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[Being in an elevator with her best friend since childhood wasn't such a big deal to one Stiles Stilinski. What she didn't like however is having it stop so suddenly out of nowhere as they were riding up it. The unexpected bang startles her into slamming against Scott's shoulder and she hisses out softly in pain.] Ouch!

[After straightening up she then starts to rub her aching side, scrunching up her face at Scott dramatically as if it to say that it was his fault that everything was going wrong today.] Dude are you made out of steel or something? You have some seriously hard shoulders. Have you ever thought of using them as weapons in a fight?

[She reaches over and pushes the button on the side of the elevator that should start it up again and when nothing happens, pushes it a few more times for good measure in irritation.] Oh c'mon! You have got to be kidding me. [And as if to spite the both of them the wonderful AC that was keeping them both cool and refreshed turns off with a click and almost immediately the tiny little death trap of a box begins to warm up to an uncomfortable degree.] Seriously? This is my life right now..

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[ The sudden noise and jerk of the elevator startles him, and he brings a hand up to stop himself from lurching forward, palm hitting the metal doors, then winces when Stiles hits him. It wasn't like he meant for his shoulders to feel like steel. ]

Sorry! It's just- you know, werewolf? And.. why would I use them when I have claws?

[ It's asked as if it was a legitimate question and not Stiles just being snarky at him because he got hurt. He watches as his best friend hits the button a few times, but the elevator doesn't budge. It's never a good sign when something around here doesn't work.

Which, of course, is when the AC decides to give out. It doesn't bother him so much anymore. Since being bitten he tends to run a little warmer than normal, so the heat doesn't annoy him as much as it used to growing up. ]

Maybe try the emergency button? Isn't there supposed to be a phone or something to call out on?

I was joking Scott. [She stifles back her laughter because her giggle was too damn girly sometimes and it was embarrassing when it came out.] You have heard of the term sarcasm, right? [It was endearing how literal he took most of her questions and it never failed to amuse her.] It's fine!

Tis but a flesh wound. [She brushes off her side playfully before shuffling forward to inspect the rows of buttons on the side of the elevator.] Doesn't even hurt at all anymore.

Hm.. let me try that then. [When the red emergency button is pushed Stiles impatiently waits for someone to call on the other end, her shoe thumping rhythmically on the floor. By this point Stiles was beginning to feel the heat as sweat started to accumulate on the ends of her temple, her cheeks flushing a dark red.] What the hell? It's not even working!

[She pushes the button again and then leans forward to talk into it, her voice clearly disgruntled.] Hello? ..mayday, mayday. Can you please get us off this stupid death trap already!? [She was so not enjoying this little trip whatsoever. One of her hands tugs at the corner of her shirt uneasily, eyebrows furrowed.] I'm literally sizzling over here! [She pulls away and slumps against the wall of the elevator with a sigh of frustration.] Enjoy your time while it lasts Scotty-boy.

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Only if I hadn't met you. [ He smirked at the statement. He was so very familiar with Stiles' sarcasm that he often wondered if the other teen had another setting. ]

I don't think- [ He stops when Stiles hits the button again, then listens to him speak into the intercom that definitely doesn't sound like it works.

Scott looks up, eyes the door along the ceiling, no doubt used for the electricians for servicing or fixing something. He might be able to pry it off, but he doesn't think it might be that safe- for either of them- to try getting out that way. ]

Hey, hey does your phone work? [ It hits him then, as Stiles slumps against the wall, that both have their phones on them. He pulls his out to see if they get any reception, just enough to maybe call Stiles' dad to get them out of here. ]

Wow you probably just saved us a lifetime of wallowing in teenage angst in this little box with that wonderful plan! [Her face brightens up into a smile (that almost looks quite pretty and girly in nature) and she rummages to take out her phone from the pocket of her jeans.] Good job Scott.

I'll get you a dog bone later when we get home. [Ah she couldn't resist throwing the dog jokes in there. If her best friend was a werewolf it was a given that she needed to make fun of him at least once or twice. After putting her dad on call Stile places it against her ear, fingers wiping away sweat from her neck.]

Ugh.. please answer dad. [The sinking feeling in her stomach intensifies when the phone continues to ring.] For once in your life answer your stupid phone! [When she gets to his voice-mail she pulls her mobile away from her ear and ends the call with a scowl.] We are totally screwed, Scott. We aren't getting any reception either.

[Tucking away her phone Stile leans the side of her face against the walls of the elevator in a desperate attempt to cool down. The freshness of it relieves her for a short while but it's not enough to stop her from beginning to breathe heavily, hair disheveled and all over the place.] Why am I the only one to suffer in this? [Stupid werewolf's and their freakishly weird body temperatures.]

[ Scott grins at the praise, feeling like he'd done something right in the problem they're facing. He dials his mom on his own phone, figuring they'll get one of them at least.

But then the call cuts out and he pulls the phone away from his head, looking down at it and frowning. No bars. Awe, man! ]

Yeah, me neither. The call just cut out. [ Well, that certainly blows. He lets out a heavy sigh and looks over at Stiles, at how uncomfortable he feels in the heat. Then he remembers the folded paper he had in his back pocket. Taking it out, he unfolds it and then folds it in half before holding it out to Stiles. ]

It's not much, but it might help?

[The look she sends Scott is a grumpy one that could almost rival Derek's but she takes the offered paper regardless. She isn't mad at him but at the situation that they were in. Being stuck in tight spaces without any AC on didn't sound like a good time for her.]

My hero! [Stiles has enough in her to jokingly bat her eyes at her best friend as she fans herself with the piece of paper.] Thanks. [The silence between them afterwards is deafening and it makes Stiles restless as she shifts on her feet uneasily.]

I'm seriously going to melt into a human puddle here. [Almost suddenly Stiles goes quiet, a pondering look on her face. She seems to be hesitating by the look on her face as she glances over. What makes it even more weird is how her heart suddenly spikes up and begins to beat anxiously. The werewolf in the elevator would also be able to smell uncertainty rising from her.] Uh.. I don't think this piece of paper is working at all.

So I'm going to [She begins the motion of unzipping her red hoodie and throwing it on the floor besides her feet.] ..Just take a few layers off. [She was obviously uncomfortable with the idea of stripping by the way she nervously fiddled with her plaid shirt which she takes off seconds after, leaving her only in her graphic t-shirt and jeans. Of course there was the risk of overheating which she had no intentions of doing.]

So uh.. [Turning her back on Scott she kicks her shoes off followed by wiggling out of her pants to reveal cute boyshorts underwear for girls that Lydia demanded she buy. It was amazing how that red-head goddess knew from the start what her actual gender was. The last thing to go was her shirt and her hands unconsciously wrap around her stomach where the faded line of the scar was from her possession remained.] M-Much better. [This was mortifying to extreme levels. She wouldn't turn around for anything unless Scott decided to make the first move.]

[ The scents he could get coming from Stiles bothered him. Well, the anxiety he was used to smelling, so that wasn't new. But the uncertainty and the quick heartbeat were, at least in a situation like this which he didn't think was that bad. Of course he was also not bothered by the stifling heat, so there was that. ]

Uh, okay, sure. [ Scott shrugs a little, it's not like seeing his best friend in nothing but boxers was going to kill him, he's been Stiles' best friend for who remembers how long now.

Except when the pants come off, it's not boxers that Scott sees but girl cut boyshorts. It's similar to the style he's seen Allison in before, back when they were still together. He raises a brow but doesn't say anything. Whatever Stiles wants to wear is his choice, Scott will stand by his best friend.

The way Stiles holds himself after his shirt comes off worries Scott. He knows about the scar, had been there when they bandaged him up, but Scott didn't think it was that bad. It was proof that Stiles survived. He should be proud of it.

So, the teen takes a few steps closer and puts his hand on Stiles shoulder, turning him around to face him. ] Hey, man, you know it's not that-

[ His words are cut off when he turns Stiles to face him, gaze dropping to the teen's chest where he sees- he sees- well... boobs. Which fires off all sorts of confusion in his brain because why would Stiles have boobs? ] Uhhh... why do you have those?

[She barely has enough time to squawk out a response as Scott turns her around and the silence between them is tense until he breaks it off with his question which has her sputtering out:] What do you mean "why do you have those?"

Did you think that they suddenly just appeared out of nowhere by some magic spell? [Stiles could of never looked so more offended then she did right now and she takes the time to throw her shirt in Scott's face in embarrassment for his blatant staring, hands unconsciously rising up to cover her chest. It was true that Scott has seen her in her in actual boy boxers before but it was never to this extent that she stripped down completely. In this case she had no other choice but to do that to escape the stifling heat.

Usually Stiles never really bothered to put a bra on since they felt constricting and uncomfortable to her - and to be honest her breasts were not that huge to consider it a problem with not wearing one anyways, unlike Lydia and Allison who always complained about their back problems in the past. She was totally regretting not wearing one today of all days that somehow decided she needed to have a heart to heart with her best friend while standing in the nude.] I have always had them Scott!

Wait a minute.. [A pause as the look on her face changes to disbelief followed by a shocked laugh escaping her lips.] Don't tell me you never knew? [When she presses her bare back against the smooth wall of the elevator she barely feels the cold as it seeps through her skin, lips pursed and intent eyes waiting for an answer.]

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[ It doesn't even occur to Scott that he might have been staring a little too long until he gets a face full of shirt, which has him shaking his head and pulling it away, holding it in his hand.

The question kind of has him floundering for some sort of excuse that he could use for never noticing that his best friend was a girl this whole time, but he comes up empty.

Instead he just gets embarrassed and a little pouty. ] No! I mean, I never thought about it before! You were just Stiles, my best friend!

Am I really that unattractive that you couldn't even tell my gender apart? Is this seriously what my life is right now? [The exhausted tone in her voice pitied with her face makes her look kind of like a sad little child. Good job there Scott, way to make a girl feel insecure.]

Uh.. why couldn't you been a size bit bigger? [She stares down at her chest sulkily fingers gripping tightly for a moment before letting them fall to her side. No use trying to cover them up anyways. He already has seen an eyeful and a little more wouldn't be such a big thing anyways. She was too overwhelmed to be embarrassed by her half nudity.] I'm seriously going to kick your wolfy ass McCall for not realizing that I had tits [She makes a motion to said breasts with her hands for emphasis and then at her crotch.] and a vagina! [She was more exasperated then anything so her words had no true bite to them.]

Even Lydia figured it out way before you became a werewolf. [She was tempted to ask how he did not smell out her "time of the month" when she was around due to his heightened senses as a werewolf but figured that was too weird of a question.]

What? No! I think you're really pretty? [ He doesn't mean for it to sound like a question, he's just sort of sputtering it out, because what do you say to that??

Scott's face is even more red and he can't help it when his gaze flickers down for a moment before snapping back up to Stiles' face. And keeping it there. He doesn't think he's ever been more embarrassed in his life! How could he not have noticed before!? ]

I'm sorry! You just always dress like a boy so I thought you were a boy! [ It's not like there weren't a few girly looking dudes in their school, and he wasn't going to just start pointing that stuff out to his best friend and potentially offend him. Which apparently didn't matter since he did that anyway.

As for that question, he generally tried to block that particular scent out of his head, considering he lived with his mother and attended a school full of girls and women. ]

I'm sorry, Stiles, for never noticing.

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[He's barely paying attention as he slides into the elevator at Beacon Hills Memorial. His heart is beating quickly in his chest. They hadn't let him ride in the ambulance with his dad and he'd had to call for a cab, which took forever to arrive. His phone battery died on the way to the hospital. There's blood staining his hands, his shirt.]

Come on, come on.

[His voice is barely a mumble as he hits the button for the floor where they'd taken his dad and waits for the elevator to start moving. He's not really aware that there's someone else on the elevator with him and his gaze is locked on the numbers above the doors. Second floor. Third. Before it reaches the fourth floor, the elevator lights flicker and the elevator lurches to a stop.]

Oh you gotta be kidding me. Son of a --

[He slams his hand into the doors like that'll make it start moving again.]

[ He doesn't really need to be here, but after dying and coming back- again, god how many times has it been now?- his mother had demanded he stop by and get looked at, even if only by her. If it does anything to ease her mind, he'll do it.

Scott doesn't expect to see Stiles- hasn't talked to him at all since that night outside of the clinic. But since his encounter with Theo in the Library, he thinks maybe he owes it to Stiles to hear what happened from him, not what Theo told him.

So when he sees the teen slide into the elevator before it closes, he's stilled speechless. Then he takes in the scents coming from his friend (still his friend); anger, fear, anxiety. Blood.

He can smell blood on Stiles.

Scott jerks at the loud sound, then takes a step forward. ]

Stiles...

[He starts at the sound of Scott's voice suddenly right behind him and he curses under his breath - not because he's pissed that he's trapped in an elevator with Scott - but because it's unexpected. He turns quickly to face him, equal parts relieved to see him alive and in one piece, and guilt immediately flooding him. He eyes his best friend warily, in a way he's never had to look at him before because they'd always been on the same side before.

And he's not sure that they are anymore. He's not sure that they ever will be again. And he doesn't know how to fix it.

For the first time in the duration of their friendship, Stiles has no idea what to say. He wasn't prepared to see him again right now, like this, and he doesn't want looking at Scott to hurt, but it does.]

What are you doing here?

[ The look Stiles gives him hurts. It's one he'd expect from Derek or Peter, but never Stiles. It makes his chest ache in a way it never has before. Scott doesn't know what to say either, to be honest. So he stands there for a few moments, letting the silence fill between them until Stiles speaks again.

And he hates how accusatory it sounds (to him), like he has no right to be here, in the same space as Stiles. When did that happen? How could he have let it become like this? ]

I- my mom wanted me to get checked out.

[ He glances down to his middle where his shirt is a dingy dark red and there are five noticeable holes. ]

Are you okay? You smell like blood, did something happen??

[Stiles isn't entirely sure how they got here either. There hasn't been enough time to process the truth of what's happened: that Theo has torn the pack apart, and his dad might be dying, and that he and Scott aren't friends anymore. He's pretty sure that's what happened the other night. It was the equivalent of a break up between best friends, wasn't it?

And he knows he deserves it; he knows that he doesn't deserve Scott's friendship. That he never has. If anything, he's held the other boy back. He's always needed Scott more than Scott ever needed him.]

Asthma again? [Worry spikes through him, but he shoves it away because it's not his place to worry about Scott anymore. And the werewolf appears to be breathing just fine. It takes him a moment to let his gaze drop to the finger-sized holes in his shirt. It's stained with blood and for a minute, Stiles just stares. He lifts his gaze to look at Scott once more, not even hearing the rest of his questions.]

What the hell happened?

[ If Scott were a mind-reader he would would be denying every ounce of that. Scott does need Stiles, because it's Stiles that helps him stay human. He's pretty sure he'd be dead right now if Stiles hadn't helped him when he was first turned.

Looking back up, Scott shakes his head. ]

Theo killed me- or tried to, I guess? I think I was dead for awhile, though, at least that's what Mason and my mom said.

[ Scott sighs a little, looking down and fingering at the holes in his shirt, skin still tender from recently healed wounds. ]

You were right. Theo's not who he says he is.

[His chest tightens painfully at that. He knew. He knew Theo was going after Scott, had set him up or something, because Theo had told him as much, and then delivered him the worst choice known to mankind. He wishes the guy was in front of him so he could punch him a few more times. His knuckles ache at the memory of how good at it had felt to hit him. To see blood on his face. It's the least of what Theo deserves.]

You were dead.

[His voice sounds distant, hollow, even to his own ears and he has to look away at Scott's admission. The hell of it is, he'd let Theo into the inner circle even if he hadn't intended to. Even if he hadn't wanted to. Because they shared secrets that neither wanted coming out to Scott. And now he knows the truth: that it was all a setup. For what purpose? he wonders as he leans heavily against the elevator doors. Did he really think if he killed Scott, the rest of them would suddenly decide to follow him? It would never happen, regardless of how much a mess his friendship with Scott is now.]

Yeah. For about twenty minutes, I guess.

[ It's somber when he says it, and a part of him still can't believe he made it back. He doesn't remember anything, this time. Just... blackness. ]

Mason said my mom went kinda crazy, that she kept trying to bring me back, until it worked.

[ And none of them really know how, either, but obviously it did. His mom thinks it's because he's the true alpha. But Scott thinks, if he was a true alpha, then nothing should be as messed up as it is now.

He wouldn't be losing his best friend. ]

[He just stares at him. Scott's voice is quiet, somber. That makes three times that he's died. The first time had been voluntary and Stiles had died, too. When Deaton had offered them a chance, a way to save their parents, none of them had hesitated. The second time he'd been dead for almost an hour, to make the Benefactor think he was dead for good. It had also been voluntary. It had been Scott's plan.

But this? This was murder. Actual premeditated murder. Scott had been murdered.

A shudder runs through him, followed by a surge of anger and he turns and punches the elevator doors again, harder this time.]

That son of a bitch.

[ Scott moves forward at that, reaching out to put his hand on Stiles' shoulder, not wanting him to hurt himself. He knows the other teen can get a bit explosive when he's angry, but he doesn't want Stiles to get hurt, either. ]

It's okay- I mean, it's not okay, but I'm okay.

[ And Stiles had been right, he never should have trusted Theo so blindly. Scott just wanted so much to be a good Alpha, to his pack, to anyone who might need someone. He thought that's what Theo wanted, really wanted. But he was wrong, and it literally cost him his life, however briefly he might have been gone. ]

No, it's not okay, Scott!

[He rounds on him, expression somewhere between pissed off and distraught, because those are the two emotions currently vying for control.]

None of this is okay.

[His hand is throbbing and he flexes his fingers, trying to lessen the pain. Or possibly intensify it. Wasn't pain supposed to be some kind of anchor? That's what he needed right now: an anchor. Because he felt like he was out in the middle of the ocean, unable to keep treading water.]

[ This time Scott doesn't flinch or step back when Stiles turns to him, and he holds his hands up in placation. ]

I know, I know it's not. And it's my fault, I get that. [ Which is true. He's the one who let Theo get close, he's the one who trusted Theo when Stiles warned him not to. He's the one who let Theo tear their pack apart without even knowing it. ]

I'll find a way to fix it. I want to fix it.

[ He wants to fix them, too, but he doesn't know how. Reaching out, Scott takes Stiles' hand and begins to siphon the pain from him, little by little. ]

Scott McCall | Teen Wolf

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