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Stiles sat at his desk staring blankly at the computer screen. He had been doing it for a while now. After he had embarrassed himself in front of Theo and Scott. Scott had tried to play the guilt card but it didn't work, he didn't trust Theo. He didn't feel bad for following the guy and he also didn't feel bad for accusing him of forging his parents signature. Theo was bad news and he knew it. But Scott , poor trustworthy Scott, trusted Theo and was sure he wasn't up to something. If Scott trusted Theo then he wouldn't trust Scott. His mind immediately went back to when he wrote his signature on the library shelf.
(Flashback)
Stiles walked into the library with Scott beside him and Kira on his left arm. He tried not to grimace when he saw the couple kiss. He tried not to let his feelings for Kira get in the way of his friendship with Scott. But it was hard sometimes. The girl was just so annoying; they both were. But Stiles didn't say anything and kept quiet; just like he did with Allison. He saw Lydia and Malia and rolled his eyes. The two girls didn't really get along. Lydia tried to be as nice as she could but Malia was too feral; too wild. She relied purely on instinct and often thought about herself.
"Hurry up you three were next," Lydia said as she gave Stiles a look. Not just any look but the look like she wanted to be as far away from Malia as possible. He knew Lydia only put up with her because she was supernatural and under both Scott and Stiles's line of protection.
"Sorry Kira and Scott were in the middle of something when I found them," Stiles said with a roll of his eyes. Malia looked at him funny and raised her eyebrows.
"Dude, sorry I haven't seen my girlfriend since she went to New York can you blame me," Scott asked playfully looking at Kira with a goofy smile. Malia smiled and Lydia rolled her eyes and motioned Kira to walk to the bookshelf.
Everyone had written their initials when Scott wrote Allison's name and said that she would have even with them too. Stiles immediately went up to the bookshelf and wrote down the initials of everyone they had lost.
J.W. E.R. V.B. A.E. I.L.
"Because they would have been with us too," Stiles said looking at the dumbfounded look on Scott's face.
(End Of Flashback)
How Scott wrote Allison's initials and not anyone else's. Even from the grave Allison still managed to have Scott wrapped around her finger. It pissed Stiles off then and still now. Scott was still hanging on to Allison like his life depended on it. Who knows why he was with Kira, poor girl, she really did like Scott and he was probably using her to get over Allison.
Thunder and lightning erupted outside the house. It was only ten o'clock and he felt as exhausted as he looked. His dad had been called back into work around 7 and probably wouldn't get back in until late. So that left Stiles all alone at his house with nothing to do except stare at black walls and listen to the storm outside.
Stiles was brought out of his catatonic gaze fifteen minutes later when he heard furious knocking on his door. Stiles let out a groan and made his way down the stairs. The knocking continued and the thunderstorm outside got louder and louder.
"I'm coming okay, calm down," Stiles said. When he opened the door his mouth immediately fell open. In front of him was a soaking Liam. The boy was shivering and bloody.
"S-Stiles," Liam said before he ran into Stiles' arms. Liam buried his face in Stiles' shirt and let out a sob. Stiles, who was still in shock, pulled Liam inside and pulled him into his room.
Stiles sat in his room with a sobbing Liam in his arms. Not only was the boy bleeding but his clothes were torn and he wasn’t wearing any shoes. Stiles had a feeling Scott had something to do with this. Judging by the claw marks Malia had something to do with this as well. Stiles held his emotions in knowing that Liam could smell them. He was so sick of Scott and his pack. This was the last straw. He had lost everyone he had felt were his pups. Liam was his last one and he would kill anyone who hurt his pup.
“It’s okay Pup you’re safe now,” Stiles said and Liam whimpered nuzzled into his neck. What Stiles didn’t know was that there were three eyes watching him and Liam with anger in their eyes.
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Liam stopped sobbing around 11:30 and sat in Stiles's lap nuzzling him; not that he minded. Stiles lifted the boy off of him and sat him on the bed. Liam's lip was busted as well and definitely bleeding all over his shirt. There was a sudden pain in Stiles’ chest. Liam didn’t deserve this. He was too pure. Too innocent to be involved in all of this supernatural crap.
"Liam tell me what happened, who hurt you," Stiles asked. Liam whimpered and shook his head. Liam looked at Stiles with red eyes and tear stained cheeks.
"I-It w-was dark and-d t-t-they were running after me," Liam said with a haunted expression on his face. His brain immediately began to show him vivid images of Scott and Malia. He shuddered and then let out a whimper.
"Your hurt and I should probably take you to see Deaton," Stiles said. Liam looked at Stiles thoughtfully.
"No," Liam said. He didn't want to go to Deaton right now. There was a chance Scott might be working and he really didn't want to see his alpha after what had happened. He didn't want the veterinarian to look at him with pitiful eyes.
"Liam you're bleeding out and your wounds might bleed out overnight," Stiles said softly. Liam's shoulders sagged and Stiles went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. By the time Sties walked into the room Liam was standing in the center half naked.
“Just couldn’t wait could ya,” Stiles said which caused Liam to blush. Stiles chuckled and proceeded to drag him to the shower.
“I know how to bathe myself,into” Liam said cheekily. Stiles rolled his eyes and stood there with his arms crossed. Liam stared at Stiles and then disappeared behind the shower curtain with a huff. For the first time since he had gotten bitten, Liam felt safe.
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Stiles and Liam walked into the veterinarian's office quietly. Stiles and Liam side by side. Stiles said his arms crossed and Liam was holding on to his right arm dependently. Stiles knew there was a chance that Scott could be here and he was honestly dreading the confrontation. Scott had been his best friend since they were children and now he was nothing but an arrogant, werewolf, true alpha that thought he made the rules.
Liam tensed up when Alan Deaton opened the door. He rushed to the back without saying anything. Liam knew his heart was beating out of its chest. Stiles grabbed his arm and pulled him back into his side. Liam let out what sounded like a purr and rubbed his face on Stiles' arm. Stiles felt the need to coo at the boy hanging on his arm but thought against it.
"It's about time you two showed up," Deaton said as he turned on the light. On the table laid Brett Talbot. He was breathing steadily; his chest moving up and down but Stiles could tell that boy was barely hanging on. Stiles looked at Deaton with wide eyes and his head tilted to his left, hoping that Brett's situation had nothing to due with Scott.
“What happened to him,” Liam asked slightly concerned. His blue eyes widening and his nose twitching at the smell of the boy laying on the table. He smelled like he always did but with a hint of something else. Something stronger filled his nose and Liam couldn't deny that whatever it was, he definitely wanted to smell it all the time.
“I thought he was with Satomi’s pack, what is he doing here,” Stiles asked as he crossed his arms. Since Satomi’s pack was killed off she had left Brett here to Derek and Since Derek wasn’t an Alpha anymore; Brett was an omega. He was just a lonely pup who needed to be taken care of.
“It seems that Scott has let becoming a true alpha go to his head,” Deaton said disapprovingly. He once had hope that Scott would be a great alpha; like the Hales had once been. But Scott was not a Hale. He didn't know the power of being an Alpha.
“Oh really I would have never guessed,” Stiles said sarcastically. Deaton ignored him and pulled out a box of mountain ash.
“What happened to Brett? What’s in the box” Liam asked. Stiles could have laughed at him. He was truly adorable. So naive and so innocent.
“He was attacked by Scott,” Deaton said looking at the two. Liam was in Stiles’ arms whimpering, his head buried in his neck.
“The mountain ash is for you Stiles, I think it would be safer for you to put this around your house” Deaton suggested. Stiles sat Liam on the table next to Brett and nodded to Deaton. Liam grabbed Stiles’ desperately, whining and whimpering.
“I’m not going anywhere pup, it's okay”