Invisible String. Stiles Stilinski (1)

xlvi. weight of the world

     Amelie froze. This is what he was hiding. This is what made him so anxious and fidgety. She dropped his hand.

     "Well, he was going to kill my dad. Huh?" Stiles panted. "Was I supposed to just let him?"

     "You weren't supposed to do this," Scott yelled. "None of us are!"

     "You think I had a choice?" Stiles yelled back.

     "There's always a choice."

"Yeah, well, I can't do what you can, Scott," Stiles shouted, water dripping down his forehead. "I know you wouldn't have done it. You probably would have just figured something out, right?"

"I'd try."

"Yeah, because you're Scott McCall! You're the True Alpha! Guess what? All of us can't be True Alphas!" Stiles was fuming. "Some of us have to make mistakes. Some of us have to get our hands a little bloody sometimes. Some of us are human!"

There it was. The elephant in the room, the one thing Stiles held inside of him for so long had finally been set free.

"So you had to kill him?"

"Scott," Amelie scoffed in disbelief. He was not getting the message, was he?

"Scott, he was going to kill my dad!" Stiles begged.

"But the way that it happened... There's a point when it's... It's not self-defense anymore!"

If it was anything Amelie knew about Stiles, it was that he would never kill anyone in cold blood, and the fact that Scott didn't believe that meant he didn't know his best friend... at all.

"What are you even talking about?" Stiles retorted. "I didn't have a choice, Scott!"

But, Scott didn't answer, he just watched his best friend with a mix of emotions. Anger, hurt, sadness. Disappointment.

"You don't even believe him, do you?" Amelie narrowed her eyes.

"I want to."

"Clearly," Amelie muttered under her breath.

"Okay. All right, so... So, believe me, then," Stiles stuttered. "Scott, say you believe me. Say it. Say you believe me."

"Stiles, we can't kill people that we're trying to save," Scott shook his head.

"Say you believe me!" Stiles shouted, walking to Scott, who flinched and stepped away. Amelie was shocked.

"We can't kill people. Do you believe that?" Scott said quietly.

"Well, what do I do about this?" Stiles nodded. "What do you want me to do? Okay, just be... Scott, just tell me how to fix this, all right? Please, just tell me— what do you want me to do?"

It was quiet for a while before Scott finally said, "Don't worry about Malia or Lydia. We'll find them. Maybe... Maybe you should talk to your dad," Scott glanced at Amelie for a second before he walked away into the animal clinic.

With all the emotions Amelie was feeling, anger was on top of the list. After everything Scott and Stiles had been through, Scott thought so low of Stiles, it made her blood boil. She gave one last glance at Stiles, who was staring at her, begging her to believe him. She gave him a nod, placing her hand on his cheek for a second before she followed Scott into the animal clinic.

"You son of a bitch," Amelie said through gritted teeth, glancing at Theo who was leaning on the wall with a smirk. Why was he here? "After everything you've been through together, this is how you treat your best friend? Your best friend who has been with you since you were nothing. All for what? For self-defense, for protecting himself and his dad? You choose to believe whatever lie has been put into your head over Stiles?"

"It's not a lie," Theo interrupted.

"I wasn't talking to you," Amelie snarled, eyes flashing lilac for a moment, before turning to Scott again, who was staring at the floor, "You know, I get it, Scott, you have the weight of the fucking world on your shoulders. You want to save everyone. But, you can't do that without Stiles. You lost me, you lost Malia, not to mention Kira, who no one is talking about by the way, and now you lost Stiles. I hope you're happy with your newest member, because he is all you have left."

With one last glare at Theo, she walked out of the animal clinic to find Stiles gone. She wasn't going to let this affect them. She believed him, and it didn't take a genius to know it was self-defense. She just had to tell him that.