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focusscottfocus (focusscottfocus) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2014-02-05 08:23:00

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scott mccall, stiles stilinski

Scott Mccall & Stiles Stilinski
Trying to keep his best friend sane in the middle of crazybrainthings.
Tuesday evening, February 4, 2014, after this; Super 8 just outside Lawrence, Room 123
TBD (expect dark themes!)/In progress

To put it simply, Scott was worried about Stiles.

There was a lot going on lately and Scott had only just recently been clued in on it all. He didn't blame his best friend for not telling him sooner, for trying to save him from even having to deal with it. Scott knew if their roles were reverse and Stiles was from before the ritual and he was in the midde of losing his mind? He would've tried to find a way to fix it without involving Stiles, too. To save his best friend from having to watch him spiral down and out like that. And he knew that was Stiles' own general train of thought on not divulging it all to him sooner.

But understanding his reasoning didn't make Scott feel any better about the whole sitation. To put it simply, Scott was worried about Stiles. But he had managed to talk him into seeing him and Scott was going to take that as a win. He would work on convincing Stiles to let him stay later. For now, the fact that he was letting him see him was enough.

Scott found the motel easily enough and made his way to the room number Stiles had told him he was in. Not until he raised his hand to knock on the door did Scott even consider that maybe Stiles had given him the wrong motel, or the wrong room. As he waited for the door to be answered, Scott just hoped that momentary second of doubt was wrong.

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runswithwolves
2014-02-05 03:16 am UTC (link)

Stiles had made exactly two stops before using what little money he had to check into the Super 8 that morning. He'd stopped at the library and checked out every single book they had on Japanese mythology and on human possession. It had nearly broken his back to carry the sacks of books out of the library and down the street to the coffee stand, where he'd ordered the largest cup of coffee they sold. Then he'd taken a cab to the outer limits of the city.

As much as he hated putting any distance between himself and the others, it had felt like the best thing he could do for them at the time. He was possessed. Who knew what the Nogitsune had already done that he wasn't aware about? Had he already been the cause of someone's death here? He didn't know because he hadn't been reading the local paper, hadn't been paying attention to that.

He'd holed up in the room, which frankly was worse than the room at the Glen Capris had been. That thought had brought back a slew of gut-wrenching memories of rushing around trying to save Boyd, and Ethan and Isaac and finally, Scott. It was one of the worst nights in Stiles' life. One he still had nightmares about on a regular basis. He'd spent the day pouring over books and his laptop, cross referencing and making notes. He'd tacked up pictures and note cards all over the walls, like his walls at home, only bigger. He didn't have string yet, but he'd fully planned to make a trip to the store and buy some for that purpose.

And then he'd gotten the message from Scott. He'd been pacing the floor since he'd admitted to his best friend where he was, and he was already regretting his decision because he was also terrified he was going to hurt Scott. The one person other than his dad who'd always been there when he'd needed him. The one person he'd always been able to count on. It was stupid and he hated himself for the moment of weakness. He could count on one hand the number of times he'd been able to say no to his best friend, his brother, in their entire lives.

And maybe it was the lack of sleep and the massive anxiety and the astounding amount of fear that was plaguing him that had broken him down to the point that he'd given in and written Scott's safety off as less important than his own weakness. He heard the knock on the door and shut his eyes, rubbing his hands over his face tiredly.

This, as plans went, was a terrible, terrible idea. But he moved forward toward the door, hesitating a moment longer before opening it, his heart beating too fast from the extra Adderall and the caffeine he'd been consuming.

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focusscottfocus
2014-02-05 03:54 am UTC (link)

The waiting was actually nearly maddening and Scott was starting to think maybe he was right and Stiles had actually lied about his true whereabouts. But then he heard movement on the other side of the door and the next thing, his best friend was standing in the doorway. "Hey," he murmured softly, giving a slight smile to the very obviously wrecked sight of his best friend. "Can I come in?"

Stiles looked like hell, it was obvious he hadn't been sleeping and it was evident that it was all catching up to him now. So many things about this situation were worrisome and Scott just kept hoping that sooner rather than later, it would all be over. Caroline was supposed to try her vampire mind trickery on Stiles at some point and that was their best shot for now. If it didn't work, though? Scott was prepared to ask anyone and everyone he could for help. One way or another, this would be fixed. He wouldn't lose his best friend to this.

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runswithwolves
2014-02-05 04:25 am UTC (link)

Stiles stepped aside without a word, slowly closing the door once Scott had stepped inside. He didn't bother locking it because if by chance he happened to be taken over while Scott was actually there, Stiles wanted his friend to be able to have a quick exit. He just hoped he wouldn't need it. He hoped he could convince Scott to leave him there to his research, to go back to Allison and look out for Lydia. The thought of Lydia made his chest tighten painfully as he recalled how she'd begged him not to go the night before. As tears had streamed down her beautiful face.

Fate really was a cruel mistress. Not only was he apparently destined to not be with the woman he loved, but it turned out he was going to apparently become the villain of his best friend's story. He wasn't sure which one was more painful because they both hurt too much to contemplate for very long.

"You really shouldn't be here, Scott," he said tiredly. "You know that, right?" He knew that Lydia had filled his best friend in on things that had happened in their show the night before, but how much, Stiles wasn't certain.

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focusscottfocus
2014-02-05 02:52 pm UTC (link)

Scott stepped inside and glanced around. The little motel room was already looking like Stiles' room back home, all of his research strewn about the room, pinned on walls, books stacked haphazardly around. But there was a certain touch to it all that was even more scattered than his usual explosion of research and that was the part that had Scott worried.

"I don't care if I should be or not, Stiles. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. I'm not gonna let you go at this alone." There was nothing about his tone that left room for negotiations. It was just a fact. It was happening, whether Stiles wanted it to or not. Deciding to steer the conversation in a slightly more productive direction, Scott asks, "So...what kind of stuff have you found?" he motioned to the mass of papers and notes.

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runswithwolves
2014-02-05 07:08 pm UTC (link)

He could tell by the expression on Scott's face that he was more than a little worried as he looked around. Stiles was aware that his research methods were more disorganized than normal, that nothing was in order. Back home, as strung out as his research tended to be, there was at least some sense to be had of it. But this wasn't home, and Stiles wasn't used to the idea of being possessed.

He raked a hand through his hair at Scott's declaration that he didn't care if he should be there or not. He wasn't surprised by that, either. The thing about being best friends with someone from age five on was that you knew each other pretty damn well. Scott wasn't going anywhere and there really wasn't anything that Stiles was going to tell him that was going to change his mind. He let out a shaky breath, then motioned a hand to the wall by the TV that he hadn't so much as turned on since he'd been there.

"That's all the research on the kitsune so far. There are thirteen different kinds." Which he'd known even before watching their show because Lydia had figured that part out already. He chewed on his lip for a moment, rubbing a hand over his eyes tiredly. Then he moved on to the small desk in the corner, which was covered in books about possession. "This is all the stuff on human possession, which, apocalypse and everything, so already knew a lot of it already." The list of possession symptoms he'd come across was more than mildly terrifying. Stiles chewed on his thumbnail. He was already suffering from nearly every one of the mental symptoms on the list, and a few of the physical ones, but he didn't have to say that because Scott wasn't stupid. He already knew.

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focusscottfocus
2014-02-07 07:07 pm UTC (link)

Scott was glad that Stiles didn't bother trying to fight him on staying. He felt that on some level, Stiles probably didn't really want to be alone, but the thing about Stiles that people didn't notice was under the sarcasm ad the spazzes, he had the biggest heart and would do everything possible in his power to help or protect the people he cared about. Apparently, that included attempting to take the noble road and fighting a dark spirit on his own. Thing was, Scott would never let him go through it alone because he just wasn't the one that could abandoned the person that had been through it all, right by his side.

"Thirteen different kinds?" Scott repeated, his tone purely incredulous at that revelation. "How do we figure out which one may be attached to you?" Scott suppressed a shudder at that phrase. He had been in Lawrence for almost a year now, so demons and possession weren't such foreign concepts to him now, but it hadn't dulled him to how creepy the whole idea of it was.

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