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Scott woke up in Stiles's bed. Immediately flashbacks of their childhood sleepovers clouded his mind.
All of the pillow fights and forts...
He felt Stiles's heartbeat change and his eyes opened slowly.
"How are you feeling?" Scott asked, trying to not move Stiles if he didn't want to be. He honestly looked slightly healthier if that made sense. As if with each passing second the shadow of that creature was fading from under his eyes, his skin looked less pale and those amber eyes of his seemed less unfocused. At least he wasn't as cold as last night, which led Scott to believe that there was hope...that this was something they could overcome.
"I don't know..."
Scott nodded. "Are you hungry?"
Stiles shook his head.
"Then I'll make you something anyways." Scott smiled faintly, he was just about to get up when Stiles grabbed his arm. When he looked at him expectantly Stiles backed down and just decided against speaking, letting his arm go.
Scott found a note on the fridge from John. It was brief but simply stated he was cleaning up at the station and working out statements from everyone which meant he'd be home late but he'd be home nonetheless. The teen felt a warmth spread in his chest from the simple gesture. The Stilinski family had always had an offbeat method to their communication. However difficult it was they still kept themselves strong after Claudia... Maybe he was crazy but with the losses they'd all experienced alone...wouldn't they be able to experience this without becoming shells of their former selves?
He decided to go with some eggs since he was still horrible at cooking, anytime his mother was working late he'd usually hang out with Stiles who always made something amazing from the family recipe book. That or takeout was their best friend.
Scott could hear Stiles, and he was just sitting there, one sharp rap on the door made him jump and Scott turned off the stove to see who it was.
Lydia was standing outside the door, her arms crossed with hunched shoulders... The tension in her mind was deafening but Scott simply hugged her as she entered the house.
"I'm making eggs, want some?" He asked carefully.
Lydia shrugged, "Not that hungry."
Scott sighed lightly, "Well neither is Stiles so we'll just...nibble?"
Lydia cracked the faintest of smiles, "Nibble?"
"Yeah." Scott shrugged.
Stiles came down the stairs, waving to Lydia politely. It was forced to speak but at least they were trying.
"You wanna call up Isaac, Derek and the twins?"
Lydia glanced over to Scott with confusion, "What about Kira?"
"If you want...I mean I wasn't sure if her mother would want her to stay home." Scott admitted as he flipped another egg.
Lydia nodded, "I guess...I keep forgetting she's just started school at Beacon Hills..." She almost laughed.
Stiles looked up and nodded thoughtfully, "Crazy."
"People keep coming and going like it's some damn bus stop." Lydia added with a bit more enthusiasm.
Scott snorted, "Alright it's not that bad."
Lydia huffed, "I haven't been able to get ahold of Jackson in almost a year!"
"Yeah but Jackson was always like that."
"And Danny's moving apparently." Lydia retorted.
Scott paused, surprised by the news. "No he isn't..."
"Why's it his status then?" She pushed her phone into his view as she waited for his response.
"Because I haven't told him what a stupid idea that is yet." Scott shrugged.
Stiles snorted and began chuckling, Scott found himself smiling at that wonderful sound. He set the eggs on a plate and dished out the food to the vacant appetites and pulled out his phone.
"Yeah?" Isaac answered.
"We're having eggs at Stiles's, come on over, and see if Kira wants to." Scott replied.
Isaac sounded like he was getting out of bed before he cleared his throat, "What about Derek and the twins?"
"Them too, we've got enough food, I think." Scott glanced behind him to the fridge and hoped he was right.
"Be there in ten." Isaac agreed with a hint of a smile in his voice.
"What's the roundup for?" Stiles asked quietly.
Scott opened the fridge to find more food and glanced back at his best friend who was eyeing him suspiciously. "I'm the alpha...I can feel everyone just existing, and I don't like feeling how numb everyone's becoming. We can make it through this, and we're going to start with a balanced breakfast."
Stiles smiled faintly, "Alpha..."
Scott felt a shiver run up his spine and he coughed, "Yep, big scary, all powerful true alpha."
Lydia rolled her eyes, "You're ridiculous."
"That too." Scott gave a quick nod.
Stiles covered his mouth as he began to giggle.