Forever and Always (Sciles)

6: Confusion

"Why the hell didn't you fight back, Stiles? We all know that you can fight. You could've easily defeated Scott, if you wanted to." Derek scowls.

"Because I refuse to hurt the person that I love with all my heart, no matter what. I could never hurt Scott or use my powers against him, not even if he tries to kill me, like he just did. I just can't, Derek. I don't expect you to understand." I reply as I turn away from him. Derek sighs and walks over to me. "Actually, I do understand, Stiles. That's how I felt with my girlfriend Paige. We were in high school together. I truly loved her. Then, Peter came along and ruined everything. I didn't want to kill her, but she begged me to. I don't think I've ever been the same since that day. The most obvious thing that proves this are my blue eyes instead of gold eyes, but the internal thing that proves it is my broken and fragile heart." Derek admits to me. I look over at him again, surprised that he opened up that much to me.

"So that's why you're such a sour wolf." I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. Derek rolls his eyes.

"Yes, Stiles. That's why I'm such a sour wolf, as you would call me." Derek sighs in defeat and shakes his head slightly. "I'm really sorry about Paige. That must've been really hard for you. I hope that you'll be able to find someone again." I tell Derek with sincerity. Derek looks into my eyes and smiles at me. "Thanks, Stiles." He says.

"No problem." I reply. We then both look down at Scott's unconscious body. I noticed that he has shifted back into human form. "Why the hell was he attacking you anyway?" Derek asks in confusion.

"I'll explain on the way to Deaton's animal clinic. I'm hoping that he'll know what to do and how to keep Scott contained until we find a way to bring the real Scott back." I reply. The two of us quickly pick Scott up, wrapping one of his arms each around our shoulders. We start walking back out of the woods. "How did you find me anyway? Why were you out here?" I ask Derek curiously.

"I was just out for a run when I heard a lot of yelling and panic coming from the lake area, so I decided to see what was going on. Lucky I did, otherwise you would have let yourself be killed." Derek answers.

"It's good that you don't want to hurt Scott, but there is a point where that sort of thinking is completely stupid. Like today, for example. You need to at least defend yourself, Stiles. If the real Scott was here, he would want you to defend yourself against him too." Derek reasons with me.

"I know, but I just can't do it. I'm sorry." I say as we continue walking. An awkward silence fills the air for a few minutes until Derek finally speaks again. "So, explain to me why Scott tried to kill you?" Derek looks over at me, raising his eyebrows questioningly. As we walk to the animal clinic, I explain everything from the nightmares and hallucinations that Scott was having to what I figured out as he was attacking me just before.

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We walk into the animal clinic, thankful that there is no one around at the moment. I'm also glad that Scott hasn't woken up and tried to attack again. Deaton looks between Derek and I worriedly as we walk towards him. "The others are already waiting in the back room. Malia and Kira are here too." Deaton explains. I nod in response and keep walking along with Derek, helping hold Scott up. We walk into the back room where everyone else is waiting. As we lay Scott down on the metal bench, Kira rushes over and gives me a hug. "Stiles! I'm so glad that you're okay! When Lydia called me and told me what happened, I was worried sick!" Kira exclaims mid-hug.

"Don't worry about me, Kira. I'm fine." I tell her as she pulls away.

"How did the date go?" I ask as I look between her and Malia.

"Yeah, it went really well." Malia smiles. Kira nods in agreement, a small blush crossing her face.

"That's good." I grin at the couple standing across from me. They're really cute together. I'm glad they're happy. Just then, Deaton walks into the room with a very serious expression on his face. I'm glad someone has already told him what happened because I would rather not explain it again. It hurts too much. "What are we going to do with him?" Lydia asks worriedly.