Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2017-12-21 16:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, scott mccall, stiles stilinski |
Who: Stiles and Scott
Where: Their home
When: After this.
What: Scott gets a little peek into Stiles’ mind.
Status: Complete
Stiles did not want to talk to Scott anymore over the phone. He didn’t want to be pushed to talk to Cora. he would talk to her when he felt like talking to her. He didn’t need Scott bugging him to do it. And that’s why he stopped texting back even though he really wanted to say something to Scott’s last message. Instead, he held back and closed the messages from Scott. He was perfectly fine just texting back with Lydia for the moment. It wasn’t long until he heard footsteps coming, though. It wasn’t Cora, her footsteps weren’t as heavy, so that meant Scott was obviously not done talking. He turned onto his side, so that his back was facing the door. And the second it was open all he said was, “Go away.” Stiles was in a bad way, worse than Scott had originally thought. He and Cora had managed to pry him out to the festival then to Gideon’s, but after that was done his best friend went back to hiding away in his room. And not sleeping. Worse, he didn’t want Cora to touch him so she stayed in Scott’s room for reassurance. Scott saw a bad trend beginning and thought he’d head it off before it went too far. Since Stiles had stopped replying to his texts Scott went to beard the lion in his den. He was glad he didn’t have to break the door down, though. But it hurt to see Stiles like this. Not that he was turning his back on Scott, but this...damaged. He let out a quiet sigh. “No,” he said as he came into the room then shut the door. “Not this time.” Scott crossed the room then sat on the edge of the bed. Stiles figured that Scott wouldn't actually listen. Just like he wasn't listening over the texts. Why couldn't he just go away? Why couldn't Scott listen to one simple request? When he felt the bed start to dip from Scott's weight, Stiles made sure to move so that they didn't end up touching, like at all. He still made sure to keep his back to his friend as well. He didn't want to look at him. He was kinda hoping Scott would just give up at some point and go away if he didn't look. "I have nothing else to say to you right now." “You don’t have to say anything,” Scott said. He looked at Stiles’ back as his friend shifted away from him. He was more worried than hurt by that, and he hated that Stiles was this hurt. “You don’t have to talk. I just want you to listen.” One thing at a time. “You aren’t alone,” he said allowing how much he cared and how worried he was to be heard in his voice. “I made the selfish decision to walk away from you back home after Allison died. I left you to the Nogitsune to come here and I’m sorry about that. I’m not going to do that now. Not this time. I’m not going to leave you alone to the nightmares, the anxiety. I’m not going to keep failing you. So no. I’m not going to go away.” He reached out to gently place his hand on Stiles’ shoulder. As an Alpha he could take away pain. He wasn’t sure if anything would happen, but using that same trick, he tried to take some of Stiles’ fear. Okay, good, because Stiles didn't want to say anything. At least not right now. He did listen to Scott as he spoke. It all just made him feel worse. It really wasn't helping. Sure, he knew Scott would be there for him now, but just bringing up all that other stuff that happened at home...it was more stuff that he was pushing away as much as he could. And if he had been paying any attention he would have seen Scott reaching over to touch him, but since he was staring at the wall, he wasn't able to stop Scott. But he did move away quickly and practically jumped off the bed. "What do you think you're doing? I didn't say you could do that, did I!? Get out!" Well that reaction hadn’t been expected, and Scott was glad it was directed at him and not Cora or there really would be some seriously hurt feelings. As it was hearing Stiles say that, no yell that was a bit of a slap to the chest, but this wasn’t about him. Scott held his hands up in almost a surrender pose then slowly got up from sitting on the bed to back away...as if Stiles were some nervous, delicate thing that he didn’t want to spook. That really sucked. “Ok. I’m sorry. My bad.” "Didn't I just tell you that I didn't want to be touched and what did you do?" It wasn't like Stiles was kidding when he said it. It's pretty much why he was keeping his distance from Cora too because he knows how touchy she can get and he just didn't want that right now. "What were you even trying to do?" Had Scott just placed his hand on his shoulder just because or was he trying to take away the pain? Not that he really had any. Sure, he was still a bit sore, but it wasn't as bad as it had been the first night he was home. "Just...ask next time." “Ok,” Scott said quietly. He’d had to try. Yeah, Stiles told him he didn’t want to be touched, but sometimes people said that because they were afraid to ask for it, afraid to reach out. Stiles was notorious for pushing people away exactly when he needed someone. He backed away further from the bed, giving Stiles his space. “Can you at least tell me why? What happened?” Because Stiles had taken hits before. This wasn’t like him at all. The bed between them was pretty much enough space that could be given between them, which was why Stiles stayed on his side of the room while looking over at Scott. "Why, what? Why don't I want you to touch me? Look at me..." Yeah, sure he had been smacked around before, but this time it was worse and it had gone on for days. Not only that, but he had to watch stuff happen to Lydia too. "You don't really need to know what happened. It's not going to change anything. It's still going to be there. It's still going to be stuck in my head." Scott took up a lean next to the door. He didn’t want to seem to be blocking an exit, but he wanted to give Stiles as much space as possible. And he took everything Stiles threw at him. Maybe Stiles just needed to get angry, lash out. Scott could take it. Whatever needed to happen. One thing Stiles said made a light go off in Scott’s head. It wasn’t a great idea. It wasn’t even really a good idea. But it was an option. “It doesn’t have to be,” he offered. “Gideon or I could make it go away.” He wasn’t sure how, but he was pretty certain Gideon did. For a moment he just stared. But after a moment it sounded like the best idea ever. Why should he have to remember? Scott could just make him forget. Without really thinking he was making his way over to Scott, grabbing his hand and putting it on the back of his neck. "Do it. Make it go away. I don't want to think about it anymore." “Whoa hey!” Scott pulled his hand away from Stiles’ neck. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I would want to talk to Gideon first. Otherwise I might make you forget the wrong thing.” Knowing their luck it would be something dumb like Stiles would forget how to open doors and they’d be putting ice on his forehead forever. "Of course you would." He pushed Scott against the wall. "Don't offer something you can't do." He should have known that Scott couldn't do it anyway. Scott wasn't even from the same point in their lives. "Do you still want to know what happened? Hm?" He grabbed Scott's hand again. "I know you know how to take a peek into people's heads, so if you really want to know, then look because I'm not saying it." Saying it meant nothing. Living it was a whole other thing. Scott didn’t have to go with the push. He was strong enough to not thump back against the wall, but the intensity coming from Stiles at the moment was too surprising, and Scott found himself there anyway, looking his best friend in the eyes. “I can do it. I just don’t know how, and I wouldn’t bother finding out if you didn’t want it done.” Then his hand was right back behind Stiles’ neck again with a whole different offer on the table. Scott had to make up his mind quick. Yes, he wanted to know, but he didn’t want to hurt Stiles. Still, knowing what happened, especially like this, might help him know better how to help Stiles and Lydia both. That was enough to convince him. Scott’s brows came down into a small frown. His eyes took on that Alpha red glow as he let his claws extend. Permission had been given so he didn’t wait. He just shoved his claws into the back of Stiles’ neck to get those memories. “Do it, Scott. Go on,” he urged him on as he grabbed a hold of Scott’s shirt. It was going to hurt if Scott did it, he knew it would and it did when he felt Scott’s werewolf nails dig in. It was like reliving it all over again. Getting grabbed and knocked out when he had been walking to work. Waking up in an abandoned building with no idea what was going on until he saw Hurley. Stiles had been a smartass to him, of course. And all that got him was backhanded. He couldn’t even defend himself since his hands were tied behind him. That was nothing, though. It only started to get worse when Lydia had been taken and tied up with him. That’s when the beating really started. And having to watch Lydia get injected so that she wouldn’t be able to scream. If she wasn’t getting drugged, then she was being made to watch as Hurley hit and/or kicked Stiles over and over again. There were bits of his memory that were unclear since he couldn’t remember much when he was drugged. He remembered watching Lydia get taken away, though, and then Scott finding him hours/days after that. He really had no idea. All the days had started to blend in with one another after a while. Seeing Stiles’ memories this way was practically like living through it himself. Scott was helpless. Every strike to Stiles...every tear that fell down Lydia’s cheeks...Scott felt every one. It was phantom pain, barely even a shadow of what Stiles had felt. Echoes of the emotions that raged through Stiles at the time were born within the True Alpha as well. But instead of a scream it was a fierce growl that came from Scott’s throat. His teeth were bared and clenched together, while every muscle and tendon in his neck stood out. Finally it was over and Scott let out a harsh breath as he released Stiles. He was a little surprised to discover tears of his own dampening his lashes as he stared at his best friend. It was a supreme effort of self-control that kept him from pulling Stiles into a hug. “....I am so sorry.” Stiles exhaled and and ended up resting his forehead on Scott’s shoulder once he was released. Having to basically relive all of that again sucked. It just triggered all of his emotions again and Scott wasn’t the only one with tears in his eyes. He didn’t move or say anything at first. Just kept clinging to Scott’s shirt before he finally spoke. “Now do you see why I don’t want to go to sleep? I don’t want to dream about that. I just want it...gone.” Scott’s heart went out to Stiles when his friend put his head against his shoulder. He took that as an invitation, or at least permission, to put his hands on Stiles’ arms at least. His fingers tightened just short of pain to assure Stiles that he was there, he was right there for him. “I understand,” he said in a sympathetic whisper. He tilted his head to press lightly against Stiles’ with those words. “I’ll talk to Gideon. Figure out to do it then make sure you don’t have to deal with that anymore. I promise.” Stiles didn't jump away or pull away when he felt Scott's fingers on his arms. It had been days since he let anyone actually touch him. And for that moment it was okay. He pretty much didn't move for another minute or two before he finally moved his head and looked at Scott. "Okay." He hoped that Scott asked Gideon soon. He really did want to forget all of this. No. Scott would get on this right away. He didn’t want Stiles dealing with this any longer than possible. Looking into his best friend’s eyes he nodded. “Try to get some rest,” he suggested quietly, knowing Stiles wouldn’t. But maybe with the hope of getting rid of these memories would do some good. “Alright.” He finally let go of Scott’s shirt and backed away. He wasn’t going to sleep, but Scott didn’t know that. He laid back down on the bed and closed his eyes. But the second he knew Scott was gone, he opened his eyes again and just stared at the wall. |