•you've liked stiles forever
•your Scott's sister
•your human
•you don't know about him killing Donovan
You and Scott where at the Vet's, in the pouring rain. You were standing out there in the dark cold night, waiting for Stiles. But Scott seemed upset, something was bothering him. Was it Theo? Or maybe this whole dread doctors situation is finally breaking him. Whatever it was he wouldn't tell you.
The silence was broken when Stiles pulled up in his blue jeep. You shivered as you allowed the rain to pour over you. He and Scott were talking, and there was some awkward tension.
Suddenly, it broke silent. You looked down as Scott pulled out a bloody wrench from his coat.
"Where.....did you get that." Stiles said slowly.
"What is it Scott." You say confused. Stiles glances at you, devastated.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Scott said as he took the wrench.
"I was going to." Stiles looked at the wrench. He licked his lips, you could tell he was deep in thought. But what was going on??
"Going to what?! What is going on!" You said with anger.
"Y/N...." Stiles says, unable to look you in the eye. Scott cuts him off.
"You killed him...you killed Donovan." The words that slowly came out of Scott's mouth slowly sunk into your skin, shocking you to the core. Stiles? A murderer? There has to be some explanation. Or it's not true.
"Stiles? Is...is this true?" You say quietly, crossing your arms in shock. You were extremely uncomfortable.
"Y/n.... Please let me explain. He was gonna kill my dad. Was I supposed to just let him?" You look down and close your eyes. Tears drip down your face. Why would he do this. Stiles turns his focus on Scott, you see his eyes fill with anger.
"You think I had a choice?"
"There is always a choice."
"Yeah well I can't do what you can Scott!"
"Please calm down." You say to Stiles. They were both right.
"I know you wouldn't have done it!" Stiles says, ignoring your request and becoming more angry. "You would have probably just figured something out right?"
"I try."
"Yeah because your Scott McCall! Your the true alpha! Guess what? All of us can't be true alphas! Some of us have to make mistakes..."
Stiles was right. Maybe it was self defense. Donovan was out of control.
"...Some of us have to get our hands bloody sometimes..."
Every vain on Stiles's body was popping out. Scott just seemed hurt as Stiles yelled at him.
"SOME OF US ARE HUMAN!"
They continued to argue as you cried. Seeing Stiles and Scott like this was heartbreaking.
"...it's not self defense anymore."
"What are you even talking about! I didn't have a choice Scott! You.....you don't even believe me do you?" Scott looked at him, crushed.
"Scott?" You say looking at him. He looks at you and shakes his head.
"I want to."
"Okay then. Believe me then! Scott, say you believe me. Y/n, do you believe me."
You look at him with sad eyes, confused. Stiles looks at both of you, angry, and waiting for an answer.
"Say it. Say you believe me." You almost can't breath. Your lips shake. You look at Scott, and then to Stiles.
"I....I believe you." You say. Stiles sighs with relief and turns to Scott. He is crushed.
"Stiles you can't kill people we are trying to save."
"Say you believe me." Stiles says, approaching Scott. Scott immediately backs up, flinching. You don't know what to do. You stand there in silence, as Stiles looks up at him, hurt.
"You can't... Kill people! Do you believe that?" You all three ignore the rain pouring around you.
Stiles's lip trembles. He steps back shaking his head.
"What do I do about this? What do you want me to do Scott. Tell me how to fix this alright? Tell me what to do." Stiles says looking at Scott.
"Don't worry about Lydia....or y/n." Stiles looks at you, you looks at Scott.
"Scott..." You say. You can handle yourself.
"I will find Lydia and Malia." There is a long pause. Scott breaths heavily.
"Maybe...uh. You should talk to your dad." Scott says, unable to look at Stiles. Scott reaches for your hands to bring you inside. You shake him off, and he continues inside.
Stiles looks at you, broken. He breaks into tears. You run and hug him tightly. He puts his head on your shoulder and cries. You place your hand on his head.
"I believe you." You whisper.
