Author's Note: I thought this would be interesting so here's this bit. Kinda short but there's some serious Pack Mom Stiles. I own nothing.
The Glen Capris
If you were to ask Stiles what she was thinking when she stepped onto the gas her best friend had poured all over himself and the ground around him she would reply that it was none of your business. But Lydia and Alison knew the truth, because she hadn't been able to do anything but speak her mind when they'd found Scott clutching the road flare in his hand. They'd been looking for the road flares so they could snap Scott out of whatever fog had settled over all the wolves that were staying at the Glen Capris. They'd snapped Ethan out of it first, though that had taken Stiles wrestling a hand saw away from him and accidently shoving him into a running heater. Next was Boyd who'd tried to drown himself by setting a safe on his chest while he lay back in a bathtub full of water.
Stiles had summoned her power and burned his foot to shock him out of it, which it had done quite well. Lydia had found Isaac hiding under the bed and Stiles had coaxed him into her arms and burned him too, to shock him out of his own stupor. She'd never tell anyone that he'd been calling her mom as he tried to burry himself in her shirt. Jackson had been curled up on his bed sobbing about the police department and the bodies everywhere. If he hadn't been rooming with Scott, who had been nowhere to be seen, they would have had some serious explaining to do. Lydia kept him still so Stiles could burn him too and free him from his memories of being the Kanima. Erica had managed to lock herself in a closet and was wailing something about Gerard. Alison had waited outside for that one. Erica had latched onto Stiles in a very similar way to Isaac which had made shocking her out of whatever this was much easier. But Stiles was running low on energy at that point. She wasn't going to be able to burn Scott like she had the others she was already pretty close to passing out, hence the need for the road flares and the discovery of the boy she'd come to love as a brother standing next to the bus dripping in gas.
She had meant every word she'd said, she didn't really want to live in a world that didn't have her brother in it. If he was going to do this she was going with him. She could just see Lydia out of the corner of her eyes. The redhead had her hands clutched over her mouth and tears running down her face as Stiles carefully and slowly eased the flare out of Scott's hand. Once she had it in her own hand she threw it as far as she could and wrapped Scott in a hug. She didn't see the flare move on its own but she felt it as Lydia tackled her and Scott out of the pool of gas they were still standing in which went up in flames barely a millisecond after they landed on the safe dry asphalt. Stiles heard Erica scream from the balcony behind them. Stiles heard footsteps running towards them and felt Scott's arms tighten around her. He was shaking.
They were pulled to their feet by Isaac, Boyd, Erica and Jackson. The whole group just stood there, holding each other for a few minutes. Scott spoke first, well he wasn't really talking, he was mumbling apologies. Stiles shook her head and assured him that it wasn't his fault. Boyd and Isaac ushered them into their room and closed the door. Once Scott was fully back to himself they separated and both decided a shower was necessary.
Once all the gas was washed away they all decided that none of them were going to be able to sleep in these rooms, so they snuck onto the bus and Boyd and Erica immediately curled up together and began to snore slightly. Alison flopped down across from Scott, Lydia and Jackson took the seat across from Erica and Boyd. Stiles stumbled and felt Isaac wrap an arm around her to keep her standing. He pulled her into the seat behind Scott. The others all fell asleep easily enough exhausted by the events of the day and the night that had followed. Isaac buried his nose in Stiles' hair. She glanced up at him. He seemed to be doing what worried wolves did to pack leaders. But maybe werewolves worked differently. Stiles couldn't be sure. At least until Isaac spoke, his voice hushed.
"It was like I was back in the fridge." Stiles tensed and then wrapped her arms around him. She readjusted them so he was in her arms her hands playing gently with his curls. She would swear he was purring.
"I'm sorry Isaac." He cuddled closer to her and she began to quietly hum a lullaby she remembered her mother singing to her when she had nightmares. Soon Isaac was asleep in her lap. She smiled down at him slightly and tilted her head back against the window. It took her some time to fall asleep, it was never easy without her pillow but she managed it a few hours before Coach Finstock barged onto the bus looking for them.