𝒞𝒪𝑀𝐸 𝐵𝒜𝒞𝒦 𝐻𝒪𝑀𝐸. 💔💙❤️

Chapter Twenty-Six

The whole pack was all gathered around Scott's grave, Aiden and Ethan came back for the funeral.

"I would like to speak." Stiles said in a shaky voice.

"Are you sure, son? You don't have too." John told him.

Stiles nodded, "Yes I do." He stood up in front of his friends, looking at Scott's grave and spoke, "I- I saw it coming but at the same time I didn't believe the world could possibly be that fucking cruel. Scott, I am sorry. I'm sorry for forcing you to leave here, even though it helped you find yourself." Stiles took a breath and continued, "everyone says you shouldn't reply on another person to fill the empty spaces in your heart. They tell you, you are just as strong on your own. But the way I see it, some of those empty spaces are only shaped for another person to fill. It doesn't matter how much I love myself or how confident I am. In the end I can't hold myself while I'm crying. I can't hug myself when I need it most. Life is about love and love is meant to be shared. Scott you filled the best spot in my heart as my best friend, as my brother." Stiles wiped away the tears that escaped. "You never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don't. I won't take another day for granted, I will always remember you, Scott and I will make damn sure everyone else does too." Stiles shakily walked back to his seat, leaning into his mate.

"Thank you, Stiles. That was lovely." Melissa said with tears in her eyes. "Thank all of you for coming, and loving my son just as much if not more than I did- do."

"I think I'm going to go stay with dad for the day." Stiles whispered to his mate.

Derek nodded, "That's fine, babe."

~

Stiles was currently in his room, wrapped up like a burrito in his old star wars blanket he's had since high school.

"Hey, kiddo, want something to eat?"

Stiles sniffled shaking his head.

John walked over and wrapped his son into a big hug.

"No matter how much I try, I just can't stop crying." Stiles said with a chuckle, wiping his eyes.

John sat back and looked Stiles in the eyes, "It's okay to cry. It's okay to slide down a wall in tears at three in the morning aching and screaming. If you want to sit in your bedroom floor with your head buried in your knees, tears spilling out of your eyes and filling the room to your waist, do it. It doesn't make you weak. You could never be weak. You're alive and that's the hardest thing to be, especially after what has all happened. I'm so proud of you, Stiles. Always."

"Thanks pops." Stiles said with a real smile.

"Always, son. You might not believe me right now, but time will heal your heart, not completely, but just enough to live your life."

~~

Ten years later the pack is still going strong. Deaton helped Stiles with his powers, how to control and use them. He is now the Stilinski-Hale pack emissary. Theo and Liam are now mated just as Erica and Boyd, who are trying for a pup. Stiles and Derek adopted a pup that lost his whole pack; his whole family due to hunters. They named him Scott Sebastian Stilinski-Hale. (Scott, because of his best friend who died for Stiles, and Sebastian because it was Derek's father's name.) Little Scott is now 4 years old. Lydia and Aiden got married, Jackson and Ethan are planning a wedding of their own within the year. Isaac is now dating Malia. She finally came back from Paris 5 years ago. Peter and Chris confessed their feelings for one another as did the Sheriff and Melissa. All four of them are happier than ever.

Today marks nine years Scott has be gone. Stiles and the pack went to visit his grave that morning. But Stiles went to back to his grave that night with more flowers in hand.

"Tonight is just one of those nights where I miss you terribly and want to talk to you." Stiles said as he sat the flowers down by his best friends grave. Stiles took a moment than sat down in front of Scott's headstone. "I miss you a lot more than I realized. Things keep happening and I always find myself wishing I could tell you about them." Stiles smiled fondly at the headstone. "I had a thousand moments that I had just taken for granted- mostly because I had assumed that there would be a thousand more, I blame myself everyday that you died, but the whole pack are trying to make me see that it wasn't, it might take me till the day I die to see that." Stiles laughed to himself and said, "You're still my favorite yet most painful story to tell when someone asks about you. You're still my favorite Chapter that I keep on re-reading night after night till my eyes are red with tears and my heart hurts from the memories that we've had as bestfriends, as brothers. I will never let your memory die." Stiles wiped his eyes and spoke, "you know I prepared myself. I prepared myself for you to walk away from the pack, I prepared myself for you to leave, I prepared myself for heartbreak. I prepared myself to be able to fake a smile when you asked me how I was doing, I prepared myself to pick up the broken pieces of my heart if you never came back to Beacon Hills all those years ago. I prepared myself, and yet, here I am, sitting in front of your grave, wondering what I could've done to save your life. To have you still here to see how much we've all grown, grown as an induvial and as family. I miss you Scott, I will always love you, brother." Stiles stood and placed a hand on Scott's head stone.

"I figured we'd find you here." Derek said, with a smile.

Scott was running ahead, he had dark brown hair with honey brown eyes, "Dada!"

Stiles opened his arms, welcoming his son, "Hey, big guy."

"You've been crying." Scott pointed out.

Stiles laughed a watery laugh, "I have, I miss your uncle Scott. He would've loved you."

"How about we get some ice-cream?" Derek asked.

"Ice-cream!" Scott said excitedly, squirming out of his father's arms.

"Then we can go see grandpa." Stiles told the boy.

"Yay!"

"You okay?" Derek asked his husband, threading their fingers together.

Stiles nodded, "Yeah, I just miss him extra tonight."

Derek nodded, "Everyone does, I understand."

"I love you, Sour Wolf."

Derek rolled his eyes, "I love you, Stiles."

"Sour Wolf, ice-cream now!" Scott demanded.

Derek glared at his mate, "Now look what you've done."

Stiles laughed, a real laugh. "This isn't my fault."

Derek rolled his eyes, capturing Stiles lips. "You'll pay tonight." He said with a predatory smirk.

Stiles gulped. Yeah he'd pay alright.

"Eww." Scott said scrunching up his nose.

Derek and Stiles both burst into laughter.

~

And time did heal, it just never erased anything. Stiles still feels the sharp pain in his chest more than the rest (except his mother of course), because of their brother bond. Especially when their song comes on the radio they'd always scream at the top of their lungs, or when Stiles walked passed their favorite places to go, but it didn't hurt as much as it used to. Time did heal, to an extent. But Stiles still compared every other boys smile to Scotts, how they never laughed as much as Scott did at his stupid jokes. Their eyes were never the right shade of brown too, like his were. But time did heal. Or Stiles likes to think it has, that's just what he kept telling himself to keep going for his family, for his pack.

                           THE END.

I hope you all enjoyed this book, just as much as I have!