Fox At Heart (Stiles Stilinski)

Please Stiles...

Scott leaned over Stiles bedside table, the beeping monitor making him relax slightly. It felt strange, it had only been about three hours after the incident. It was all his fault, why hadn't he kept an eye on Stiles in the fight? He should have done better, much better. He should have-

"Scott? Honey, you okay?" His mother walked up to him, taking his hands squeezing them comfortingly.

He didn't answer but she suddenly became more serious as she looked at Stiles still form "Can you tell yet?"

Scott shook his head, head in hands "No, it'll take most of the night to know for sure, if he doesn't reject it"

"But shouldn't he be...it was deadly right? So he must be healing" His mother told him, giving him hope.

Scott shook his head, whimpering "That could easily be the doctors doing their bit. They got there very quickly but it was so deep, I didn't-"

"I know, I know, shh" Melissa, his mother murmured comfortingly.

"All you can do at the moment is wait, thats all any of us can do. You need to go home Scott, get some sleep" She told him sweetly but Scott knew it was more of a order.

Stiles father had already been asked to leave by the doctors. He had been distraught and Scott hadn't even told him about the bite yet.

Scott looked down on Stiles pale form. He looked strangely fragile. Despite being human Scott had always looked at Stiles as someone strong, someone who didn't break easily, especially with Stiles limitless energy and the way he'd always been able to come out of dangerous situations with little injury or without a scratch but...it didn't happen this time.

He had forget and shamed to forget that despite his tough personality and impressive will power, Stiles was still human or had been.

Had been...

The past felt wrong in his mouth. This should't be happening his mind told him, yet it was.

Stiles was the human of the pack, thinking him as a werewolf just felt...wrong.

And this time it was all his fault! Scott felt tears prickle in his eyes, all his fault. He remembered the moment clearly.

"Breathe, Stiles, breathe! Stay with me, come on!" Scott cried, cuddling Stiles, who looked like any minute he would loose conscious. His stomach had a hole through it and he was bleeding out, ribbs cracked and maybe a punctured lung.

"S-Scott-" Stiles breathed out, eyes not that focused from the pain. All his muscles tense.

The ambalance Scott had called wouldn't get here in time, Scott knew that.

"D-dude, listen to me, Stiles! Stiles, please-d-do....do you want the bite? Stiles?! It can save you. Please! Stiles!" Scott cried, shaking him a little to make sure Stiles didn't close his eyes.

"A-ambalance" Stiles whimpered.

Scott cringed "It won't come in time, if you try and wait for that you'll, you'll-"

"Die. Huh, S-strange how things, h-happen, isn't it?" Stiles muttered.

"Stiles!" Scott cried.

The human boy, with agonising pain, managed to grab on to to Scotts hand, looking in Scott eyes "I-I'm human Scott and-and I want to die a-as a human"

"Look after m-my dad, wil-will you buddy?" Stiles asked him, weakly.

Shock and anguish sprang to life inside Scott. Before he could reply, Stiles closed his eyes, hand falling to the ground, his heart started to slow.

"Stiles! Wait! Please!" Scott cried, he could feel Stiles heart slowing and slowing and-

No, no, no!

He couldn't accept it.

Wouldn't accept it.

"I'm sorry" Scott choked out, before grabbing Stiles wrist then without hesitation biting deep into his arm..

He couldn't lose Stiles, not his brother...he just...couldn't.

So now here Scott sat, welting in guilt and fear.

He looked at Stiles and held his hand, Scotts bite wound still there.

"Please" Scott whispered "Please Stiles, just...please, you can do this, you-you always pull through"

With that and a slight squeeze of Stiles hand, Scott left.

But alpha werwolf and the unconscious human were both unaware that their lives would forever be changed come morning.