The Past Saving.

Chapter 26

Stiles had locked himself in his room after the Nogitsune incident. The only one allowed in was Scott and Lydia, Lydia mostly.

All times of the night she would come knocking at his door from a nightmare. And she would crawl into his bed. Or onto his couch, they would talk all night or just lay in each others presence. Stiles would hold her or they would stay separate.

They would cry at night.
Softly embracing each other in comfort and support.

Stiles remembered,  her soft hands wrapped around him as they watched Harry Potter. Stiles was a Slytherin as she was a Ravenclaw.

As Stiles would watch Star Wars and compare Lydia to a character. As Lydia would fall asleep halfway through the movie.

"Stiles you are a idiot." she would mutter as she snuggled up to his shoulder, her face brushing against his shoulder a few times before she settled where she wanted it before she would zonk out.

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These was the things that made Stiles fall in love with her faster.

Why was these his memories suddenly?

Stiles wondered as he watched these memories flash.
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"I didn't say it back."

"You didn't have to."

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"I love you."

"I love you too."

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"Scott. You're my best friend."

Stiles said as his body lay in his bed. He had caught a cold, somehow in between his summer.

Scott, being a Hufflepuff, just grinned as he gave him cold soup. He looked at him before eating the whole bowl.

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'The soup you forgot to cook.' Stiles said watching these memories flash. Yet he did it for Scott.
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"This...This is the one." Stiles whispered as Scott looked at all the rings in the case.

There was a beautiful ring. Silver, a small glistening diamond in the middle.

"Can I have something etched on it?" Stiles asked as the clerk nodded cocking a eyebrow at the price.

Scott sighed but smiled fumbling for his wallet as did Stiles. Unknowingly to Stiles, Scott maxed out his credit card as well.

The pictures had flashed to the night at the hotel.

"Scott, You're my best friend." Stiles took the flare.

And again to their break ups and make ups.

"I need you."

"I need you too."

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"I need you to be my best man Scotty."

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Derek flashed a grin. "You want mom to give your blessing?"

Stiles grumbled.

"Yes. I want her to marry me and Lydia."

Derek snorted.

"Yeah, good luck with that."

Stiles glared raising his sleeves his tattoos showing.

"She loves me more than you, wolfy."

"What the hell happened to sourwolf?"

"When you didn't love me anymore."

"Since when?"

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Stiles watched as Deaton placed the silver pieces on the ring.

Derek watched intently as he got a claw out.

"Where do I etch the heart?"

Stiles cringed as Derek grazed his claw against the ring lightly.

"Should have made Peter do it..." Stiles muttered.

"Yeah sure let Satan in a v-neck do it but not me."

Stiles smirked patting his head.

"Sure as hell is a better kisser."

Derek whipped around. His face was pure red and disgusted, his eyes were as wide as a saucer.

"Oh ###: no. God no!" Derek grumbled covering his eyes at the mental picture of them ever kissing. 

Stiles grinned, proud that he achieved doing this. He wouldn't ever kiss the devil. No telling what diseases the undead have.

Suddenly more memories flashed, some spotty but some clear as day.

Derek, Scott and him was in the jeep jamming out, screaming to Carry On My Wayward Son By Kansas.

Scott and him teaching Alec how to shift better, to fight and defend himself. 

He remembers  them graduating high school.  Malia, Scott, him and Lydia, all in red gowns smiling at their parents camera's. 

Derek and Stiles was in his room as he was a teenager and so was Derek. The memories of being in the Hale house resurfaced suddenly from Derek's embarrassment. God he missed them.

Stiles blinked.

Why did Derek get so flustered? Its not like he had ever kissed Derek. He didn't understand peoples embarrassment. Or maybe people didn't understand his humor and sarcasm. 

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Stiles was still confused as to why he was seeing this.

Why was he seeing these memories?