Not Fragile

Unexpected Barrier

Stiles POV

After we got to the loft my nerves were still in edge. I fed on Scott. Once inside I immediately felt Lydia's eyes on me. "Stiles..." I looked at everyone in the room. I could smell their emotions.

The smells of being afraid, hateful,confused loyalty, but Scott was different. He was always the exception. Scott walked forward eyes locked in mine. "Stiles, please come back to us. We know we screwed up. Taking this anger out on Beacon Hills isn't what's right. I know I've gotten through to you. I need you to make a decision."

I couldn't believe my ears. They wanted me back. "Will I have to worry about certain people plotting my death. Yes. Scott it isn't all black and white." Scott sighed.

"Do it for yourself Stiles. Not for me. Not for your Dad. Not for Beacon Hills. Do you want to be with us again ? Is it what you want ?" I still extremely still and a tear fell from my eyes. When I went to reach for Scott there was a burning sensation on my arm and a flash of light.
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Scott POV

A flash of light appeared burning Stiles as he reached for me. Stiles then buckled down on the floor. Next thing I know he roars and his eyes are a slight purple white color. "Liam pick him up. We are going to Deaton's." That is when all of a sudden Derek and Peter were infront of me. "Scott...Think about what your doing. Maybe he isn't meant to be near you."

I growled lowly. "Meant to not be near me ? Just a while ago he fed on me ! ME DEREK ! This is happening for some reason and i intend to help Stiles. Whether you approve or not." I pushed past him and then Peter was in my way. "You're holding yourself back trying to care for him. Let him go, Scott. It's the only way."

"NEVER !", I shouted as I forced my way past Peter when we got to Deaton's. I told him everything. Stiles eyes were dilated. "Scott...He is crashing. He needs blood." I was a frantic mess. "Blood from where ? I can't touch him." Deaton had a vile of blood on his desk. "What is that ?" Liam asked moving closer to the table Stiles was on. "It's a blood supplement. One of you has to drink it then let Stiles feed on you. It might have to be you, Liam"

Liam turned to me with a saddened and determined look. "Do it. For Stiles." In one swift gulp Liam drank the vile and put his wrist to Stiles's mouth. Stiles's eyes shot open showing the purple white color again as he fed on Liam. When Liam pulled his arm back. Stiles's body laid still. Like he was asleep. "Deaton what did his eyes mean ? They keep turning this purplish white color." Deaton wanted to check before he was sure so he told me to try and have some form of contact with Stiles.

I gently put my hand to his face. His skin was ice cold. The barrier was gone. "Stiles is technically part werewolf. The barrier was created to block you because he is in love with you. You are his trigger. It's his mating season."

I looked at Deaton then back at Stiles and back at Deaton. "So your telling me that was his body fighting off contact with me. ? That Stiles's body put up that barrier preventing contact with me. He reached for me. I don't get it."

Deaton looked at me with soft eyes. "At least you can have contact with him now. That vile Liam took had helped, but it's his mating season. So I'd take what you say lightly with him. I don't know the technicalities for Stiles feeding on you and Liam, but be careful. Angering him now will result in a bloodbath. He'll lose control. Just watch him, ok ?"

I nodded as I picked Stiles's sleeping body up and we got into his Jeep. "Scott ?" I was exhausted. "Yeah Liam ?" Liam showed me his wrist. Two distinct fang marks noticable. "Can I borrow your sweater ? The others don't need to see this. I don't feel comfortable with them seeing it."

I gave him my sweater. He has been surprisingly well for a new beta. We had gotten back to Derek's and laid Stiles on the table. In I guess instinct, Stiles positioned himself with his arms crossed over him. Like he was in a coffin.

"So ? What's wrong with him ?" Derek was getting frustrated with me. I wouldn't let go of Stiles. "Just let me and Liam handle him. You'll just make things worse."

Liam sat down at the table with me. Issac came forward and rubbed his had through Stiles's hair. Liam had let out a whine just as soon as Issac did it.

Soon I just took Stiles home with me. Liam and Issac followed. Stiles eventually woke up. He rubbed his hand through his hair and laughed. "Why does my hair smell like mangos ?" Issac stood sheepishly. Stiles seemed cheerful. "Liam, Issac, would you mind heading a few miles from here so I could talk with Scott in private ?" Isaac and Liam were out of the door as soon as Stiles asked.

I sat down on the couch with him. He took hold of my hands. I could hear his heart beating fast. "I...I love you, Scott. I can't be alone." When he said he loved me it warmed my heart. Before I knew what was happening I leaned in. Soon I felt Stiles's gentle lips upon mine.

When I finally realized what happened I pulled away. "Stiles we can't. I'm with Kira. It wouldn't be right." Stiles silently nodded his head and rest assure Liam and Issac were back. Whining at the sight of Stiles. They jumped on the couch snuggling up to him. I've never seen anything like it.