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Sciles; tell me something true

This is inspired by a Sterek fic I once read! I don't remember the name or writer but all credit for the idea goes to them.

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"Stiles!" He hears, recognising the voice as Liam's, but was confused at the fact they were all of a sudden in his house.

"Liam? What- what the fuck?"

"Scott's been hit by some spell or something, the previous victims of it couldn't tell the truth. Like a lie spell or something." Mason rushes out as Liam forces Scott into the room, who was only about to pass out.

"What."

"Stiles!" The youngest wolf of the room shouts. "Just figure something out! Lydia and Malia have gone to get Deaton over here."

"Ugh, fine." He makes his way over to his best friend, and frowns at him for a few seconds.

"Stiles!"

"Shut the hell up, Liam?" Stiles asks, just before slapping Scott- who instinctively stops passing out.

"Stiles! What the fuck, dude?!"

"Hey, Scotty boy. How you feeling? Too slow. Now, I need you to speak to me. Tell me the truth." Stiles smiles, speaking as calm as he could. Which was very, because if he was honest he wasn't exactly worried. Not yet, anyways. From what Liam had told him, the spell could have been a lot worse than this.

"My name is not Scott." Stiles raised an eyebrow and pressed his lips together tightly.

"Okay. What else?"

"You're not a bastard."

Stiles frowns at this, and glares slightly at Scott; who looked moderately guilty but confused.

"Thanks."

"Not no problem."

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"So, you're telling me that we have to kill him?" Lydia speaks slowly as if the words haven't registered in her mind yet.

"We're not doing that." Stiles says, stern.

"No, we are not." Scott interjects, nodding at Deaton and picks up a random knife.

"Holy shit, Scott!"

"Shut down."

"What?" Liam questions.

"I think he means shut up, wait no Scott."

"We kind of need to. This is probably breaking him, he's saying a lot a bad stuff lately. It's been two days and he's already ruined twelve people's self esteems." Deaton sighs, patting Stiles on the shoulder. "Oh and you're doing it."

"No....I'm not. No."

"No." The Alpha states, turning the handle of the knife to face his best friend.

"No."

"No."

"No."

"No."

"No!"

"Stiles!"

Looking down in a kind of submission, he walks towards the wolf and presses the blade reluctantly against his skin. Everyone else in the room holding their breaths.

"Tell me something true." He blurts out, mind blank and emotions haywire.

Scott looks at Stiles and wraps his hand against the others, applying slight pressure.

"I think I hate you." He finishes, forcing the blade into himself.

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"Oh shit." Peter laughs, watching as Stiles freaks out and everyone else gasp.

"Shut the fuck up, Peter before I stab you too." Stiles shouts in panic, as Scott's blood overflows onto his hands sluggishly. "Oh God, oh no." He finishes, feeling all of the weight of the other person press against him.

Suddenly, the blood stops and the human pulls the knife out- watching in awe as the wound healed and the pressure of Scott lightened.

"Scott?"

As if by command, his eyes open.

"Hey, you okay?"

"The sky is blue." He states matter-of-factly.

Stiles laughs, "Yes. Yes, it is." Helping his friend stand fully upright.

Then there's silence as Scott regains his composure, and everyone else stops being so horrified at the blood Stiles seemed to have forgotten about.

"Stiles." Scott says confidently.

"Tell me something true."

"I think I love you."