The Pack

Chapter 16: Derek & Scott's talk.

There's only two ways a second-in-command can  become an Alpha, the first one is to be passed down the power and the second one is for the Alpha to die.

In the beginning, the second-in-command existed as a precaution if the Alpha died one day without explanation, like that the pack wouldn't fight nor choose who they saw fit to lead them, the second-in-command would act immediatly.

Mieczyław 'Stiles' Stilinski was chosen for the job after Scott died in the library, he decided to make his best friend and oldest member his second-in-command because he had what it took and he also knew he would be strong if anything happened to him.

Stiles didn't like that so much, the idea of not having Scott around. After his mother's death, there was only two people he could fully trust and those were his dad and Scott, he never fully thought about losing them, he knew it could happen but for some odd reason, he believed it couldn't happen to him. He needed them to be with him forever and it took him time to realize that it wouldn't happen.

He was afraid of being an Alpha, he was afraid of being unable to live up to the name 'Scott McCall', afraid of being a bad Alpha. Those were his fears when his best friend made him his second-in-command but those were just secondary problems, the primary, the major one was being able to life without his best friend and Alpha. That's why every day, he prayed for him to live one more day.

But no one has it all in their lives and Stiles was about to face his biggest fears, live without his brother and being an Alpha, all at the same time. And it overwhelmed him, it made his head spin like crazy and his breath to hitch. He tried to show a tough face around his fellow packmates but each knew how he felt. Even Derek Hale, whom he didn't talk anymore. He had bigger problems to attend, now that it was sure that he would be an Alpha.

It was all too confusing, his uncle and his Mexican friend were now involved in the fight and Doctor Fenris was now a friend, a good friend but a confusing friend. Scott tried to take some of the weight off Stiles's shoulders, he took the heavy stuff and left the light to his friend, to try to ease him. But his condition kept growing and growing and he knew he wouldn't last too long. Even with the pills he was prescribe.

•••••••

"Stiles?" Scott asked from the living room.

Everyone was having an 'off day', after spending a week working since Scott's diagnose, they felt that they actually needed some time off even if the clock was ticking, ticking for what? No one knew. Rapp and Mateo were in town and helped the Sheriff and once a week, they came back to report any unusual aspects and Doctor Fenris came from time to time, trying to figure out if what Scott had could be cured.

Stiles came from the kitchen, he looked worse than he did a week ago, he barely slept so, he had huge bags under his eyes, he was paler than usual, his hair was all messy and his clothes dirty but his eyes told everything. Determination and sadness could be seen from those dark brown eyes.

"Do you need something, Scotty?"

Scott smiled at his nickname. He looked far much worse than Stiles if that was possible, he had bags under his eyes thanks to the nightmares he suffered each night, his hair was out of place not because he wanted it to be but because he began to forget how he used to style it, his clothes were beginning to mix up but he still had that feeling that made him Scott.

"I am bored, Stiles. I forgot the last time we did something fun and with everything that's going on, we need some fun time!" He exclaimed. "Come on, let's do something."