Lego Blocks

Nine

Stiles spent the rest of the day at his fathers side, occasionally texting most of the pack to see if everyone was okay. Everyone was fine but Stiles was still thinking about Deucalion and Derek. He didn't know whether to be worried or mad that they haven't been answering their phones.

He stayed in his fathers office. He didn't want to see the hunters that they managed to catch. He honestly didn't want to see anyone but his father.

He did want to go thank Allison's dad for saving his life back there. Stiles would be dead if it wasn't for him. The scene would replay over and over in his head and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to throw up. He saw dead bodies all the time but he never saw someone get killed before.

"You alright kiddo?" Sheriff said walking in. Stiles gave him a weak smile. "Yeah I'm okay."

"You want to talk about it?" He asked sitting in his chair. Stiles shook his head. "What time do you get off work?"

"Seeing what happened today, probably not until tomorrow morning. See if you can stay over Scott's place. I don't want you home by yourself."

"Okay." He said. "When will school open back up?"

"I say in another week." He said getting up. "I'll call Melissa."

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Scott and Stiles laid silently beside each other looking at his ceiling.

"So many people died because of us." Stiles said. Scott stayed quiet. "You think if we died it would be easier for this town?" Stiles asked.

"But then who would save the people?" Scott asked.

"We've done more bad than good."

"But the good we've done helped right?"

"Has it?" Stiles asked, looking at Scott now. "I got you turned into a werewolf."

"I like being a werewolf." Scott pointed out. "So not the point Scott." Stiles said. "As long as we keep fighting with our friends, our family, and we keep winning, there is nothing wrong with that Stiles. Innocent people will die, there's nothing we can do to stop that but we're saving more lives than taking them." Stiles blinked and look back at the ceiling.

"You're right."

"Of course I am."

"Don't get cocky McCall." Scott laughed.

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Stiles felt someone shaking him in his sleep. He groaned and look up at Scott.

"What time is it?"

"Two am." Scott said throwing Stiles a jacket and some sweat pants. "Scott I swear to god." Stiles groaned, turning to his side. "Somebody better be shot or dying."

"Aiden called, he said it was an emergency." Scott said, pulling his pants up. "It's probably nothing." Stiles said, laying his head on the pillow again. "He sounded scared Stiles." Scott stood up. "Come on." Stiles turned the opposite way. "I'm not leaving this bed without any force."

"Damn it Scott!" Stiles snapped as he was flung over his shoulder.

-break-

Stiles eyebrow twitched at Aiden.

"You called us, two o'clock in the morning, because there was no food in the house?" Stiles gritted.

"Believe it or not this is the worst thing that has ever happen to me." Aiden said.

"Can I kill him?" Stiles asked Scott. Scott let out a sigh. "Aiden, an emergency means someone is trying to kill you."

"My stomach is trying to kill me."

"I'm going to kill you." Stiles lunged at him but Scott grabbed him by the waist, lifting him up slightly.

"Nothing is opened right now. I'll come back in the morning with some breakfast for everyone." Scott said pulling Stiles away. "Try to get some sleep in the meantime."

"Fine, but if I die because of starvation, it's on you two."

"That's if I don't kill you first." Stiles glared. Aiden rolled his eyes and walked into the living room where everyone was puppy piled on the floor. Scott pulled Stiles into the kitchen, eyebrow raised.

"What's wrong? And don't tell me you're just tired because you've been grumpy all day." Scott whispered. Stiles pulled the hoodie over his head, and jammed his hands into the pockets. "I am tired Scott," he frowned. "Tired of being scared, tired of being chased by hunters and creatures. My own, ex mates-"

"Ex?" Scott interrupted him. "I disowned them so yes, ex." Stiles scoffed. "Don't interrupt me Scott, that's not attractive."

"Sorry."

"Aren't even answering their phones and I don't know if I should be extremely worried or pissed off. People are coming after you all. Not me. You guys. And I'm worried for every single last one of you and I'm just the pathetic human that doesn't know what he's doing with a pack of freaking werewolves." Stiles let out. Scott frowned at him.

"Stiles you're not doing this alone you know." Scott told him. "I'm not going to leave you with taking care of them by yourself and I'm sure our friends will be willing to help out."

"We never did things with out Derek, he knows everything."

"We know someone else who has twice as much knowledge than Derek does." Scott smiled. "He can come help us."

"If you're thinking who I think you're thinking you need to stop thinking."

"Stiles come on, whether we like it or not, he's pack too." Scott stated. Stiles let out a long groan.

"Fine." He gave in. "We haven't even seen him in so long how do we find him without getting caught by hunters?" Scott gave him a smile. "How do people find dogs?"

"They usually look." Stiles answered boringly.

"They also put up posters!" He said. "He's a human Scott. And we don't have any pictures of him."

"We can draw him, it shouldn't be that hard." Scott said. Stiles couldn't believe what he was hearing. But he gave in. He could at least give it a try, what's the worst that can happen?