𝙁𝙍𝙀𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 ◊ 𝘚. 𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘒𝘐

◊ 𝟏.𝟏𝟏 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

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I WAS LEANING against the drawer near Scott's door as Stiles sat backward on a chair, and Percy helped Scott look through his messy room to try to find his missing phone.

"Call it again," Scott asked Stiles as he looked through his nightstand.

"It's not here." Percy sighed and got up from his position on the floor, walked over to where I was, and half-sat on the drawer.

Scott scrambled onto his bed and rummaged around it before giving up and crossing his bed to look under it.

"Okay, so you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?" Stiles pointed out.

I could hear Scott moving things around from underneath his bed while he was on his stomach. "I can't afford a new one. And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek."

"Well, A) you're not alone. You have me, Percy, and Olympia. And B) Didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead."

"Well, didn't you guys see him get clawed through his back?" I asked the room after remembering Stiles telling me about how they got trapped at the school in the first place a couple of weeks ago. "He sounded pretty dead then, but he's still alive and kicking."

"Argent's plan was to use him to get the Alpha- they're not gonna kill him," Scott informed us as he looked in his bathroom.

"Alright, so then, just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to find Peter, problem solved." 

"Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek! I can't protect her on my own. Which means we either find Derek first." Scott says, frustrated, as he frantically looks through his desk. "Just- just help me!"

"You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting." Percy pointed out, shoving his hands into his pockets. He looked at Scott, who was scouring through his messy desk.

"Yeah, you remember that when he was trying to kill you? After you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here?"  Stiles gestures in the air randomly, trying to emphasize his point.

"He wasn't going to kill anyone." Scott insisted. "And I'm not letting him die."

"Could you at least think about letting him die? For me?" Stiles whined, making me chuckle under my breath. Stiles seemed to hear it and perked up and turned to face me.

"If Scott's not going to do it, can you?" Stiles pleaded.

"I would, but I haven't cashed that favor in from Derek. So no." Stiles threw me a bitch face that could rival Sam's, so I made one back at him.

Scott perked up, catching all of our attention.

"What is it Scott?" Percy asked.

"My mom just got home from work." Scott leaned against his desk. I could see Scott's face slowly morph into one of guilt.

"Is she okay?" I questioned gently. Scott shook his head in response.

"What's she doing?" Stiles asked quietly.

"Crying." Scott's reply made me frown and look down at my shoes. Scott moved from his desk and sat down on the edge of the bed in front of Stiles. The guilt etched deep on his face.

"Scott, you can't protect everyone." Stiles's words struck a chord in me. I bit my lip to try and keep the tears from welling up in my eyes.

"I have to."