Uniquely Normal

Formality

I sat on Scott's bed while Stiles sat in a chair across from me and Scott shuffled around his room, looking for his phone.

"Call it again." Scott told me without looking up.

I sighed. "Scott, it's not here. I've called in 7 times, you would've found it by now."

"Okay, so you lost your phone." Stiles cut in. "Why not just get a new one?"

"I can't afford a new one." Scott said, still looking around. "And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek."

"Well, first of all, you're not alone, you have us." I said, gesturing to me and Stiles. "And second of all, didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead to me."

"Argent's plan was to use him to find the Alpha. They're not gonna kill him." Scott told us.

"All right, so then just let them do what they're planning, you know?" Stiles suggested. "They use Derek to get Peter: problem solved."

"Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek!" Scott exclaimed. "I can't protect her on my own! Which means we either find Derek first or- j-just help me!"

I jumped back in response to his outburst. "Scott, how about you calm down and think about this logically. You probably lost your phone while you were fighting Derek."

"Yeah, when he was trying to kill you after you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson?" Stiles pointed out. "Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here?"

"He wasn't going to kill anyone." Scott defended him. "I'm not letting him die."

Stiles sulked in his seat. "Could you at least think about letting him die? For me?"

I chuckled at his pleas, before trying to cover it with a cough when I realized that now wasn't the time for jokes. Scott finally gave up looking around his room for his phone and sat down on the bed next to me. I noticed his head perk up and he slowly turned his head to look out his window.

"What?" I asked him.

"My Mom just got home from work." He told us without looking away.

I looked to Stiles and he shrugged before looking at Scott.

"Is she okay? What's she doing?" He asked.

Scott paused before answering. "Crying."

After a few more moments, he sighed and turned back around, looking down at his lap where his hands lay. I slowly reached over and placed my hand on top of his.

"Scott, you can't protect everyone." I said softly.

He shook his head before looking up at me. "I have to."

After he said that, he got up and walked out of the room. I listened as his footsteps went down the stairs. I groaned and fell back on his bed, staring at the ceiling with my hands laying on my stomach. I heard Stiles softly laugh at me.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked him without looking at him.

"You." He said simply.

"Is my internal suffering funny to you?" I asked jokingly.

I heard him get up from his chair. "Of course not."

I felt the bed sink beside me, indicating that he was there. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him lay back on the bed, copying me. We stared at the ceiling in silence, when I remember us on the roof of his Jeep, staring up at the stars, and softly smiled.

"What are you smiling about?" He asked from beside me.

My smile grew as I remembered when he asked me that the night of the parent teacher conferences.