Tonight, was the night. The war that Gerard and Monroe were so keen to start was ending one way or another. They had reinforcements, even if they had to rescue some of them from Gerard, and they had a plan. Not a good one, necessarily, but it was better than nothing.
Deep down, Scott could understand Stiles’ pessimism. They were splitting up and doing exactly what Gerard wanted them to do, but it was the only way to stop him. They could only hope that Stiles and Lydia could rescue Jackson and Ethan, that Argent could find Gerard and stop him with whatever plan he’d concocted, plus hope that they could find the Anuk-Ite at the school while not getting gunned down by Monroe’s plan. Did he say it wasn’t perfect? This was the worst plan they’d ever come up with. But it was the only one they had.
With everything set, everyone headed towards the door. The first to move out was Stiles, who stopped by his best friend and quickly pulled him into a tight embrace. It felt good to have his best friend back, and if he was going to go to war, there’s no one else he would wage it with.
“It’s good to have you back, man.”
“It’s good to be back Scottie.” They pulled back and Stiles’ eyes drifted to the corner of the room, where Scott knew Malia was situated. “You better take care of her alright.”
Scott opened and closed his mouth, trying to form words, but nothing came out. Stile chuckled as he continued his path out the door. He was still trying to wrap his head around Stiles knew as Derek exited as well, patting his shoulder as he tried to suppress the smile that was clear on his face.
Malia also seemed to get enjoyment at his dumbfounded expression, walking slowly forward, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before following Derek out to his car. This seemed to snap Scott out of it, as his eyes followed his…girlfriend? They still hadn’t gotten around to saying exactly what they were, but he figured girlfriend covered it nicely. Turning back into the room, he realized that he was alone with Lydia, something that hadn’t happened really since this whole thing started.
“How did he…” he began still having some trouble putting the words together.
“It wasn’t that hard to figure out,” started Lydia, the teasing grin on her face in full force at Scott’s distress. “You guys have been gravitating together for a while now. Stiles noticed it before he left to go to Quantico, I noticed before that. It seems the only ones who didn’t see it were the two of you.”
Scott chuckled, rubbing his neck in embarrassment at how transparent he apparently is. Still, finding something to joke about in a time like this gave him hope that they would make it out of this. Once they calmed back down, Lydia’s expression turned serious, her eyes beginning to shine as her emotions started to break through her defenses.
“This is it then? It all ends tonight.”
“No,” said Scott, startling Lydia, her questioning gaze never wavering from his while she waited for an answer. “There’ll always be people like Monroe and Gerard out there. There’ll always be people who hate us for what we are.” He moved across the room and took both of her hands into his, his own emotions causing his eyes to water as well. “But we can stop this war, end the senseless violence. We can show people that we are more than just monster, show that we’re people just like everyone else.”
He could see her eyes visibly harden in determination at her words, happy that he could help put some of her fears to rest as well as her own. His mind drifted to the strong young women in front of him, a small chuckle escaping him to the puzzlement of Lydia.
“I was just thinking about everything we’ve overcome. We’ve fought alongside so many people, some we never thought we’d be allies with, but we always managed to pull through,” his eyes never wavered from hers, his words and the intensity of gaze made it impossible for her to break the connection, “Together. A lot of people have come and gone, but it’s always been the two of us.”
“Please just let me finish.” She wisely kept her mouth closed. It was obvious that he felt that he had to say this. “You’ve always been by my side, through everything, from our best moments to our lowest,” she knew he meant Allison and the Dread Doctors, he didn’t need to. They were so close now. She still felt amazed how only just over two years ago, she was making out with him for some petty school power play. If she could, she would go back and smack some sense into her younger self.
They had fallen silent as the memories flooded them. Soon after, Scott continued.
“I just wanted to say thank you for believing in me.”
The tears came close to falling once again, “You don’t have to thank me Scott. I’ll always be here, right by your side.”
He gave her a watery smile, obviously getting choked up himself. “I know you will be, that’s why I have something important to ask you.”
She cocked her head to the side, confused as to what else could be so important.
“If I don’t make it out of this…”
“Scott?” She did not like where their conversation was heading.
“If I don’t make it, then I want you to lead them.”
“I know, I know, but I’d feel better knowing that someone can lead them if the worst happens, and there’s nobody I trust better than you.”
“What about Liam? Malia?”
Scott chuckled lightly, “It’s not that I don’t trust them, it’s that I trust you more. You have more experience with this kind of thing than either of them, plus Liam’s still having problems with his anger, and Malia…well, I’m not sure how she’ll take it if I don’t make it.”
“Don’t talk like that Scott,” she finally lost her battle against her tears as she pulled him into a tight embrace. “I’m not going to sit back and let you sacrifice yourself! Promise me you won’t” She pulled back, her eyes determined.
“I can’t promise you that.”
“Do you know what I saw last night?” she paused for a moment to try and collect herself. “I told you that I saw our pack turned to stone, but the worst part was seeing you turned to stone. Do you know what that would do to everyone else if that happens to you? If you die? We can’t lose you Scott.” He tried to pull away from her, but she braced her hands on his shoulders forcing him to look at her. “So, stop thinking like that Scott.”
His voice was quiet, but the conviction behind it that helped her understand. He would do everything in his power to make sure his friends survived this night. It wasn’t that he wanted to die, not when there was so much more left for him to live. He knew what would happen to the pack if he were to fall. No, he felt that he had the power to stop this and if he didn’t do everything he could, then he failed.
Realizing that this wasn’t an argument she would win, she closed her eyes and dropped her head as she nodded minutely. He dropped a kiss to her forehead as he pulled her in to another hug.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve a friend like you.”
“It’s everything you do Scott.” Pulling back once again, she lifted onto her toes to give him a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. Just because she accepted the role he had given her, didn’t mean she was resigned to it. “You’re going to see this through Scott. Then you and I are going to leave Beacon Hills together and go to college. We’re going to live our lives, mine with Stiles, yours with Malia. We. Will. Survive. This.”
Scott smiled at her determination. “I knew I made the right choice picking you.” With one last quick squeeze from the hand on her shoulder, they disengaged from each other and left the animal clinic, ready to end the war.