The Pack

Scott's death.(MIGHT BE CANON)

IS 1 AM AND I CANNOT SLEEP WITHOUT THIS GODDAMN IDEA FUCKING MY HEAD. Now, bear with me it took me time and I never done this so please comment or vote. Now, this can be canon I still haven't decided if Scott will truly die or not. But goddamn it, you gotta listen to the music and I will say where you should listen because my head works weird.

'I'm Sorry' from The Maze Runner: The Death Cure Soundtrack by the one and ony John Paesano.

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Till the end of the line.

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Scott was exhausted and he knew that Stiles was worse. Ironic, though because Scott was the one forgetting and dying. Stiles was just wore off but he wasn't bleeding out from a bullet wound.

"Stiles, we need to get to the checkpoint." Scott whispered to the unmoving Stiles next to him.

The named man who rested his head on the wall just sighed. "Is over, is done, we lost. Deal with it."

Scott frowned. "Stiles, we can still make it."

"For what? For who? I mean, for fuck's sake we're going to die out there, there's hunters and a fucking bomb that will explode! Why not just let it explode?"

"Derek."

Stiles sighed and cried. "No, he can find someone else."

Scott gave a dry laugh. "Just like I found someone after Allison's death?" Then he frowned again. "Remind how she died again, I keep forgetting too much."

"Another reason to stay here, if we get out alive, you'll forget me." Stiles sighed.

"Remember what you told me the first day of school?" Scott ignored the previous comment.

Stiles frowned, he didn't know if Scott was seriously forgetting or he had another motive behind it but he decided to answer. "I grabbed you by the shoulders, looked you straight in the eyes and told you 'I'm with you till the end of the line'."

With efforts, Scott got up and extended his arm to Stiles. "And I replied with a smile on my face 'Till the end of the line'."

And Stiles took it.

1:29
Stiles offered to take most of Scott's weight off, the injured Alpha agreed mostly because he knew better than to let his pride get the best of him.

The hunters did not expect to see those two in their feet but were more than happy to accept the challenge. Both Stiles and Scott knew they had a limited amount of time to get to the roof before the whole building explode. They hoped that Derek would be in the next building ready to take them in.

Those hunters were sons of bitches, they enjoyed shooting at the supernatural creatures knowing they couldn't do much harm.

Stiles tried to face them but Scott was a liability, he was useless in the fight and if Stiles took his arm off him, Scott would fall off because of his injury. He couldn't do anything than shield the attacks and try to get to the stairs the quickest possible.

It was hard, mostly because Scott was starting to lose his senses, he was blacking out and the blood that bled off his shirt was starting to become a black, thick goo. But noneless, they found their way to the roof.