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Caught in the Act

Back in Beacon Hills, Scott had been staying in Derek's loft. He couldn't bear to see his mum because all she ever did was try to help. All he wanted was to be left alone, but she often came and sat with him. He was ashamed that he'd snapped at her, quite a few times, because she said she understood. But Scott knew that no-one else could feel the way he felt. Like his heart was being ripped out of his chest, his head being smashed with a hammer, over and over again. Like all of his limbs were being yanked off of his body in one go. The pain was consuming him, turning him into an outcast. He was withdrawn, silent. No-one could convince him to talk about his feelings, or anything for that matter. He only came out of his shell once, to face the chupacabras. They were still tormenting the outskirts of Beacon Hills, however they couldn't get in because Deaton had gotten Morrell to do some sort of spell that covered the border in mountain ash. Peter was NOT happy, so they ended up locking him out, by breaking the border then fixing it. Peter was also keeping the chupacabras out though, by killing any that tried too hard to get in. Scott checked everyday, to see how it was going. Derek and Braeden had actually offered Scott a room in the house, but he turned down their offer, because he'd walked in on the two of them way  to many times. They had laughed sheepishly and given him the keys to the loft, not taking no for an answer. Derek knew how hard it was for Scott to lose Allison, so losing Kira just a short while after must have been brutal. Scott had taken the keys begrudgingly, and that's where he'd been ever since. Someone from the pack came to check up on him once a day, and Stiles often came and watched movies with him or played video games. Once, Malia turned up at his door in tears, and he found it comforting to be back to normal, listening to his friend's story of how a guy had treated her really badly. Scott had hugged her, and she had cried some more, talking about how much she missed Stiles. At this Scott had sat up, and looked at her properly. He told her how she couldn't split up Stiles and Lydia, they'd been waiting their whole lives for each other. Malia had nodded sadly, indicating that she knew that. Scott smiled and she came to check on Peter and the chupacabras with him, sitting and talking to Peter about her grades. Scott had gone for a walk, leaving them to it. He'd cried. A lot. He missed her. He visited all their spots, her old house, the highway, everywhere. He'd then gone home and texted Malia, saying he didn't feel well and needed to go home. She'd texted back, saying she understood, and Scott smiled. He now lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep. He tried phoning all his friends, and none of them answered. Eventually a text from Stiles came through, saying they had a plan and would be there soon. Scott turned off his phone and turned over. He spooned with a pillow, trying to picture Kira in his arms, but it didn't work. He punched the pillow and began to cry angrily. He jumped out of bed, punching everything in sight. He didn't hear the loft door being thrown open. He only stopped when he felt arms around him, arms he had been hugged by so many times, but never like this. Scott lay back onto Derek, sobbing uncontrollably. Derek held Scott down, knowing he would go off again if he let go. His voice was trying to calm him, trying to joke, but Scott was inconsolable. HE cried and cried, until he fell asleep, and Derek put him into his bed and sat watching him. Braeden had watched this scene in tears, hating how much pain he was going through, the agony that forced his body to writhe in Derek's arms. Braeden sat down next to Derek, and placed a hand on his leg. "He'll be okay Der. 'He'll get through it, just like he did with Allison." Derek sighed and turned to Braeden. "That's the thing. He never got over Allison. His mum has called me almost every night, telling me that he's screaming the house down, screaming her name. It's killing him. He's lost both the people he loved most in this world. And no-one can do anything about it." Derek hated feeling this useless. Feeling like he couldn't help this kid, the one who had shown him another way, another life. He couldn't bear to see him like this, so he called Stiles. "Hey, Stiles. Update?" Stiles replied strangely. "Well. Let's just say we've been to Mexico. And no-one is going to want to be anywhere  near Scott and- yeh, no-one will want to be near him for a week." Derek hung up and look at his blank phone screen. "What's he saying?" Asked Braeden. Derek turned to her, his face absolutely  priceless." I have no bloody idea!" Braeden laughed and started to kiss Derek. Derek put his phone down and pulled Braeden underneath him. Braeden started to giggle as Derek kissed down her neck. She had an infectious laugh, and soon enough Derek was laughing softly too. He pulled her shirt over her head and she did the same to him. Just as things started to get really steamy, Derek saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He quickly jumped off of Braeden, chucking his t-shirt over his head. Braeden yanked her tank top over her head and pulled her jacket on over it. Scott stood looking at them, his eyes streaming. "Sorry Scott" said Derek. Braeden grinned foolishly. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl who had been caught in the act. But then she felt bad, because Scott was crying at the sight of two people completely and utterly in love. What he had had, twice, but both times had lost.