Dissipate - Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Twenty Two

Scott has another crisis. He's lost his phone. Right now I'm heading over to his place and I have no idea why I'm even bothering. Scratch that, yes I do. Stiles is there. Something just about happened between us last night. If Scott hadn't called would it still have happened? My brain is telling me it was nothing and right now I'm starting to believe it. Why would he want to be with someone like me?

I pull up outside Scott's house and race out of my car, into his house and up the stairs, tripping "gracefully" up the stairs. Or I wish it was graceful. I bust into Scott's room to see him and Stiles tearing the whole room apart.

"Wow, Scott. You're really dedicated to finding your phone, aren't you?" I say with wide eyes as I look around at the destruction. Scott ignores me and looks up at Stiles.

"Call it again."

"It's not here." Stiles says back to him, standing up. "So your phones lost. Why don't you just get a new one?"

"I can't afford a new one."

"Dude, you're the only one out of us with a job. What do you even spend your money on?"

"Not important right now, Claire. And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek." Derek's missing?

"Well, 'A', you're not alone. You have us." Stiles points between us and I nod in agreement, stepping closer to the boys. "And, 'B', didn't you say Derek walked into gun fire? He sounds pretty dead." I snap my head towards Scott.

"What? When did this happen? Is he okay? Why didn't anyone tell me?" I fire off, shock settling in on the situation.

"It happened last night. Stiles will explain it later. I have to find my phone." Scott says looking around him before looking back at us.

"Seriously? Wow, thanks for the information." I say sarcastically and fold my arms across my chest in annoyance. He always does this, and I'm pretty sure Derek's life is more important than a phone, even if he did choose Peter's side.

"Argent's plan was to use him to get to the Alpha - they're not gonna kill him." Scott says quickly to Stiles and I. Okay, so the Argents are involved. I'm still so confused.

"Alright, so just let them do what they're planning. They use Derek to get to Peter, problem solved." Stiles says, throwing his arms up a little.

"Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek! I can't protect her on my own. Which means we find Derek first. Just help me!" Scott says, frustrated and bends down to look under his bed for the third time since I've been here. Stiles and I just stand in our spots, watching him. I see no point in looking around the room. It's obviously not here.

"You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting." Scott was fighting, okay, another fact. "You remember that? When he was trying to kill you, after you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson?" Derek, Jackson, Scott. Got it, kinda. "Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behaviour here?" Scott stands up and looks at Stiles and I.

"He wasn't going to kill anyone. And I'm not letting him die." Scott says in a matter of fact tone.

"Could you at least think about letting him die? For me? I look at Stiles and hit him lightly in the arm. "What?" Stiles looks at me with a slight smile, shrugging at me. "Obviously I'm joking."

"Are you though?" I question him with a teasing smile.

Stiles and I look over at Scott and my smile vanishes. Scott is tense with a broken puppy look on him face.

"What's wrong?" Stiles questions in a soft tone.

"My mum just got home from work." Scott says, heartbreak crawling across his face.