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"You know Scott, Stiles has been having really bad nightmares. Just making me stronger," The nogitsune circled around Scott who was on his hands and knees gasping for air, as a sword has been lodged in his chest. Through every struggling breath, Scott coughed up blood bringing him closer and closer to death.

"One of those nightmares, being me killing you.I I guess dreams really do come true. Well in this case nightmares. But that nightmare of me killing you, really sent him to his peak, giving the most strength I've ever had. So much for a weak ol' human, right?" he teased.

"P-please... S-stop... don-'t do t-this," Scott was able to get out coughing up more and more blood between each word.

"Oh Scotty. You should know that I never stop. And I just get stronger as your precious Stiles sits in pain as he watches me kill you and he can't do anything about it. When Stiles doesn't have nightmares which is like almost never, he dreams of you. Yeah, he dreams of marrying you, maybe having kids. It's really disgusting to me, so I usually turn it into a nightmare. Makes it more fun," Scott's eyes widen and tear up at what little he had heard. He lay flat on the floor his breath become shallower by the second. The nogitsune gripped the sword tightly in his hands twisting it up further into Scott's chest watching him take him last breath before his body went limp on the cold concrete ground.

Stiles stirred tirelessly in his sleep, beads of sweat on his forehead. He muttered and whimpered incoherent word, as his face contorted in fright and sadness. Heart racing way too fast to count the beats. He stirred awake for he felt agonizing pain in his mouth and fingers. He shot up screaming with wide eyes looking around the room. Everything was so bright to him, where ever he looked it was bright and vivid, hurting his eyes. The only area he found that wasn't bright was a dark corner in the room. He rushed to that corner, crashing into the wall breathing heavily.

"Stiles! Stiles, whats wrong? What happened," Scott said frantically rushing to his side. As Scott spoke it all sounded like super loud shouts to Stiles. He heard everything everywhere, from Melissa sleeping in her bedroom, to all noises in the neighborhood.

"Shut up! S-shut up! Stop shouting at me!" he cried pressing his hands to his ears.

"Stiles, I'm not shouting. Baby, look at me. Please?" Scott said crouching down to his level.

"No n-no. It hurts. Everything hurts. Someone turn it off!" he whimpered out.

"Stiles what hurts,"

My eyes, my teeth, my hands. Everything just hurts," he said through quiet sobs.

"Please look at me," Scott pleaded again. Stiles lifted his head to look back at Scott. his surroundings weren't as bright as they were before, but its still vivid. Scott nearly fell back at the sight of Stiles. He had bright fiery orange eyes and razor sharp fangs. Scott stood up and backed away, and heart raced.

"What? Scott what's happening to me? What's that sound? Why is it to loud," he cried out.

"What do you hear?"

"I-i dont know, its like a really fast beating. Make it stop!"

"Stiles... you're hearing my heartbeat," Stiles looked up at him with wide eyes and terrified face. "Stiles... you have claws, and fangs and your eyes are orange," Scott spoke slowly like he couldn't even believe it himself. Scott walked slowly back to Stiles reaching out to grab his clawed hand. Stiles jerked back sinking further into the corner. 

"Don't touch me! I don't want to hurt you," he spoke in a hurt tone. It pained Scott to see his boyfriend in pain like this. 

"It's okay. your not going to hurt me. I know that," he assured Stiles softly reaching out to him again. Stiles let him take his clawed hand and pull him to his feet.

"Scott, I'm scared. What's happening to me?" his voice was wobbly, as he looked down at his claws on his shaking hands.

"I don't know. But we will figure it out, I promise," Scott hugged him, letting him cry on his shoulder. "We should see Deaton for help before he closes the clinic," he added. Stiles nodded pulling out of Scott's embrace. Scott drove quickly down to Deaton's clinic tightly holding Stiles' hand to help calm his nerves. Stiles' eyes kept flashing uncontrollably.

"Scott, I can't stop it," His eyes kept flashing, claws and fangs grew out. Scott raced fast to the clinic, full force on the gas pedal. Stiles clutched onto Scott's hands so tight that his knuckles and fingers cracked and broke under the embrace. His hand healed quickly, but didn't heal in place, so his fingers were bunched up together. Scott came to a quick stop at the back entrance of the clinic jerking the car and both boys forward harshly. 

Scott rushed out of he driver side to the passenger side of the old jeep helping Stiles out. Scott hit harshly on the metal door shaking it and the threshold roughly. Seconds later Deaton came rushing to the back door and swinging it open quickly, and looking between the boy. Deaton's eyes glued to Stiles' flashing ones a stepped to the side to let them in. Scott rushed in with Stiles, rushing to an open room to has Stiles in.

"What's going on?" Deaton asked frantically from being Scott.

"If I knew, we wouldn't be here," Scott responded sarcastically sitting Stiles in the metal table. Stiles' breathing became faster and more animalistic as he lost more of his control. Out of the corner of his eye, Scott saw Deaton rush out the room. "Deaton where are you going?!" He shouted.

"Hold him still!" The doctor shouted back from another room. He came back with a needle and some type of serum. Scott's eyes widened as he saw the needle be filled with the serum from the little glass bottle.

"What is that? You know he hates needles," Scott growled angry at the thought of Deaton possibly hurting Stiles.

"Calm down. It's just a sedative. it's put him to sleep and he'll wake up calmer." Deaton assured as he stuck the needle in Stiles arm and watched the boy fall limp on Scott's shoulder. Scott pulled Stiles' legs on the tables laying him flat on his back. He kept a tight hold on Stiles' hand to keep him calm and for his own comfort.

"What happened," Deaton asked breaking the silence that waved over the room.

"I don't know. We were sleeping then he woke up like this, so I rushed here," his vision blurred from the tears that surfaced his eyes. Scott's has never felt so scared in his life. Especially that he didn't know what to do and he couldn't help, scared him even more. Minutes later Stiles shot up looking around the room in confusion until his eye s met Scott's. Stiles pulled his boyfriend in his embrace, letting silent tears spill from his eyes. Scott rubbed his back cooing soft assuring words in Stiles' ear to keep him calm. Stiles pulled back taking in his surroundings again.

"Why are we here? What happened?" He asked looking from Scott to Deaton who stood behind. Scott knitted his eyebrows together in confusion and worry.

"You don't remember anything," Stiles shook his head slowly at Scott who's face contoured in more worry if that was even possible.

"What am I missing here," he said as he swung his legs back and forth off the metal table.

"Stiles. You don't remember waking up with orange eyes?" Stiles heart raced faster.

"What? Scott that's crazy. What are you talking about,"

"That's what I want to know too. We were sleeping and then one minute I wake up to you in a dark corner breathing heavily with claws fangs and orange eyes," Scott explained, his voice shaking slightly in fright. Stiles breathing was more faster and more shaky as he examined his shaky hands. As his breath came out in shorter breathes his eyes started flickering making his vision flash brighter more vivid colors. He shut his eyes and shielded his face as he winced in pain.

"Hey babe, look at me. You're going to be alright, okay? I won't let anything bad happen to you, I promise," Scott cooed. Stiles nodded and took a deep breath, his eyes going back to his original honey brown. aside from the current situation, Deaton smirked at the love he saw between the two. Scott stepped aside to let Deaton look at Stiles. Deaton examined his eyes, teeth, and a bunch of other things. His face contoured in confusion as he saw that nothing was wrong.

"Stiles seems perfectly fine. Vitals are normal, heartbeat at a normal pace. Now all we have to figure out what that was. Stiles, can you think of anything that could've increased your heart rate?" Stiles was hesitant about the question, glance from Deaton to the floor and back again.

"I uh... I had a really bad nightmare again-"

"Your nightmares are back?" Scott interrupted.

"They never left Scott," Stiles sighed. Scott wore a look of pure sympathy and pain for Stiles. The werewolf nearly broke down in tears. But he also felt angry because Stiles never told him about his nightmares. He never wanted Stiles to go through anymore pain, especially after the Nogitsune but to Scott it happened to be that he's been going through pain from the start.

"It was probably the nightmare that had your heart going, although it doesn't make sense as to why your eyes were glowing orange," Deaton said.

"Orange is if a fox right?" Scott asked and Deaton nodded his head. But there is no way a fox could have maybe bit Stiles.  What? Scott sighed in fright.

"The Nogitsune," he breathed out.

"What? Scott that doesn't make any sense,"

"Yes it does. The Nogitsune is a demonic fox. I think that maybe when the spirit died, it left it's fix in you. And maybe you just triggered it," Scott explained. Deaton nodded in agreement and Stiles stared dumbfounded at his boyfriend's logic.

"That seems about right, Scott. The nightmare you had caused you stress which caused your heart to race abnormally, causing you to trigger the fox inside you,"

Stiles was totally lost in the conversation. The gears not turning correctly in his brain. He tried to comprehend the information but it was all being thrown at him too fast making him dizzy. Scott noticed Stiles' face pale.

"Stiles? You okay?" Scott sked placing his hands in the boys' shoulders. Stiles nodded and hopped of the table almost falling to the floor. He's knees shook as he tried to walk. Everything in his vision blurred in and out if focus, and eyes started flashing again making it ever harder to see. He stumbled out of the bright clinic to the night sky were it was easier for him to see. Stiles collapsed to his hands and knees wheezing for air as he felt a panic attack surface. Stiles saw Scott's figure in front of him.

"Stiles what's wrong is this a panic attack?" Scott asked in a frantic watching his boyfriend rock back and forth. Stiles only nodded. Scott remembered the last time Stiles had a panic attack he said to count your fingers.

"Stiles, focus in my hands and my voice. Only my voice. Only my hands," he spoke calmly sticking his hands out in Stiles' sight.

"Count my finger okay," Stiles nodded starting to count.

"1, 2, 3..." He started out

"Good. Keep going,"

"4, 5...6, 7, 8, 9..."

"Keep going. One more," Stiles widened his eyes staring at Scott's hands his breathing coming out in shorter breaths.

"10... 11, 12?" He freaked out and almost passed out. Almost. Tears spilling from his eyes. Shit. Think Scott think! What else could he have done to help.

Scott took Stiles face in his hand and at first tried to cooed the frantic boy. Scott was getting more scared for the panic attack wasn't calming down.

"Stiles, Stiles. Shh okay, listen to my voice. Block everything out but my voice," nothing worked so Scott crashed his lips to Stiles'. He sat frozen at first then melted into it kissing back. They pulled back slowly peeling their eyes open staring into the others deeply. Stiles breathed out in relief from the panic attack. He pressed his forehead against Scott's wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Thank you," he whispered with his eyes closed.

"Come one let's get you home," Scott said standing up reaching his hand out for Stiles. Stiles nodded And took Scott's hand, and they walked to the Jeep.

On the way to Stiles' house, Scott notice Stiles a bit queasy and fidgety. He's usually like this, but at a time like this made Scott more worrisome. He took Stiles hand in his that was fidgeting in his lap giving it an assuring squeeze and a soft smile to go with it.

"Your going to be fine," he said softly.

"Am I? How do you know for sure? What is my dad goin to say? What is he going to say about us? I mean, yeah everyone has been expecting it and he probably is too, but I really don't want him to kill you," Stiles' rambled all in one breath making Scott chuckle a little then he actual thought about talking to Noah... As his son's boyfriend.

"Oh shit!" He screamed swerving on the road a little. "Stiles! Your dad is going to kill me! I'm 100% going to die in the next twenty-four hours!" He freaked. Stiles could only laugh as Scott freaked out.

"I can't breath," he wheezed out. Stiles looked at him with wide eyes in worry.

"What? Are you serious? Stop the car Scott!"

"No! No, I was joking," he smiled devilishly as he pulled into Stiles' driveway.

"Dude! Don't do that," Stiles' whined and hit Scott upside his head. He winced in fake pain rubbing his head as they got out the car and walked to the front door. They walked through the door, the dinning room light on, on the left and the living room light and tv on, on the right.

"Dad!" Stiles called out looking through the house, dragging Scott with him.

"Oh my God. Do I actually have a son that lives here?" Noah joked. It made sense because Stiles hasn't been home in the past few days. They followed the voice into the dinning room seeing papers scattered on the table.

"What's all this?" Stiles said sitting next to his dad luring through a paper that was in front of him. Noah quickly snatched the paper from his son.

"Just some paperwork I decided to do. No big deal," he shrugged. "Where had you been for the past, like, four days? I was about to send out a search party for you," Noah chuckled.

"I've been at Scott's,". He stated simply with a yawn. "Okay we're going to be up in my room probably playing video games. We'll talk more in the morning. Night love you Dad!" He said then grabbed Scott's hand rushing out the dinning room. Noah looked up from his paperwork to see Stiles dragging Scott by his hand for a split second as they left the room.

As soon as they got to his room Stiles nearly collapsed at the thought of his bed and favorite pillow. Both boys kicked off there shoes, socks, shirts, and pants leaving themselves in there boxers as they climb into bed. They lay facing each other faces close just staring at each other.

"Are you going to be okay?" Scott asked as he wrapped his arms over Stiles waist pulling his body closer to him. Stiles sighed sadly.

"I don't know Scott. I'm really scared. I don't want to possibly hurt someone," he said fiddling with his hands against Scott's chest. 

"You're not going to hurt anyone, I promise. I'll make sure of it. We'll figure out what you are and we'll help you learn control, find an anchor and keep you save," he said as he repeatedly kissed Stiles' face. Stiles laid his head on Scott's chest and they soon fell asleep.

Sunday morning, Noah walks down the hall to Stiles' room calling him for breakfast. Scott didn't leave last night, Noah thought to himself. They probably fell asleep playing video games. When he walked in, he was shocked at the sight he saw; Scott and Stiles sleeping closely together. But his heart also fluttered and he wanted to scream out in joy.

"Boys," 

No movement. More snores.

"Boys," he said louder.

Still nothing.

"BOYS!" He shouted making them jump and Scott fell out the bed. Noah pressed his lips together in a thin line to suppress a laugh.

"Time to get up," He said then walked out the room. The two were still rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. They exchanged nervous looks before putting pants on and walking downstairs. At the smell of chocolate pancakes both boys skipped the flight of stairs landing at the bottom with soft thuds. Struggling to run to the table because of their socks sliding on the hard wood flooring.

"Hold it," Noah said standing in front of them. They stopped in their tracks. Scott slid on his sock falling in his butt, and quickly got up stand next to Stiles. They stood a foot or two in front of Noah who looked between the boys with his arms crossed. Noah gave Scott a death glare making the boys heart race in fright.

Noah pointed at Scott "Scott," then at Stiles "Stiles," back at Scott "Scott, dating my son Stiles,"  his voice wasnt angry, but more questioning at the situation. "Dear God," he muttered. "I thought Id be like sixty by the time you two got together. I've been waiting for this since your sophomore year. Argent

owes me fifty bucks," he smiled brightly. Scott and Stiles' both let out a breath they hadn't realized they were holding.

"How was everyone expecting this but us? Whoa wait you put bet on us?"Stiles huffed. Noah nodded. After a small moment Noah came to realization and his face went serious.

"True Alpha, dating my human son... Scott.. I love you like you are my own son. But, if you do anything to hurt my actual son, I will not hesitant to put eighteen bullets in your head. One bullet for every year I dread you were alive... Okay?" his voice dark as he stared daggers into Scott. Said boy, nodded him head rapidly while trying and failing to calm his racing heartbeat. Stiles beside him was trying to look scared as well, but he ended up looking like a red tomato trying not to laughing.

"Yessir," Scott said still nodding his head

"Okay, well I'm off to the station," He smiled patting Scott's shoulder then walking back tot he kitchen getting his coffee and to the door "Have a fun day boys. Not too much fun!" he shouted then slammed the door behind him. As soon as the door closed, Stiles doubled over laughing loudly. Scott breathed deeply like he's been holding his breath the whole time Noah was there.

"Oh my god! Your heart was racing so loud it was actually annoying," Stiles said once his laughing died down a little and he walked to the table filling a plate with food. Scott behind him do in the same thing.

"That was not funny. I've never been that scared in my whole life. That was terrifying," Scott whined as he leaned against the counter started eating next to Stiles who sat atop the counter. Scott set his plate down turning to Stiles and setting his plate down beside him.

"Hey, I wasn't finished-" 

"Yes you are," Scott said then crashed his lips to Stiles' roughly but passionately wrapping his arms around Stiles' waist.

"I know I'm irresistible but why so eager Scotty boy," Stiles smirked.

"It's been over 12 hours since the last time I kissed you, which is too long," his word muffled by him kissing on Stiles' neck. Stiles nodded in agreement. They made out for a while 47 minutes to be exact.

Another terrible ending. I'm sorry. So this was crazy, but I really like the next total chapters, that's when we get fltit he good stuff. Okay bye

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