Scott looked over to your sleeping form. The 'McCall' on his jersey laminated in the moon light beaming through his bedroom window.
He couldn't help but stare at you. Wondering what you were dreaming about. Just days ago you were close to death. Now here you are save and sound in his room.
He was surprised your parents even aloud you to come over. They never did before. They were afraid something might happen. So was his mother, but she trusted him more then your parents did. After all she is his mother. She raised him right. He wouldn't do anything unless you were truly ready.
He sighed rubbing his face. No matter how much he tried to take his mind of it, he couldn't stop thinking about that night.
"Scott we gotta get out of here" Stile called out, shielding Lydia in case anything bursted into the room.
The pack was trapped in one of their class rooms, as hunters tried to break in the front, Scott was trying to get out the back, but something was jamming the door.
"I'm trying" he growled.
Liam, Mason, Theo and Malia were stuck making sure the door the hunters were trying to burst in through stayed shut. Stiles stood back with Lydia not wanting to get in the way.
"Malia, help Scott! Stiles come help the others" you order. Both were quick to listen. Stiles shoved the top of the door with Theo, and Liam. Whilst you and Mason sat on the ground pressing you backs against it.
Scott and Malia dug their claws into the sides of the door. Unhinging the door, throwing it to the side.
"Finally" Liam and Mason cheered, running out of the room. As soon as they were out of site Theo let go of the door giving the hunters an upper hand.
You, and Stiles tried to run as soon as you could. But you were too late.
All Scott heard was the sound of your screams as a bullet went through your abdomen.
He almost lost you. Just like he did Boyd, Erica, and Allison. He was so close to never seeing you again, never hearing you make a terrible joke, or laughing at one of his, almost never being able to say "I love you" again.
It was a wake up call he didn't know he needed. From now on he would be there no matter what, even if people would be upset about it.
"Baby?" The sudden sound of your voice snapped him back to reality.
"You okay" you asked.
"Yeah, just thinking" he answered, pulling you closer to him.
"Well that's dangerous" you joked, leaning up to get a clearer view of him. He face glowed in the moon light, making him look like an angel from drawings you saw as a child.
"Hey, you're dating me" he laughed.
"Yeah, well, I like a challenge" you smirked. "Now as much as I love our late night talks, we have a long day tomorrow, and you need some rest" you continued.
"I can't stop thinking about that night" he admitted.
"I'm here, I'm safe, and I will be as long as I'm with you" you said. You brought your hand to his cheek, rubbing your thumb across it. He shut his eyes at the contact, thinking about how it was close to never happening again.
"You can't promise that" he sighed.
"No, I guess I can't, but if you keep worrying about the past, you'll miss the future. Then you'll be upset about something else. I love you, and I know you love me, and that you're worried about me. I worry about you, too. But I'm not going to let it take over, neither should you" you spoke with such optimism he realize just why he fell in love with you in the first place.
You were going to be for as long as you could. Though neither of you knew when that would end, it never stopped you, and never will.
