too, you know."

"You're being mean." Liam pouted. The male paramedic silently opened the front doors and Scott positioned himself right beside the gurney.

Scott sighed, "I'm sorry Liam but we hate to see you hurting so much when help is literally right in front of us." It was killing Scott that he couldn't take his brothers pain away because there were too many witnesses. In one fluid motion Scott lifted Liam onto the gurney and quickly, with the help of a paramedic, strapped a kicking and screaming Liam down. Liam gave Scott a scathing look of betrayal as a paramedic shined a light in his eyes to check for a concussion. He couldn't get a good result in the school with Liam in constant motion.

Scott sat down on the steps of the school and held his head in his hands as his brother screamed from the gurney.

"Hey," Stiles put a hand on Scott's shoulder. "It needed to be done."

"I know but I hate that it was me who had to do it," Scott sighed.

"If you two are coming with us, we need to go now," The female paramedic yelled. The teacher watched from afar as her charge was examined in the ambulance.

"You'd think they were torturing him." She muttered. Her comment was mute to those without supernatural hearing but Scott heard her loud and clear over Liam's screams. He sent her a scathing look as they came onto the ambulance and sat down beside Liam.

"Have a nice day ma'am." Stiles called out to her as the doors closed. "I hate that woman," He said as soon as he was hidden from her view. Scott cackled, Stiles had heard her. "I had her in 8th grade biology, remember? We got into an argument about amphibians and-"

"You shot frog guts at her." Scott recalled. Ms. Mercer had the displeasure of teaching Stiles during his early puberty years. Stiles was always trying to impress everyone and be as likeable as Scott, which caused him to sometimes, unintentionally, he went a little overboard.

"Unintentionally!" Stiles protested. "I unintentionally shot frog guts at her."

"Oh I see, your arm moved on its own."

"They call me Spazlinski for a reason Scott."

"Hey," Scott said, all the teasing from his voice left him. "You know I don't like you calling yourself that." Stiles shrugged.

"It got me out of trouble,"

"No it didn't. You got detention for a week and couldn't go on the field trip to the aquarium until you learnt to-" Scott mimicked their old principal, "respect all of God's creations!'"

"Ya but Ms. Mercer wanted me to have a months worth."

"Was it worth it though?"

"Hell ya!" Stiles gave Scott a smile and noggied him.

"Boys, your brother is getting restless, we may have to sedate him." The male paramedic told the boys in a calm voice as to not startle Liam and make him more anxious.

"Oh c'mon Liam." Scott grabbed Liam's hands and gave them a squeeze. "C'mon kid." Liam looked in Scott's direction but didn't say anything as more tears flowed down his red and blotchy face. "If you're sedated it'll just take longer until you can see mom and dad."

"Mommy?" Liam's voice cracked from his overexertion.

"Ya honey, mommy." Stiles ran his fingers through Liam's hair. "Now can you let these nice doctors do their jobs?" Liam took a deep breath in and slowly let it out.

"Okay," Liam sighed dejectedly.

"Okay?" Stiles was shocked, Liam wasn't usually this easy to compromise with.

"No needles though." Liam bargained. Stiles looked at the paramedic and just from their worried expressions he knew there would be a couple needles in Liam's near future. Possibly even an IV for dehydration.

"We'll see. If there are needles though you can just squeeze my hand kid. You're being so brave." Stiles kissed Liam on the forehead. "So brave."

The paramedics cautiously began to work on Liam again, waiting for him to freak out and scream. He didn't though. His small sweaty hand was clamped into Stiles' and his eyes were shut. Stiles hypothesized that he had tuckered himself out with all the crying and screaming. As a child, after Liam had had a particularly bad temper-tantrum he would always fall asleep for a few hours right away.

"Call mom," Stiles told Scott.

"Already on it." Scott replied, his phone to his ear.

Melissa met the ambulance when it arrived at the hospital and help load the gurney off of it and wheel it into a room. Once her baby was safely secured she began pumping Scott and Stiles for answers.

"I couldn't take his pain away," Scott choked once they told Melissa everything they knew. "The paramedics were there and I couldn't find a place where no one would see my veins and-."

"Scott," Melissa pulled her son into a hug. "No one here is blaming you."

"You didn't see the look he gave me when I had to strap him into a gurney." Scott said, wrapped his arms around his mother. Stiles excused himself to go to the vending machines, not wanting to intrude on a private moment.

"So he went into a little bit of shock. That's normal, kid." Melissa said, still hugging her son. "Hayden punched you in the face when she found out you were a Werewolf."

"But she's not 7 or my brother." Scott snapped.

"No, she isn't." Melissa held Scott's chin in her hands so he was forced to look at her. "But maybe having him as your brother is a bonus. He's loved you, and known you since he was born. He'll learn to love this other side of you too Scott."

"Do you promise?"

"A mother knows best."

"Hey, how's my brave little brother?" Stiles asked when he entered the room. Liam sniffled and gave Stiles a pathetic smile.

"Scott?" Liam joked. Scott's birthday was on October 6th (1) while Stiles' was earlier on April 8th effectively making him the older one.

"Well since you can joke I can guess you're feeling okay," Stiles said yet he still ran his hand across Liam's forehead. "Does this also mean you're okay with Scott too?" Stiles wanted to punch himself in the face for inquiring. It might've been too soon.

Liam shrugged.

Stiles sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. "Kid, he doesn't hurt people, okay? Do you know what 'Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger leurs-même' means?"

"No, I'm not fluent in French, you know that." Liam said sounding peeved. He crossed his arms and sent Stiles an adorable little pout. Of course he wasn't trying to be adorable but when a 7 year old pouts at you, it's about as threatening as a newborn kitten.

Stiles chuckled. "It means we protect those who cannot protect themselves."

"You guys taught me karate..." Liam pouted. Stiles laughed.

"We really had no idea what we were doing." Stiles admitted.

"Oh so lying to me isn't new." Man can this kid hold a grudge, Stiles thought.

Stiles let out an exaggerated sigh. "Kid, please just listen to Scott. For a minute, just let him explain."

"WAIT! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Scott sheepishly entered the room and closed and locked the door despite Liam's screams. Liam was wrestling with the IV's attached to his arm and the heart rate monitor on his bare chest. "STILES! TRAITOR!"

"Li-Li, calm down." Scott put his hands on Liam's jerking shoulder but Liam pulled away. "Okay, okay I won't touch you." Scott put his hands in the air to prove his point, while Liam continued to struggle to get lose. "However, you do know that if you get out of those it'll just have to go right back in." Liam whimpered but stopped tugging.

Scott sighed and messed with his hair before taking a seat in Stiles' old chair by the bed. He put his head in his hands as he debated how to start.

Malia had suggested being blunt and straightforward and while most of the time it would've been inappropriate. Scott didn't want to dance around the big elephant in the room any longer.

"Liam," Scott took a deep breath. "I'm not asking you to accept me. I'm asking you to listen. Can you do that?" Liam mutely nodded. "Okay, so as you're aware I'm a werewolf, an alpha actually, and my pack, my friends, are here to protect everyone in Beacon Hills."

"Like Superman?"

"Ya, kind of."

"Do you have a kryptonite?"

"Wolfsbane, it's a type of flower, and if I'm stabbed with something silver." Even without the heart monitor beside him, Scott could hear Liam's heart rate speed up a little. "Hey Liam, I'm okay. I heal really quickly, I'm okay."

"I wasn't worried."

Scott shot Liam his famous half smile, "alright."

"I'm not," the seven year old pouted. "I just want to get out of here. STILES!"

"We both know he won't release us until this situation is resolved."

"What situation? You're a supernatural creature, you both lied to me all my life basically and that's it. There's nothing left to discuss." Liam turned his head away from Scott and looked out the large window on the side of his room. The sun was setting outside and the sky was a delicate orange hue.

"Liam-" Scott sad trying to spark up some more conversation.

"Is that a breeze?" Liam asked. "It had to be since there's no one else here with me." Scott sighed.

"Liam that's so immature-"

There was a crash and scream outside the room and the lock jiggled until Stiles swung it open. "Scott, we need you!"

Scott shot Liam a look that silently told him 'we're not done yet' before following Stiles out the door.

He heard a scuffle in the hallway and someone slamming into a wall. He even heard Mellissa tell Scott to go get 'that son of a bitch' and a terrifying growl Liam slowly identified as Scott's.

Hearing his mother scream had jarred him so he carefully took out all the wires and needles and hobbled into the hallway.

He heard a low growl and when he turned around there was a creature, obviously supernatural, with sharp teeth and blood covering his whole body.

He did what any other person would've done. He screamed.

"You-you-" Liam was lying in a crumpled heap on the roof of the hospital. The Wendigo had taken him up there with the intent to eat him before Scott and Stiles intercepted.

"It's okay Liam." Scott replied. "He's gone, it's all okay." Scott didn't mention that the Wendigo now lay dead on the sidewalk around the outside of the hospital as Stiles had pushed him over the edge. Sometimes it was okay to emit small details and the brothers could only handle one traumatizing event at a time.

"You saved me. What was that-that-that creature?"

"A wendigo. He eats people." Scott said bluntly.

"Have you and your friends been doing stuff like this all the time? Battling supernatural people and stuff? " Liam choked.

"Ya, kind of."

"Wow. How are you all still alive? Was Allison-?" When Stiles heard Scott's sharp intake of breath he knew he had to step in.

"C'mon, let's go back inside and have Melissa check you over. I think some of your stitches came undone." Stiles wrapped his arm around Liam and they walked back inside the hospital as Scott collected himself.

"He really is like Superman, Stiles! Can he fly?" Stiles had to push Liam in front of him as he re-opened the door that led to the roof. Melissa and his father were waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs.

Stiles laughed, "oh kid."

"I'm being serious." Liam said.

"I know. We'll tell you all about it." Stiles greeted Melissa and handed Liam off to her. "After you're checked over." As Melissa wrapped Liam up in a blanket and walked towards the door that separated the roof's stairs from the rest of the hospital, the Sheriff turned to face Stiles.

"Where's your other half?"

"Scott's still up there. Liam asked some questions-" Stiles choked. "Some questions about Allison, or started to but I-he's upstairs collecting himself dad."

"Oh Stiles, this hasn't been easy on your either huh?" The sheriff pulled Stiles in for a hug.

"No," Stiles replied as he let the smells of his father; old cologne, laundry detergent, and coffee, comfort him.

"You're a great son," The sheriff said, his arms still around his biological son. "I don't tell you that enough."

Stiles laughed and took a deep but stuttered breath as he tried to collect his tears. "You tell me it plenty dad. Don't go all sentimental on me." Stiles patted his father on the back and stepped out of the hug. "Only one of us gets to be the emotional wreck in this relationship, that's how it works."

The Sheriff let out a barking laugh, "Which one of us is the emotional wreck?"

"You," The father and son said in unison. Stiles gave his father a half smile and glanced back behind him at the still closed door. "I'm going to go check on him. You should go see Liam."

"Stay safe."

"I always do."

The sheriff laughed again. "We need to have a discussion about the definition of safe."

Stiles laughed as he climbed back up the stairs. "What do you define it as?"

"Being aware of your delicate self-being and not taking any risks. What do you define it as?"

Stiles turned around and smirked. "A place to keep your money hidden. Usually paired with a lock."

"I walked right into that one." The Sheriff mumbled. "Smart ass."

Stiles laughed as his father pushed open the door that separated the roof's stairwell from the rest of the hospital.

"Bye dad, love you."

"Love you too Stiles. Even if you are a pain in my-." The sheriff yelled back as the door finally shut between them, cutting him off mid-sentence

"And then he pulled me off the ledge and-"

"Liam," Melissa chuckled softly as she moved some of his hair off his sweaty forehead. "I get that today's been an exciting day but you have to go to sleep honey."

Liam pouted, "all right mommy. Can I at least say goodnight to them? Are they still here?"

"They never left sweetie." Melissa sent him a kind smile and dimmed the lights. "Just wait here and I'll go and get them." Liam smiled and nodded with his eyes half closed. Sleep was seriously weighing heavy on him but he refused to succumb to the dreams that his body tirelessly wanted until he saw his big brothers. Liam was being kept in the hospital for the night, as only Melissa and Dr. Dunbar, a surgeon, knew the truth about the supernatural. Melissa would get him taken out tomorrow morning.

When Scott and Stiles finally arrived Liam was snoring softly with only his heart monitor attached to his bruised body. His heart was beating soundly with no peaks of anxiety. The doctors had clearly deemed Liam able enough to be without an IV and other medical assistance.

"Well, that was a nightmare." Scott sighed. The quiet pitter patter, at least to Stiles' human ears, of raindrops falling outside were the only sound that could be heard except for the beeps from the heart machine.

"Ya, but at least he's comfortable with werewolves. Now all we have to worry about is guys without mouths killing people. Easy stuff."

As if the universe had a twisted sense of irony, Liam's heart rate sped up and he began moaning and twisting in his sleep, clearly in a deep and frightening nightmare.

Scott and Stiles went on either side of Liam's bed and tried to wake the sleeping child.

"Liam," Scott shook the kid.

Shaun, the Wendigo, held Liam upside down over the side of the ledge. The Derek Hale look a like wolf Liam had seen with blue eyes was there too, fully transformed. He was laughing with pleasure while Stiles lay dead on the ground bellow Liam.

"SCOTT!" Liam yelled, flailing uselessly as Shaun let go of one of his legs.

"Don't even bother Li," the wolf sneered. "No one-Liam wake up-will help you. You're all alone, as you should be."

"You also smell delicious." Shaun licked his lips and took a bite out of Liam's ankle. Hot pain shot up his leg and brought tears to Liam's eyes.

"LET GO OF ME YOU MONSTER!" Liam cried. Out of no where Scott leaped at the Windigo but Shaun shoved him off the ledge to his ultimate death.

"NO!" Liam shouted. Liam, c'mon kiddo

He landed with a loud, gross, wet splat and he felt his spine break in half. His eye sight became blindingly white and his body was overcome with so much pain that he felt as if he was on fire. He screamed in terror, fright, and pain but no one came to save him.

He woke up to loud beeping and his brother's soft spoken words.

"Hey, shh kid." Stiles pulled Liam into a hug. It was uncomfortable because there was a metal barrier between them that was there to prevent Liam from falling out of bed.

"I was sooo-" Liam's voice cracked, "scared." He shivered a bit and Stiles ran his hand up and down Liam's arm. Scott took a step back, understanding that Liam wanted Stiles to comfort him. He awkwardly shoved his hands in his pocket and tried not to feel jealous of his best friend/brother comforting their little brother.

"S-S-S-Stiles?"

"Ya kiddo?"

"W-Where's S-S-Scotty?" Liam sniffled trying to contain his growing anxiety. "I-I-I wants him!" When Liam got really upset or tired he tended to forget his grammar. That was how Stiles knew that Liam was just terrified out of his wits and he wasn't angry with Scott anymore.

Scott perked up and crawled onto Liam's bed. "I'm right here bud." Liam practically pounced on Scott and wrapped his arms around his big brothers neck and sobbed into his chest.

Scott sent Stiles a thumbs up behind Liam's back. When Scott made to end the hug Liam brought him right back in. "S-s-stay with me?"

"As long as I can, Li." Scott whispered into Liam's hair.

"Thank you." Liam said as he practically melted into Scott's embrace.

When Melissa unlocked Liam's door in the morning she saw Scott and Stiles draped over Liam's bed with the younger boy snuggled in between them. She smiled as she sipped her coffee from the cafe downstairs.

All was right in the McCall-Stilinski household again.

Epilogue

After a tough full moon, when a tired Scott and Stiles came home from the woods, they found milk and cookies waiting for them on the kitchen table and a crayon sprawled note wishing them a good night. As they sat down and ate the chocolate chip cookies they shared smirking glances at each other when they saw Liam lying dead asleep on the family room coach, clearly having waited for them to come home until he fell asleep.

"You got him?"

"Ya," Scott chuckled. He lifted Liam into his arms and sprinted up the stairs with Stiles by his side, just as it always should be. Them carrying Liam and the brothers protecting one another, side by side, equally.

A/N: Please read and review

(1) there's a debate whether its Oct. 6th or September 16th so I just picked one