How to build better friends

How to stand up to your friends

"What does he plan on doing with Stiles' journal?" Jackson looked to Derek with an almost frightened expression. The situation had become painfully frightening for the crew as they worked to clean up the mess. They moved the two bodies to the other side of the wall.

"What are we going to do about these guys," Scott frowned at the pair of now dead zombies, "are we going to keep them here? Are they going to stay dead? Does the 'go for the head' rule apply here?"

"I don't know," the alpha admitted, "but Stiles knows we're here, I could feel him earlier. Peter knows how to hide, we probably won't be able to find him any time soon." Awkward tension followed the sweeping of glass.

"I'm sorry about your candles and wine, Derek." Boyd spoke up. The gesture was kind and alleviating as they embarrassingly continued to move everything back into place.

"Where is Erica? She should be done with her detention with Stiles by now. Do you think he's done anything to her? Do you think she's done anything to him?" A worried Scott asked.

"This is Stiles we're talking about," Derek replied, the two giving each other eye contact as Derek continued, "he's tough and so is Erica. They'll be fine."

"It looks like they are more than fine," Boyd chimed in looking out the window down at the parking lot. "They are coming up the stairs right now. Together." The group all waited in stunned silence while the two entered the space.

"Stiles, wait." It was Erica trying to keep up with him walking into the room.

"I'm not waiting, clearly something is wrong-" he finally got into the main room and stopped dead when he saw the two corpses, then he took a look at the rest of the wolves, "what did you do to Boston and Tanya?" He walked over to them to check their bodies for damage. Pulling out the glass shard in Tanya's corpse very cleanly. Erica had her hands to her mouth as to not say anything or maybe even to silence her reaction. Even Derek was unwilling to break the dead silence in wake of this moment between them. Scott looked at Stiles and then to Derek as if daring him to speak or say something to the teen.

Stiles glanced back and caught the two having a glare off. "Well?" He snapped at the wolves in the room, "give me my journal, I'll fix them right up." He gestured with his hands at Derek.

"That's it? You make these monsters and you attack us, then you expect us to just hand you back your journal?" Scott said angrily as Stiles stood straight. "That's low Stiles."

"I didn't attack you guys, I just told them to grab the journal. You must of tried to stop them." He shot back even angrier. "Didn't you?" He got no response. "Didn't you?"

"They were zombies, Stiles. You've perverted the dead," Derek answered evenly.

"You're a hypocrite!" He replied, "Why don't you go ahead and kill Peter then? He's been resurrected too, same kind of magic. Sometimes the dead doesn't want to stay dead."

"And how did they communicate that to you the first time, Stiles?" Derek gave him a long hard look, Stiles couldn't reply. This time, both Stiles and Derek both looked at Scott as if he was responsible for all of this happening.

"Don't look at me," he snapped angrily at the two, "we aren't responsible for Peter, Stiles. You know that-you know better-"

"Oh do I? Clearly, you wouldn't ever know, you make half my decisions for me. You ruin everything," the warlock pointed at him, eyes starting to glow in his frustration.

"It doesn't matter," Jackson interjected, "Peter stole the journal, so it doesn't matter. We don't have it anymore, you girls can stop arguing like you're six, now."

"What!" Stiles angrily rose his hands up and both the corpses began to move, Erica stopped Jackson from stepping forward again, "god, I hate you, Derek." These words looked to really hurt the alpha, "and you," he pointed at Scott, the zombies stepped forward and advanced on Scott. But unlike before, these seemed to be lifeless. Just puppets being possessed by magic, moving awkwardly and without reason. Boston and Tanya were clearly not home in their eyes and Scott slowly backed up.

Stiles conducted their swipes, but they were still too slow to hit Scott, he just ducked out of the way. Without their living half, they didn't seem to be dangerous. It wasn't until Derek grabbed Stiles' arms that the zombies finally fell to the floor, no longer being puppeteered. Stiles tried to fight the alpha's grip, hitting his chest with frustration before defeatedly putting his head on Derek's shoulder. Starting to really feel like his friends were leaving him for good this time, tears just wouldn't stop coming. Even using their corpses like that felt like he was just proving the pack right, just using them with no respect. Derek just took all of his hits like they didn't hurt him at all. Everyone watched this scene unfold like it was at half the speed it was.

Then Lydia walked into the loft an screamed.