Simplicity

Stealing Hearts

**Author's Note: Kira isn't a character I wanted to include in this fic, even if she is on the show. Ethan might make an appearance or two, but it's not likely. He'll most likely be mentioned but not seen.**

"Wait, what do you mean you're the saviour?" Isaac asks, confused.

Scott stares back at Bailey, equally as puzzled.

"Isn't it obvious? You're her damsel in distress, Scott," Stiles says, smirking.

Feeling herself smile, Bailey takes one if the journals from the bed, passing it to Scott so he could scan the pages while she spoke. Getting up, she walked around to her desk, examining the board. 

"There's an old prophecy, that until now was thought simply to be another legend which states 'the levikeye who can control the mind and move the world shall be the saviour of the one true alpha, bitten from greed," she repeats.

"Bitten from greed? Does that mean when Peter bit me so that I could join his pack?"

She turns to face Scott, who noticeably had turned over Allison's picture before placing it back in the box.

"Exactly. You didn't ask for the bite; therefore it was not your choice. Though it was not your choice, the choices you did make were honourable, and your own. That's why you're the true alpha,"

He smiles, moving to stand beside the window, looking out. 

"Does the nerdy, sarcastic best friend with a heightened interest in the subject get to play any part in this?"

By now, she had given up all hope of getting Stiles to shut up, so she sighed and smiled. 

"Your job is to help Malia, for now. We don't need to lose any more friends,"

Scott's eyes shoot up at her, feeling her hopeless stare latching itself to his pain stricken stare. Nodding, he shifts uneasily and waits for Stiles and Isaac to leave.

"I'll catch up with you guys later. I just need to ask Bailey about something," he says, placing his hands in his front pockets. Isaac stares at him suspiciously.

"Come on, wolf boy," Stiles says, grabbing Isaac's collar.

"Hey, only I get to call him that, Stilinski," she says as they bounce down the stairs to the front door. 

The boys got into Stiles' jeep and drive down the street. Bailey grabs her pillow, sitting on the bed quietly as Scott stares out the window once again. 

"What did you want to ask me?" she asks finally, clearing her throat.

He turns to her, tears spilling from his eyes. "How do you do it? How can you just sit there and go about with life, as if nothing happened? Your mom is dead, I have no idea what's up with your dad but you're all alone save your aunt. How do you get over this pain in your chest that just doesn't stop, but keeps growing until you can't breathe anymore. How do you-" he asks, his voice trembling.

Wide-eyed and worried, Bailey jumped to the floor to catch him as he falls.

"Scott, Scott, I need you to look at me. Scott, it's going to hurt. It's going to hurt so bad sometimes and you are going feel like you can't breathe, as if the world decided that you weren't worthy of its oxygen anymore. It's okay and It's going to suck because all you're going to want to do is be alone when everyone is hugging you and telling you how it's going to be okay. And they're not wrong, but there is a time to be okay and there is a time to grieve. You loved Allison. You loved her so much and I know that. I saw that. It was in your heartbeat and the waves of your voice. It will get better, eventually. But there's one thing no one ever tells about after you get better.