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Something was up with Scott, and it had the whole pack concerned.
It was thanksgiving weekend and the college members of the pack were back in town and those of them still in high school were off for the holiday. Even Derek and Braeden were back in town to celebrate with them, as was Isaac and Hayden.
Isaac had come back home not long after the whole situation with Monroe. The pack was all too happy to have him back, though the newer members were a little confused by him. Isaac got on well with them though, and he and Malia developed an interesting relationship. Not romantic, but more like bickering siblings than anything else and it often drove Stiles mad.
Hayden moved back a little while after Isaac did. She had told her sister everything one night after her sister almost got shot on duty. Hayden couldn’t handle the thought of her sister dying and never knowing the truth, so the two of them sat down over some pizza and talked for hours. After that they moved back to Beacon Hills, her sister had sat down with Scott and told him they came back because it felt wrong to take Hayden away from her pack.
It didn’t take long for his two bitten betas to get back together. Their relationship was different from before, but that was a good thing.
Isaac moved back in with Melissa and Scott, Scott still went to college but chose one close enough to Beacon Hills that way he could still live at home. The pack wasn’t all that excited about that and tried to convince him to go to one he really wanted to, but nothing they said had convinced the stubborn alpha.
But this time it wasn’t just Melissa, Scott and Isaac. Chris also had moved in with the McCalls.
Everyone was excited and happy to spend the holiday together without anything supernatural getting in their way. However something else got in the way. Something completely unexpected, though maybe it should have been.
Something had been up with Scott for the past few months that had the pack Worried. But over the week, the closer Thanksgiving came the worse Scott seemed to get.
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Melissa noticed it first. It was a month after Isaac had moved in and about a week before everyone was scheduled to arrive. Melissa was in the kitchen cooking dinner enjoying a well deserved day off when Scott had gotten home from a shift at the clinic.
“Hey sweetheart.” She called from the kitchen as Scott hung his keys by the door. “How was work?” She placed the knife she was using down on the counter and turned to face him.
Scott smiled at her. “Hey mom. It was good, we didn’t have anything too serious, just a lab doing the usual lab thing and ate something it shouldn’t have.” He explained while leaning on his elbows and forearms against the counter clasping his hands together.
Melissa smiled. “That’s good. How was classes today?” She asked turning back around to finish chopping the vegetables on the cutting board.
“They went okay.” Scott started as he watched his mom slide the already chopped carrots into a bowl and grab another one. “I think my professor Mr. Keith likes to torture his class though.” Melissa laughed and Scott smiled at the sound.
“Why’s that?” She asked cutting off the end of the carrot and grabbing the peeler.
“He gave us-“ Scott cut himself off for some reason and Melissa turned around to see if he was okay. “Scott?” She asked looking her son.
Scott was now standing fully, while his hands were gripping the edge of the counter and his eyes were locked onto her hands and the peeler in her grasp. “Scott? What’s wrong.” Melissa was starting to get concerned, she stepped forward a little and that seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was in.
“Umm… ya.. I’m fine.. it’s-just.. um.” Scott stumbled over his words his eyes flickering to hers and the and peeler. His whole body was tense like he trying to stop himself from moving.
“Just what?” She asked again stepping forward just a little bit more.
“MOM! WAIT! Wait!” Scott ran around the counter and stood right in front of her.
Melissa flinched back a little at the sudden movement. Scott’s hands hovered over hers shaking slightly, like he was restraining himself from simply snatching the item out of her hands.
“Ho-how about I. Um… how about I peel the carrots?” He smiled while asking but it looked tense as did the rest of his body. Melissa wasn’t even sure he was breathing.
“Scott? Are sure that you’re okay baby?” She was completely confused about his behavior. And even more worried, she’d never seen him act like this before.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. It just that…. I want to help you with dinner. Can’t a alp- son help his mom cook dinner for their pa- family?”
“I mean yes you ca-“ Scott snatched the peeler out of her hand before she could even blink. Sometimes she forgot her son possessed in human speed. Scott’s whole body seemed to relax with the tool out of her hands.
“Okay…” Melissa glanced up at Scott then shook her head. She’ll just keep a close eye on him and if he wants to help cook dinner that just means keeping an eye on him will be easier.
“You can finish peeling and cutting the carrots while I start the chicken.” Scott nodded and began peeling the skin off the carrots.
Melissa moved to the fridge and grabbed the bag of chicken that she put up last night to marinate. She then moved the pan that she put on the stove earlier closer to herself and turned on the stove with a click. Scott’s head twitched at the sound which indicated to Melissa that he had been paying close attention to what she was doing even though he wasn’t looking at her.
She then grabbed a stick of butter from the counter and unwrapped it dropping the butter into the pan. Scott who had started chopping the carrot had now stopped and she didn’t have to look at him to know that he was staring at her. Deciding to ignore him she opened the bag and turned to the small island and grabbed the pan of flour she had prepared.
She then took out a breast and placed in in the flour making sure to coat it completely. After that she shook some of the excess flour and raised the chicken over pan, she started lowering it down when a hand grabbed her wrist causing her to drop the chicken she was holding on to the ground.
Thankfully it didn’t drop into the pan. If it had it most definitely would have splashed her arm with very hot butter.
She stood frozen for a second before she turned to look at the person who the hand belonged to.
Scott was staring at the pan, his face was coated with fear. His eyes were bright red and his brows were pinched together he looked, tariffed. Melissa could visibly see him breathing quickly as his chest and shoulders moved with each breath. But his body was tense and the grip on her arm was firm.
“Scott.” She spoke gently. “Honey you there?” She placed her other hand on Scott’s rubbing her fingers over Scott’s hand. “Can you let go please?”
At her request Scott’s face twisted. It was like he was fighting himself against whatever was going on in his head. He let out a whine similar to one a dog would make if it was sad or in pain as he shook his head slowly to say no.
At that moment Chris walked through the door, stomping his boots on the mat on the floor. “Hey Mel. Smells go-“ he cut himself off as he finally noticed the situation in the kitchen.
“Melissa.” Chris spoke his blue eyes looking at the scene in front of him. He was worried and she didn’t blame him.
“I’m okay.” She reassured her husband. “Just stuck. A little help?” She motioned to Scott who was still struggling, his eyes darting between her and Chris. The boy was shaking where he stood not knowing what he was doing. Maybe he did, or at least a part of him did.
Chris approached them slowly and Scott turned his head towards him then looked back at Melissa.
“Scott.” Christopher said still walking towards them. “I need you to let her go okay?”
Scott once again shook his head and whined a much louder and longer whine, like letting her go would physically pain him. Melissa’s heart was breaking at the sound of it. She could tell it was upsetting Chris as well.
She hoped he knew what was going on. She knew quite a lot about werewolves and other types of supernatural creatures. But she always forgets just how little she actually does know.
“You can do it Scott. Just let her go. Keeping her hand above the stove like that could hurt her.” Chris was right next to the fridge, holding one hand out towards Scott trying not to spook him.
Scott’s eyes got wide at what Chris said and faster than either human was ready for he moved his mother away from the stove. Melissa letted out a yelp and Chris ran over pulled her close checking her over for any injuries.
“I’m Okay!” She shouted seeing Chirs’s fear. “I’m alright.”
Scott looked back at the stove and growled at it then turned towards his mother. He walked over slowly, his head moved from side to side also checking her over. He whimpered while looking at her, he even had tears in his eyes.
“It’s okay baby. I’m okay, you didn’t hurt me.” She told him cupping his one cheek that he leaned into when he was close enough.
Chris walked over to the stove while this was happening to turn it off. Scott’s head snapped towards him at the sound of his foot steps and the alpha ran over wrapped his arms around the ex-hunter and pulled him away from the stove.
“SCOTT!” Chris shouted in shock. The werewolf placed him down next his mother and moved to block the way to the stove stopping either of them to get to it.
“Scott we need to turn the stove off.” Chris said slightly jarred from how fast Scott moved him.
Scott growled at them then looked at the stove behind him, then back to them. “No.” He said, his voice echoing as he talked. “ Not safe. ”
Chris and Melissa shared a look. “Scott the stove saying on isn’t safe. We need to turn it off okay? You can do it yourself if you want, but it needs to be off.” Melissa spoke hoping he’d listen.
She watched as his eyes, still red, went wide. Tripping over his own feet, he turned around and turned off the stove as fast as he could.
“ Chris! What’s going on with him?” Melissa whispered while Scott wasn’t focused of them.
“I don’t know.” He whispered back to his wife, keeping his eyes on the young alpha. “How long has he been acting like this?”
“Not long, just a few minutes. He came home from work and was acting normal then out of nowhere he just-“
The pan fell onto the ground with a thud that echoed throughout the kitchen. Chis pushed Melissa behind him. “Scott?” He asked carefully.
Scott stood next to the now off stove, his whole body shaking and his eyes were tightly shut.
“Scott? Sweetheart.” Melissa slowly moved from behind Chris and walked towards her son. “Baby you back with us?”
She moved the hot pan out of her way with her foot and carefully walked through the spilt hot butter. Scott’s one hand was gripping the counter by the stove and the other on the island, his one hand by the stove was very close to some of the spilt butter. Melissa, as gently as possible touched Scott’s hand trying to move it away from the still sizzling substance.
At her touch he seemed to finally come back to himself. Scott shook his head and blinked his eyes a few times. Melissa took his one hand into her own and rubbed her thumb on the back of it as he did so.
“There you are. Deep breaths.” Scott did as she asked, looking around the room. Brows pinched in confusion.
“You good Scott?” Christopher asked from behind Melissa. He had used an oven mitt to pick up the pan and placed it in the sink and tossed the chicken that was on the floor into the trash. He now had his attention on the mother and son.
“Wh-what…. Did.?” Scott looked around the kitchen and closed his eyes. He shook his head again then opened his eyes again. “Did i?” He asked again looking at her.
Scott looked around again, his eyes slowly getting wide. “Oh my, I lost- Mom!” Scott looked at his mother, his eyes frantically looking her over. “I’m so sorry! I don-, I don’t know, I’m normally so good at stopping it.” The last part was said in a whisper, but Melissa and Chris still heard.
“Stopping what?” Chris asked.
“This has happened before?” Melissa asked at the same time as Chris.
Scott looked between the two of them. “Nothing, nothing it’s fine.” He said beginning to back away and took his hand away from his mother’s grip and brought it to his chest.
However he looked almost pained, like he was forcing himself to walk away.
“I’ll go get something to clean this up! I’m really sorry mom, Chris. I didn’t mean to scare you, I promise this won’t happen again.” Scott quickly walked away before either adult could say anything.
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Next it happened with Lydia and Stiles. The three pack members had all piled into Stiles jeep and made their way to a local restaurant. The three of them fell instantly back into place as if they were never apart.
Lydia sat in the back listening to Stiles go over all the details of a case he was learning about. Scott had asked him half way through his explanation if he was aloud to tell them. Which had also concerned her, she was quite sure the FBI wouldn’t be to happy about one of their agents telling his friends about their cases.
“Nope!” He had replied way too easily. Making Scott burst out laughing as Lydia smacked Stiles upside the head.
She made sure to tell him he was an idiot. All he did was laugh at her though and then tried to explain his reasonings why he could tell them. Scott laughed at almost all of his reasons, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t.
His two main reasons were. “I’ve gone through literal war with you both! Noway I’m not telling you guys anything!” And “I mean, who’s better to keep highly classified secrets than two supernatural creatures?”
Scott and Stiles began their own conversation from there, while Lydia sat back and enjoyed listening to them.
It was nice. The three of them being back together again. She had missed them both deeply, despite them calling almost every night and coming home every weekend they could. But those times can’t recreate the moments they had back in high school when they saw each other every day.
Of course she had missed the rest of the pack. Their parents, Malia, Parish, Derek, Braeden, the younger ones, and Isaac and Hayden. They were all part of the family they had built, the family she could have never imagined of having.
But Scott, Stiles and Alison were the start of that family. It was just them in the beginning, then slowly more came just as some left. There will always be a hole in her heart that Alison left, and she knows her boys have one too.
They were the first two real friends other than Alison she’s ever had. Maybe that’s why they try and spend as much time together by themselves as they can. The last three original members.
Stiles, the boy she always thought was weird and odd. Became not only one of her closest friends, but the person she fell in love with. The one who showed her how she deserved to be loved. Scott, who somehow became someone she trusted without a doubt, and looked up too, also became the brother she didn’t know she needed and now couldn’t live without.
She was reminded every day and time spent with them just how much she never wants to go back to how she was. She was pulled away from her thoughts as they pulled into the parking lot. Stiles tried to turn off the Jeep, but struggled as the poor car stayed on.
“You’ve got to kidding me.” He said smacking the dash board. “I fix one thing, then something else breaks!”
“I think you mean you stop one problem for a while till the problem comes back or is worse. I’m not sure you’ve ever really fixed a problem with this car.” She said leaning forward between the two front seats.
Scott patted Stiles shoulder as Stiles head began to hit the wheel. She rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag and fixed her hair. “Come on Scott. Better let him do his ‘magic’.”
“Rude.” Stiles said sitting back up and trying the key again before waving them off.
Scott hopped out of the Jeep and closed the door behind him. Lydia watched as he lifted his head into the air slightly, his brows pinching together in concentration. She couldn’t help but smile sadly at the behavior. Scott at some point not too long ago had picked up the habit of smelling the surrounding area every time they went somewhere.
Everyone in the pack knew about it, and they all agreed not to bring it up anymore. He seemed to do instinctively, not knowing what he was doing till someone mentioned it, and if someone did mention it he always seemed to ‘snap’ out of whatever trance he was in and became embarrassed and ashamed of what he did. He would then actively try and stop himself from doing it till he couldn’t help it anymore. The last time someone mentioned it he had stopped doing it for almost two weeks, and the whole time he looked like a ball of anxiety ready to explode at any moment.
Like if he didn’t allow himself to do it he couldn’t focus on anything else except trying not to do it. Nobody liked seeing him like that. So, they just decided not to mention it anymore.
It calmed him, Derek had told them. The other werewolves did it on occasion, but usually just when they go somewhere new. But Scott did it everywhere. Deaton had told them Scott did it to make sure everything was safe and that there was no threat or danger around. But he had also said it could be related to some kind of PTSD. Sadly he had failed to mention it could get worse, which it did.
Scott didn’t just check out the area for the pack, if they all were going somewhere together he actively wouldn’t let anyone out of the car until he was sure the area was safe. Then he would open everyone’s door for them one at a time and make sure they were okay before going to open the next door. When he first had done it he almost had a full on panic attack when they had gotten out of the Jeep before he was able to get out. He made them all get back in, then one at a time he opened to their door, only after he managed to calm himself down. They had asked if he was okay, asked what was going on, but Scott didn’t even seem to know why he freaked out to began with. Once they had explained what had happened he looked like was going to throw up and had apologized over and over again.
He had promised several times that he wouldn’t do it again. But it was obvious that one, he couldn’t seem to help himself, and two, he didn’t even realize when he did it.
They had gotten used to it quickly though. Even had gotten used to him doing it whenever they went into a building or leaving it. Stiles had found hilarious the first time he had done it to Derek.
They had told Derek about it, but she guessed he didn’t realize just how serious Scott took it. Scott had road with Derek in his car to Scott’s house for a pack dinner that day. They were all inside waiting for them when they heard Derek’s car pull into the driveway. Stiles and her went to the door to greet them and were just in time to see it.
Derek, who had been driving, opened his door just as Scott was moving to open his own. They watched as Scott’s head snapped to look a Derek as the older werewolf began to get out of the car and watched as Scott grabbed Derek by the back of his jacket and yanked him back inside. They heard Derek shout in surprise as he fell back into his seat with his legs still out the door.
Scott then manhandled him back fully into the car then got out himself, walked around to the driver side door, slam it shut as Derek watched wide eyed. Then got back into the car and grab Derek by his shoulder and proceeded to lecture him like a parent to a disobedient child.
Stiles was dying of laughter, bending over in hysterics and clutching his stomach. As Scott McCall, one of the calmest and most levelheaded people she knew lost it. Red eyes and all Scott was giving Derek Hale one of the biggest lectures of his life. She watched as Derek shrink a little in on himself with blue eyes looking at Scott with an unreadable expression from where she was. As Scott, who Lydia believed was now talking in Spanish, used his other hand to help him talk. Waving it around wildly.
At some point Melissa came out to see what was taking them so long and shook her head a few times struggling to believe what she was seeing. “I guess I now know what I look like when I lecture Scott.” She said before heading back inside. Stiles, who had recovered slightly nodded his head. “Like mother like son.”
Scott eventually letted go of Derek and walked out of the car and Lydia could tell he was shaking. After a while of just standing by the passenger door Scott wiped his eyes, which indicated to them that he had been crying. Then walked around the front of the car and opened Derek’s door for him. Derek got out of the car and closed the door all while looking intensely at Scott. Then he pulled him into a strong hug.
They went in after that, giving the two of them privacy. She didn’t know what conversation the two of them had out there, but they came in 20 minutes later seemingly a lot better. Something she also noticed was how Derek didn’t leave Scott’s side once.
After Scott seemed to deem it safe he walked over and opened the door holding out his hand and smiling that sweet way he does. “Thank you.” She said taking his hand and getting out of the Jeep. She brushed off her dress and double checked her hair in the side mirror while Scott went over to the driver side door.
As she walked to where the boys were Stiles was stretching with his arms above his head. “Jeep working?” She asked coming to stand next to them.
Scott nodded. “Took him a couple of good hits, but she’s working again.” He said patting the roof of the car.
“Yup!” Stiles said smiling proudly. “Was there ever any doubt?” He asked crossing his arms and leaning against the driver door.
“Yes.” She said making Stiles scoff. “That Jeep is on its last few tries.”
“Naa.” Scott shook his head. “She’ll out live all of us.” He said patting the car again then motioning for them to follow him to the restaurant.
Scott walked in first and as suspected he prevented them from coming inside as he sniffed the air. The doors were glass so they could see him easily from outside. Stiles shook his head and leaned closer to her to whisper. “ I know we all agreed not to say anything, but he seriously needs to stop doing that. Or at least not make it so obvious.”
“He can’t help it, you know that.” She whispered back. “Besides, Deaton said it’s not good for him to suppress those types of instincts.”
Stiles sighed and rolled his head then looked back to Scott. He had to go through a another pair of doors before he was actually in the restaurant. Right now he was in a small waiting room slowly walking around doing whatever it was he was doing.
Stiles rubbed the back of his neck. “ I know.” He whispered back. He then gestured to Scott with his other hand. “ But, he needs to find a way of doing this more discreetly. You know how many hunters we get here! He’s not exactly doing the best job at keeping his werewolflyness a secret! ” If he wasn’t whispering the last part would have been a shout.
“We have to talk to him about how he’s acting at some point.”
She nodded at his words. Then look at the ground thinking. She knew he was right. She really did, but she didn’t know how they were going to have whatever conversation they needed to have. They’ll have to talk to the rest of the pack before they do anything. They’ll especially have to talk with Deaton.
Lydia looked at Scott who seemed to have finished doing whatever it was he was doing. He turned around now facing her and she cursed under her breath. She quickly opened her purse and began rummaging through its contents. The small noise she was making caused Stiles to look away from his phone and look at her.
“Lost something?” He asked moving a little closer. “It might be in the Jeep.” He said using his thumb to point where the Jeep was parked.
Lydia shook her head. “Nope.” She then pulled out a pair of sunglasses and handed them to Stiles. He raised a brow as he hesitantly took them from her. “Thank you?”
“They aren’t for you.” She answered him closing her bag then pointed to Scott who was walking towards them. “They’re for him.”
Stiles looked where she was pointing and his eyes nearly bursted from their sockets. He pulled open the door right as Scott about to push it open. “Crap! Scott!” He pushed Scott back through the doors into the room and moved him into a corner keeping him out of sight as Lydia made sure no one was around.
“What crap dude! Your eyes!” Stiles fumbled with the sunglasses and almost dropping them on the floor.
He looked up at Scott whose head was tilted a little. “Scott?” Stiles asked now getting a better look at his brother’s face. “You there Scotty?”
He waved his hand in front of Scott’s face but only got a few slow blinks in return. His eyes were the same bright blood red as always, but his pupils seemed bigger. Scott moved a little closer to Stiles and placed his hand on Stiles shoulder and tilted his head more.
“Yeah… you’re off in happy wolf land or something.” Stiles said taking Scott’s hand off his shoulder and put the sunglasses on Scott’s face, covering his eyes.
Scott growled slightly showing his fangs and pulled back then went to grab the sunglasses. “Nope! No, buddy don’t do that.” Stiles said pulling Scott’s hands away. “Good werewolves keep the fancy sunglasses on.”
Scott made some kind of huffing chuff sound and tried to move away. “Scott!” Lydia snapped after watching Scott and Stiles fight for a few minutes. (The last thing they needed was to draw attention to themselves.) Making the werewolf and the human both freeze. She walked over and pointed at him. “Stop it right now. Stiles said to keep them on so you keep them on or I’ll be very upset with you.”
For a second they just stood there till a long heart shattering whine escaped Scott’s throat. “Oh on.” Stiles said looking alarmed as he backed away from Scott letting Lydia take over.
Lydia closed her eyes silently yelling at herself. When she opened them Scott had tears coming down his cheeks from under the sunglasses. She should have known better.
“Scott i didn’t mean-“ Scott cut her off by pulling her into a tight embrace. She blinked a few times and looked at Stiles over Scott’s shoulder. Stiles was looking at them with his mouth open and his one hand in his hair. He met her eyes and shrugged his shoulders not knowing what to do. Lydia flicked her eyes towards the Jeep parked just outside and tossed her right hand over her shoulder and pointed to the Jeep. She watched as Stiles understood what she was saying and pulled his keys out and nearly fell while running out the door.
With Stiles talking care of the car she had to deal with Scott. She had to get him out of this room before anyone in the restaurant came to investigate. But first she had to calm him down.
“Scott.” She said trying to make her voice as calming as possible. The only reaction it go her was another whine. To be honest she wasn’t even sure Scott could understand her.
She has seen him do similar stuff like this a few times, but it’s never been this bad.
“Scott.” She tried again, trying to get out of his arms. Which turned out to be the wrong move.
Scott inhaled quickly, like her action tariffed him and pulled her closer burying his head in her shoulder. “Don’t.” He said quietly. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.”
And if his reaction didn’t break her heart his words definitely did. His whole being was shaking in her arms. The last time she had seen Scott this broken had been that night in the library, with blood covering his eyes and dripping off his claws and dried on his cheeks. He was panicked and it wasn’t allowing him to focus on healing.
It had remained her of that time with Stiles when he was having a panic attack. The only thing she could think of was to distract him, so she kissed him. So she had told Malia to kiss Scott, it was unexpected but it worked I got him to stop panicking and allowed for his body to heal his eyes.
But this time was different, this time her friend wasn’t entirely present. That night in the Library all of the adrenaline that kept him going during the fight was gone . But even then he was still there, still present, still Scott. She breathed in and out, exaggerating each breath to make it easier for Scott to copy her. “Come on Scott, I need you back with me.”
She did it a few times and soon Scott’s breathing matched hers. “Good job Scott.” She said pulling away to look at him. She could see the red glow behind the tinted glass of the glasses. His hair was a complete mess from him rubbing his head against her shoulder.
She gently fixed some of it with her hand then took both of Scott’s hands in her own. “Alright, now I need you to follow me okay? Just hold my hand and stay by me.” She smiled up at him then took a quick glance at the doors to the restaurant.
Thankfully no one was watching them. People in Beacon Hills have gotten pretty good at not getting involved in the pack’s business.
She lead Scott out the doors and was beyond thankfully he followed her. They quickly walked to the Jeep where Stiles was anxiously waiting. As they got up the Jeep Stiles jump out to the car to see if he could help. Just as Lydia was about to talk to him Scott letted go of her hand.
“Scott?” Stiles asked looking at him in worry as the werewolf slowly looked around in confusion. “You back buddy?”
“Wha- what?” Scott asked looking at them with his head tilted.
Lydia didn’t speak she just watched standing next to Stiles as Scott slowly came back to his senses. He shook his head then brought his hand up to his face and flinched when he touched the glasses.
“Why…?” Scott slowly took the sunglasses off and looked at it in complete confusion. He turned it over in his hands then finally looked at them.
“How did?” His eyes had a foggy look to them, it was clear was still wasn’t fully back.
“Come on Scotty.” Stiles grabbed Scott’s arm and gently lead him to the passenger side door. Scott followed without a complaint. He still held the sunglasses in his hand and was looking around trying to figure out what was going on around him.
“Stiles? How’d? Umm.. what’s,” Scott stopped moving and rubbed his left temple squeezing his eyes shut as his breathing started to pick up again. Lydia could tell he was starting to panic again. She quickly ran over and placed a hand on his shoulders coming to his other side to help Stiles.
“We decided to go somewhere else for lunch.” She said taking Scott away from Stiles so he can open the door. “This place is way too packed for Thursday.”
“Yup!” Stiles said as he helped Scott in and quickly buckled his confusion friend. “Who wants to go from fancy sit down place anyways! I say we get some good fashion fast food burgers and milkshakes! What about you Lydia?”
Lydia quietly jumped in the back and got herself buckled. “Sounds perfect to me.”
“Then it sounds like a plan!” Stiles said from the front and started up the Jeep and pulled out of parking lot a bit faster than necessary.
Only a minute after they pulled out into the street Scott spoke. “I did it again didn’t I?” Stile shared a quick glance with Lydia in the mirror.
“Yeah you did.” Stiles answered honestly.
Scott leaned his head back against the head rest and sighed. He brought his arms up to his face and balled up hands and pressed them against his eyes. Lydia placed her hand on Scott’s shoulder as Stiles patted his leg.
“What’s wrong with me?” The werewolf asked no one in particular. “I’m losing it.”
Stiles and Lydia again shared a quick glance before Stiles answered. “I don’t know Scotty.” He replied honestly. “But I do know a good cookie dough milkshake might help take your mind off werewolf crap.”
Scott laughed, but it held more exhaustion than it had earlier. “Sounds good to me.” He said before closing his eyes and listening to the sound of the Jeeps engine.
He’s 50% sure it’s not supposed to sound like that. But it’s a nice distraction.