Goner

By You

Scott's POV

He watched in horror as his best friend practically ran to the bathroom.

It was silent for a moment when they heard some mumbling in the bathroom, before the running of the sink blocked out whatever was going on in there.

It scared Scott a little. The way Stiles was. The way he looked, acted, and his smell...

"Should somebody help him?" Kira asks quietly.

But no one volunteered.

Scott looked at Lydia who still had a perfectly manicured hand over her glossed lips. Her green eyes were wide in fear and worry. She was watching as her friend was slowly dying.

Scott knew what was happening wasn't healthy. He knew it wasn't good for them or Stiles.

He didn't blame Stiles for what happened when he was possessed by the Nogitsune. Kira's mom told him everything about the Nogitsune, that she could. How it would take over its host. Torture them and their loves ones. Everyone thought that the Nogitsune wanted to wreak Havoc of that around it. Yes it was a trickster, but it was worse than that. It liked to mess around with people's heads. Play games and ruin them psychologically. That's what it did to Stiles. It made him witness, feel, and know all that it had done while using his body.

Scott couldn't blame him.

But somewhere deep inside him, he couldn't forgive his friend. He knew it wasn't the Stilinski's fault. They all knew it. But something dark inside the recesses of his mind would whisper conspiracies against his best friend. He knows it's the left over Nogitsune in his own mind. But it was hard to ignore.

Scott watched as Peter turned to all of them with a sneer that surprised Scott.

"What the hell is wrong with you all? Can you not see what is happening to him?" Peter asks incredulously.

Fury was rolling off of him on waves, like a furnace. It was almost overwhelming. His smell rancid with frustration and anger.

Derek glances passively at his uncle, "and do what? How can we help him when we can't even help ourselves?"

Peter gave him a bitch face, "Oh boo hoo, you guys lost a little hunter girl and a wolf. Do you not understand that your not the only ones who lost them. Sure you have to deal with the loss, but how would you survive if you had to live with the thought that your the one who did it?"

Scott stared wide eyed at Peter. Where was all of this coming from? How would Peter know what they, or Stiles, felt?

Peter stared at Derek in the eyes, "You blame yourself for the fire. You know what it does to someone."

Silence rang through till Malia spoke, "It want his fault though."

Peter looked at her, "Try convincing Stiles that. I bet none of you have even bothered to tell him that it wasn't his fault. How is he even supposed to fathom the thought that it wasn't?"

The bathroom door opens then and Stiles come out. He looks worse off. Sweating; shaky and pale; shallow, quick breaths, "Sorry, I, uh, needed a moment so, uh, yeah, text if you need anything."

They watch he'd as he left the loft. Scott saw him trip on his way out. Heard him run down the stairs and to his jeep.

Peter sighed and gave them all a look, "Stop ignoring him. He fading away, and whether you like it or not- he's what holds this pack together. Without him we are useless."

He gives them all a look and leaves himself.

Scott has a hold of Kira's hand as silence fills the loft. He closes his eyes and thinks about how crappy a friend he's been.

He ignored Stiles.

At first he was getting over Allison's death. Then he was so filled with rage that he was afraid to be around the human in case he wasn't able to keep control and listened too closely to that little dark voice. Then he was just afraid. To go near Stiles in general.

He learned from Kira's mom, also, that the Nogitsune didn't just randomly choose it's host.

It chose someone with the potential to do terrible things, or someone who has a spark, a brightness to them, that it wants to snuff out. Scott liked to think it was the brightness it wanted to snuff out but he wasn't so sure.

Stiles was so quick to give Derek up, to kidnap Jackson and even brought up killing the Kanima turned werewolf with little remorse. He had a darkness in him that scared Scott sometimes. He didn't know if it was just part for who Stiles was or if he was playing around, but it scared him none the less.

He loved his best friend and it hurt to see him like that. The flinch from Peter's touch was horrifying to say the least. It wasn't a surprised flinch or a 'ew Peter's touching me' flinch. It was a 'please don't hurt me anymore' flinch.

Derek moved to the table anymore and looked at the things Stiles had brought.

Scott had thought it would be good for Stiles to see the pack. Know he's not alone, and the packs around that were sniffing around Beacon hills were a good excuse.

Derek sighed, "I want someone on patrol every night. If it's the Gardener pack then we have nothing to worry about,  but if it's the Stryker pack then we are in trouble, I'll get in contact with the Gardener pack, i doubt the Casonita pack would leave Los Angeles."

Scott sighed and shared a glance with Lydia who looked down in shame at having let Stiles get this bad.

He felt the same.

The bad thing was he wasn't so sure he could help Stiles- if any of them could- or if they really wanted to.