Chapter 7

                                    

                                          
Scott's POV
                          
I'm about five minutes away from Derek's loft when my phone starts ringing. I lift it up and see Malia's calling me. Shit, she was the ones worried about Stiles and I just completely left her standing.
                          
I pick up the phone and say, "Hey, Malia."
                          
"Where the hell are you?" she responds, wasting no time to get to the point.
                          
"Um, Derek called."
                          
"And what was so important that you had to leave without telling anyone? Kira's losing her mind over here."
                          
I wonder what to say and end up simply saying, "Stiles."
                          
"Oh my gods, I'm so sorry. Is he okay? Damn it I knew something was wrong. I should've tried harder to find him. He's not hurt is he? Or, or. No, no way, he can't be. You would have told me if that happened right?"
                          
"Malia," I say, trying to cut off her rambling. "From what Derek told me, he's fine. I'm not there yet and didn't get much information from Derek over the phone but I'll call you later with more details, okay?"
                          
"Where are you going? I'm coming too."
                          
"No, Malia, from what I do know it's best to not have too many people, okay?"
                          
"Scott, come one, you can't stop me."
                          
Knowing I can, I slightly growl into the phone, asserting my dominance and Malia slightly whimpers back.
                          
After a second, she finally says, "Okay, okay. Just call me if he's really in trouble, okay? I might know more about certain things than you. I was in Eichen for a while and learned a lot of stuff, including about him."
                          
"I will, I promise." I say that with certainty, because no matter how much I fake it, I know she's telling the truth and there are just certain things I can't understand. "I gotta go now. I'll call later. Bye."
                          
She responds with "bye" right before I hang up and stop my motorcycle in front of Derek's loft. 
                          
Derek's POV
                          
I hear Scott's bike and realize he's finally here. Looking over at Stiles, it doesn't seem like he's noticed. He's watching some cooking show on the TV and I take it as my cue to go outside to talk to Scott before he talks to Stiles. 
                          
I walk out and see Scott taking off his helmet and walking up.
                          
"Hey," I say to him.
                          
"Um, hey," he replies, not quite sure what to say. "So, is Stiles inside, or?"
                          
"Yeah, he is. But, I needed to talk to you first."
                          
"Of course, about?"
                          
"This is gonna be kind of a lot so don't freak out, okay?" I look at him as he's confused for a second before nodding at me to go on. "Stiles isn't okay. And he hasn't been for a while. Even before the Nogistune. I hope you're aware of the panic attacks and nightmares from when his mom died?"
                          
"Yeah, of course, those are kind of impossible to forget. But he got counseling and they mostly went away."
                          
"Until the recent events. Stiles, Allison, and you were all affected by the same thing, just in different ways. Obviously Stiles had to deal with way more than either of you but did you ever stop to think why he was all of a sudden getting all these panic attacks and nightmares while neither you nor Allison were?
                          
"It's because he never fully healed. And I don't know if you've tried, but breaking something that's been broken before and is still trying to heal makes it nearly impossible for it to ever get fixed again. I think that's what's happening here. Stiles never got over his mom, not truly anyways. The Nogistune just brought it all back up with everything else that has been going on too."
                          
"Everything else?" Scott asks, seemingly confused.
                          
"Please don't tell me you're that blind. He blames himself for everything. From the sheriff's station, to coach, to Barrow, to that sword in you, to Aiden and Allison. He thinks it's all his fault. And no one has been there to tell him otherwise."
                          
"What are you talking about. We've all said it's not his fault!"
                          
"But did you really say it like you meant it, or did you just say it to make him feel better." Scott looks broken and I add, "Look, I know you and everyone else doesn't blame him, but at the beginning, for a brief second, you did. And that's all it took for him to blame himself too."
                          
Scott looks down on the ground as everything that's been going on with Stiles slowly hits him. "Gods, what have we done."
                          
"I don't know. But now you have a chance to go in and fix it."
                          
And with that, we both walk back into the loft, not even close to ready to face Stiles again. 
                          


                          
A/N-A bit of a longer chapter compared to the last two but this one I wrote in like half and hour so enjoy!