Kiss It Better

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Scott let out a scream as he dashed past Stiles who swiped at him, just missing the chicken on the table. He narrowly avoided Stiles' second lunge by throwing himself through the kitchen doorway. 

They had been running around the house for almost ten minutes now, each refusing to back down.

"I'm gonna get you, Scott! You can't run forever!" Stiles exclaimed, chasing the other eight year old up the stairs. He made it halfway up before Scott turned to him with his hands up in surrender.

"Time out!" Scott gasped, reaching into his pocket and grabbing his inhaler. He leaned his back against the wall and eyed Stiles cautiously as he shook it and took a puff. 

Stiles halted in place. He knew it would be easy to just grab Scott whenever he stopped for his inhaler but he didn't want to. 

First of all, he didn't want Scott to feel as though they couldn't play just because of his illness. He was already left out most of the time at school when all the other boys were playing tag or lacrosse. Stiles didn't want to be the reason Scott missed out on things. No one at school ever paused when Scott needed his inhaler.

Second of all, Stiles wanted to make sure Scott actually got his breath back before anything even remotely exciting happened. Scott had only had a handful of severe attacks when Stiles was around but they had all been horrifying. Stiles didn't want to cause one. Ever.

Lastly, he wasn't trying to catch Scott for any reason. He had started off with a reason, Scott had stolen the remote. But after a few minutes he had dropped it back down on the couch but by then they were having too much fun to stop. Scott was unknowingly cornering himself anyway, Stiles would easily catch up to him. They were having fun and Stiles didn't want it to stop just because he had an unfair advantage. 

Scott took a deep breath before shoving his inhaler back in his pocket. "Okay, three... two... one!" Both boys took off again, running down the hall as fast as they dared. 

Scott ran into Stiles' bedroom, jumping over a pile of clothes to stand on the other side of the bed. He only had two escape options now; over or around the bed, and Stiles was blocking both paths.

Scott had cornered himself. 

Stiles smirked triumphantly. 

"What now, Scotty?" His grin was evil as he lurked forward with the intention of scaring Scott.

Scott backed up into the wall, his eyes darting back and forth trying to pick the best route. Even though he was trapped, he couldn't wipe the wide smile off of his face. 

While Scott was trying to come up with an escape plan, Stiles watched his friend. He loved seeing Scott so carefree and happy, especially now that Rafael was causing some issues at home. Stiles had overheard their mothers talking about it, Melissa had been crying then. Stiles hadn't been allowed over for awhile. Rafael never had anything nice to say to him anyway. The last time he saw him the man had accused him of corrupting his son. Stiles didn't even know what corrupting meant! But he did know that Scott's eyes were red and puffy the next day at school, like he had been crying. 

It was the exact opposite of now, when Scott's eyes were squinty with how big he was smiling. Stiles could only describe his best friend as a ray of sunshine. It hurt him to even think of Scott hurting. Maybe it was lucky he wasn't allowed over to the McCall's, he certainly wouldn't have any problem arguing with Scott's dad. Everyone knew that hurting Scott lead to dealing with Stiles. Scott was polite and calm and shy and everything that Stiles wasn't. It's what made them perfect. Stiles was smart enough to come up with the plans and Scott was cute enough to get them out of the trouble that followed.