Something To Think About. (Teen Wolf)

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*not my gif*

Some time later, Scott was still holding me. I'm grateful because I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been able to support myself without him, I was so emotionally drained. My eyes were closed but I felt Scott slowly lift me while standing up. My legs were draped over his right arm and my head rested against his chest. He must have thought I was asleep since he softly placed me on the couch that was against the wall in Derek's loft. I opened my stiff eyes just enough to see Scott holding a broom in his hand, sweeping up the mess that I had made. I guess he didn't want it to be there when Derek got home. When he finished, I could sense him as he walked out of the room, sliding the door closed behind him. Without trying very hard, I could hear ringing coming from his phone; he was calling someone. A second  later a voice was heard.

"Hello?" I knew right away who it was that Scott was talking to.

"Derek? You should probably get over to the loft. Ryder isn't doing so well." Derek sighed dramatically, like the big drama queen that he is.

"Where's Peter? He said he would watch her." 

"Well, he's not here." Typical, I thought. Of course Peter would bail on me. It's the only thing he knows how to do.

"I don't know why I expected anything else. Okay, I'll be there in 5." There was a pause. "How's Stiles doing?" I held my breath, because, to be honest, I wanted to know too. It had been a few days since I had last seen him and I was worried. Every time I had talked to someone since that day all I wanted to talk about was Stiles but I held it in. I was scared of what I would get in response, given that the last thing I had said to him was that I wanted to kill him.

"He's... sad. He thinks it's his fault that Ryder is going through this even though I have told him many times that there is no possible way it could be his fault. He won't listen though." A strike of guilt ran through me. "He wants to see her again, like, really badly."

"He can't, Scott, you know that. Not while she doesn't have control." Even though I knew he was totally right, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. These days no one could cheer me up, not even Isaac. I just wanted to see Stiles again and I could tell I was making Isaac jealous against his protests that he wasn't, that he didn't get jealous.

"I know, I know. I just hate seeing him so depressed." Scott paused, hesitantly. "Maybe they could just talk on the phone?" I could hear the hope in his voice, Scott just wanted his best friends to be happy again, but Derek had confiscated my phone almost as soon as Stiles had left the loft the other day and wouldn't let me have contact with the outside world saying that it would 'only make it harder' so I doubted that he would make an exception now. 

Derek sighed. "Two minutes, but Scott?"

"Yeah?"

"Only two minutes." Smile bloomed on my face and it felt good; I hadn't smiled in awhile.

"I know." The call ended as I sat up on the couch, the smile still etched on my face. Scott slipped back into the main room and saw me sitting up. "I'm assuming you heard that?"

"Yeah. The whole thing." I swung my legs out from under me and stood up. My legs shook for a second and Scott started forward to help me but I put my hand up, stopping him. I took a slow breath in and focused on regaining my strength. I forced my leg forward and I seemed stable. Smiling with pride, I delicately walked the rest of the way to Scott. "Can I use your phone?" 

"Yeah, sure, of course." He handed me the phone, examining me while I dialed Stiles' number. I was nervous; what would he say? What would I say? Suddenly, I didn't have time to think about it anymore because a voice came through the speaker.