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"-you're my brother Scott. " He said as clearly as he could through all the tears that kept clouding up his vision, kept choking him. He had already lived through the trauma of almost letting his friends die, having to save Boyd and then almost died while saving Aiden, but even the prospect of his own almost death was not half as terrifying as this was. 

Because this was Scott. And maybe they had a few fights in the last weeks and maybe sometimes things were weird between them but this was Scott. This was his best friend, his brother, and if he ever turned into a werewolf,  he would be his anchor too. Definitely. No doubt about this. 

He took another step forward, hearing the girls gasp behind him, one of them begging him to take a step back, to do something, for this to stop, but he couldn't look at them right now. Slowly, he reached out to grip the others hand and the flare, so he could throw it far away and none of them would get hurt. 

It happened as if in slow motion, his hand just inches away when Scott let go of the flare, and Stiles tried grabbing it, tried saving them, but it was too late, he could do nothing but try to get them out of here. 

Between one breath and the other he tackled Scott, trying to somehow get them out of the circle of gasoline, hoping that by some sort of miracle they would be able to get out of this unscathed, that him believing in it would be enough this time again . 

For a moment everything was silent, the world slowing down. 

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Derek clearly wasn't paying enough attention; if he had been, he'd have remembered the previous night and the fact that the other half of the bed shouldn't have actually been empty. Instead, he pushed open the door and ended up getting a steamy eyeful of bronze skin and impressively-toned musculature, and big brown eyes squinting at him through shampoo suds.

Derek's mouth opened. Derek's mouth closed. Derek managed a scowl.