Healing Love- Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Seventy Two- Past Tense

"Are you stupid? Derek wants to kill Jackson! And I'm not sure you've noticed but-"

"Isaacs apart of his pack. Yes i know." Rosie finished her brothers outburst and stopped It before he said something he didn't mean. "I only told him i was meeting Lydia out here. He doesn't know we have Jackson hostage in a stolen transporting van, okay?"

"Okay good." He turned his head to the retreating Stiles as he entered further into the darkness and back to his sister. "Allison will catch you up, I need to talk to Stiles."

"Okay." She replied slowly as she watched in confusion at the speed her brother was walking up to catch Stiles. Dismissing him, she walked over to Allison to get caught up with the details she had missed.

Once Scott caught up to Stiles, his hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. When he turned around his jaw was locked and he refused to connect their eyes together.

"You heard her didn't you? Lydia was busy."

"And what, Isaacs her next option?" He huffed like a child, and flew his arms around in annoyance. "Out of everyone, it had to be him, didn't it? I'm pretty sure he was part of the pack which schemed to kill her."

"Calm down, shes gonna know somethings up."

"Think she already does after i snapped at her like i was about to rip her throat out." His arm lifted up as he leant against a tree to steady himself and catch his breath from the face paced movement of his mouth as he spoke.

"She'll get over it, now breathe. She obviously has her reasons to go to Isaac when in need of help, okay?" Scott placed his hand on Stiles' shoulder to help ease his breathing and his tightened posture. When the boys shoulder no longer felt like a rock, Scott removed his hand from it. "You really need to calm down around her. Its only Rosie."

"Yeah, the girl who i told i loved her and she didn't say it back."

"About that," Scott started, knowing that this conversation had to come sooner or later. "Since that night, since you told me you love her... you've only since said it in past tense. And then you were saying all that stuff last night, i just... what i'm trying to say is...don't give up on her."

"Scott, I uh-"

"I know she ended things but," He stopped so he could take a deep breathe and conjure up the right words to tell his best friend something he had been holding back. "A couple nights before that night, I went to grab a drink in the middle of the night and found Rosie down there too. She couldn't sleep and neither could I really."

For a moment, he stopped telling his story and looked to his sister down the hill from him, and simply just smiled. Scott had tears pricking at his eyes as he lolled over the hurt she had been through. Beside him, Stiles waited for Scott to finish the story, wanting to know if there was anything to hope for.

"We stayed up for hours talking. Talking about Allison, mom but mostly you." Using his shoulder, Scott nudged him as he took a seat on the floor, which made Stiles do the same as they faced the two girls who looked over the cliff edge.

"What did she say?" Intrigued, Stiles tried to play his curiosity down but still wanted to know what Rosie had said about him.

"Its not really what she said but how she said it." Seeing his best friends confused face, Scott attempted to explain. "Remember how I spoke about Allison when we first started dating?"

"Yeah you droned on and on."

"Yes okay, but the way i spoke about her, would you say i've ever spoken about someone like that?" Asking questions was an easier way of getting Stiles to understand, and was going well as he shook his head In agreement. "I've never heard her speak about someone the way she spoke about you."