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MHA #10- Monday afternoon

When you'd gotten sucked into a locker and spent days in there, your priorities were fairly simple upon getting out. So once Kitty got to her apartment again, there was a shower, and there was food, and now it was time for her to relax on the sofa with her laptop to catch up on everything she'd missed in the last few days.

Which meant she was obsessively refreshing the BBC's website to see how the royal baby watch was going. She'd lived in the UK long enough to claim real interest in this subject, okay, shut up.

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"Thanks," he said, stepping inside. "How have you been? I've been kind of failing on being social lately. Well, unless Derek counts."

"I spent part of my week stuck in a locker with Clint, where we fought off giant anacondas for a while," she said, a little too casually. "How about you?"

"Giant anacondas in a locker?" Stiles repeated. "Seriously?"

"Seriously. I guess it's a thing that happens? Who knew."

Someday she was going to get around to being appropriately disturbed by things like this. Maybe.

"Wow, that makes my weekend pale in comparison," Stiles said. "I went home again. It went as well as you would expect. Probably worse than what you would expect."

"Uh oh." She gestured to the sofa, because this seemed like a sitting down kind of conversation. "What happened?"

"I went back for a cross country meet," Stiles said, sitting down. "And I find out on the bus that the night before there had been a huge fight between us and the alpha pack that left my Derek presumed dead and Scott with a gross, bleeding, gaping wound in his side that wasn't healing."

And this was the good part of the trip home, how sad was that?

"Derek's not dead, by the way. But we thought he was, and that's why Scott wasn't healing. He felt responsible for what happened so it was some psychosomatic thing that was stopping the healing process."

Werewolves were such drama queens.

"That's... super worrying," Kitty frowned as she sat beside him. Seriously, Scott, what. "Is Scott okay?"

And shh, she was going to be relieved about that Derek. And if she knew he'd been off getting healed via magic vagina she'd tease this Derek about it forever.

"Allison sewed him up, tricked him into thinking he was healing and then actual healing happened." Weird how the mind worked. "But things got worse. We had to stop at a motel that night, not knowing that the werewolves on the track team had been inhaling wolfsbane all day on the bus."

"Wolfsbane, it does different things to werewolves depending on what kind it is," he explained. "The person behind the human sacrifices needed three werewolves to die so he used wolfsbane that would make werewolves want to kill themselves."

Kitty wasn't really sure she wanted to know how this got worse from here. "Is everyone okay?" she asked slowly.

"They're alive," Stiles said, leaning his head back against the couch and looking up at the ceiling. "I spent all night trying to keep them from killing themselves. Boyd tried to drown himself, Ethan took a handsaw to his stomach, Isaac was hiding under the bed like a scared kid. None of them knew what was happening."

"...Oh my god." Don't mind her, trying not to picture someone trying to kill themselves with a handsaw. "Are you okay?"

"I'm not," he said, shaking his head. "I'm really not. I almost lost all of them. I almost lost Scott twice in one day. I had to burn Boyd and Isaac with flares just to get them to snap out of it."

She wasn't going to go into how she wanted him to just stop going home, especially since she knew that argument really wouldn't work after this. Instead, she tried to slip an arm around him in a hug. "You did awesome."

"I really didn't," Stiles mumbled, allowing himself to be hugged because, let's face it, he needed it. "Things are getting out of control again. Just like last year. Erica and Heather are already gone and Scott...god, Kitty, you have no idea how close I came to losing Scott."

"But you didn't. And he's going to be okay," she assured him. "As much as it sucks, you can call this one thing a win in the end."

"I guess." It didn't really feel like a win to him, but that was because he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. "If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell Derek about it?"

Realizing that probably required more of an explanation before Kitty agreed he added, "It's about Scott and that night. What I had to do to get him to fight the wolfsbane. I need to tell somebody that wasn't there, and I can't tell Derek. I don't think he'd forgive me. We've spent the weekend fighting even without him knowing the whole story."

"I won't say a word," Kitty promised.

Stiles nodded and took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly before continuing. "Scott was affected just like everybody else. The wolfsbane messed with his head, making him feel even more guilty about Derek. He kept saying there was no hope, that he couldn't save anybody, that we'd all be better off if he wasn't here anymore."

Stiles had those thoughts about himself more than once, but it hurt more hearing it from Scott. There were just some people who weren't supposed to think that way and Scott was at the top of that list.

"We found Scott standing in a puddle of gasoline, and holding a lit flare," Stiles said. "He was crying, saying he'd be better if he was nothing--I didn't know what to do. I used flares on Isaac and Boyd and I obviously couldn't use them on Scott when he was covered in gasoline. I was completely freaking out. I couldn't lose Scott, I can't lose Scott."

Stiles took in another shaky breath and hid his face against Kitty's shoulder so she couldn't see he was tearing up. "So I stepped into the gasoline and told Scott if he wanted to die he'd have to take me with him."

Kitty hugged him tighter, partly because she knew he needed it and partly because this scared her retroactively. Though really, Stiles was like the best best friend ever. "I'm going to guess it worked?" she asked quietly.

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, I got the flare away from him. I mean, the gasoline still exploded, but it wasn't because of him. Lydia pushed us out of the way, so we were fine."

Physically, anyway.

"It was a rough night. Derek called later and yelled at me for putting myself in danger and then I come home to find him hurt from his trip home so I had to yell at him...the last few days have sucked," Stiles said, lifting his head up enough to wipe his eyes on his sleeve. "Derek's fine, by the way."

"Good." She'd make time to yell at him later. "Scott's really lucky to have someone like you. We all are, really. And I'm glad you're okay."

Physically, anyway. Notice how she wasn't letting him go yet.

"I'm glad I'm okay too," he said, perfectly happy with having all of the hugs. "Despite what Derek thinks, I don't actually have a death wish."

"I know. You're just trying to do the right thing." Which sometimes led to all the danger, which was why they all worried.

"I wish doing the right thing had better results," he said. "I mean I'm glad I saved everybody, even the member of the alpha pack, but it doesn't feel like I did anything in the long run. The darach is still out there and I'm not any closer to finding him."

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