AN: Suck it Teen Wolf, I beat you this time. As most of you know this is the final chapter of the story. But not to fear I'm making a sequel to this sequel because a.)I wanted to and b.)someone else actually pitched the exact idea I wanted to do(lenail125, thanks, you're awesome).

Before I write I want to thank everyone for reading and reviewing and faving and following and being patient with me during the beginning when I had to settle somethings out. I hope you guys love this chapter and I hope you'll stay tuned for the sequel...sequel.

And I didn't mention it the first chapter but the song title is taken from the song 'Fallout' by Marianas Trench. Which I definitely recommend listening to at the end of this chapter cause it makes sense. I'm gonna go edit the AN in the first chapter but for those of you who won't reread it I wanted to put the song here.

Warnings: mentions past rape of a child

"Scott and I are closer than we've ever been, we're all actually a lot closer. My dad, his mom, me and him. And they aren't constantly looming over me or asking if I'm okay. It's...kind of how it's always been." Stiles says, smiling lightly. "Except somehow better. There's no huge secret between us anymore." He looks down for a second and his therapist tilts her head at him.

"Good Morning, Scott...Stiles." Melissa greets the two boys who slowly blink awake. Scott's got his arms wrapped around Stiles who had somehow ended up on him, sleeping with his head in the crook of Scott's next. Scott squints his eyes in the bright light while Stiles murmurs something incoherent. Scott snickers at the words.

"That's not even English." He says, letting go with one arm to rub at his eye. "Morning, mom..." He looks over. "Sheriff." Stiles startles awake to look at his father.

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

"Well, you owe us an explanation." Stiles looks at them both, slipping onto the couch next to Scott. Scott looks to the younger boy before looking to the Sheriff.

"We got rid of the demon." Scott confesses and watches both Stilinski men look at him with different expressions. Stiles got one of shock and outrage while the Sheriff looks confused and horrified. Scott sucks in a breath and looks to Stiles. "Oh, that's right, he didn't know...did he?" Stiles shakes his head wildly.

"Demon?" After that both boys had to tell a story which got them scolded by worried parents.

"Why does saying that seem to upset you?" Stiles swallows and shakes his head, looking up to her.

"It feels like it the calm before the storm. I told Scott I thought that but...he thinks we've finally got everything settled down again. But..." Her eyes dart to Stiles' knee as it starts to bounce.

"You don't believe that."

"I think he should know better than that." Stiles admits and swallows. "But like I said, it feels really good to have my best friend back." Stiles nods.

"And what about the nightmares? Do you still need to stay with Scott?" Stiles shakes his head smiling lightly.

"No, they've loosened up a bit. But I mean, it's only been a few weeks they're still lingering." He rubs at his wrist and looks to the floor. "Scott and I still spend a lot of time together though, we still fall asleep at each other's houses, it's a lot easier." He admits, pursing his lips to one side.

"Well, that's good." Stiles smirks to one side and nods. "How are the rest of your friends reacting? You said earlier you told them as well."

"Yeah, they're...great about it. They let me have my space but sometimes I think they need comfort in knowing I'm okay." He laughs. "Issac's trying the hardest to get in, I think it's because of his father." Stiles says, looking at the wall. "But...they've all been really nice, we're still the same though. They've respected that I didn't want to talk about it again but..." He licks his lips and stops.

"But what, Stiles?"

"Sometimes I think they want to ask about it."

"m'r o'r." Stiles mumbles, shoving at Scott when he feels someone press up against him. Scott grumbles back and then Stiles opens his eyes slowly, narrowing them. They had fallen asleep sometime during some movie they weren't really watching. He turns his head to see Issac curling up behind him on added pillows to their floor bed. He frowns and sits up, observing everyone laying with them. "What the..."

"Shhh." Issac says, pulling Stiles back down and cuddling him. "We got kicked out of our movie."

"Sh'up." Scott murmurs pulling Stiles closer to him only to have Issac cuddle closer. Stiles lays still in between the group, frowning and thinking about what was happening.

"Will you just go to sleep?" Derek growls out and Stiles smiles softly, letting out a laugh against Scott's chest before accepting it and falling asleep.

"Sometimes...I...I think that I should let them ask you know? Like even if it hurts me. 'Cause...they're so awesome and supportive but I...I'm scared of...opening that door again." He trails off looking towards the floor, breathing. He shakes his head. "When it was just me dealing with it...even though I felt like some days I couldn't breathe I could handle it. When I look at Scott or my dad or Melissa or even the group sometimes I feel like they're experiencing what I did. Like somehow they can't breathe even though I know they can." Stiles looks up and past her at the clock, frowning. "Aren't we done for the day?" He asks. She nods, grabbing his folder.

"Is there anything else you wanted to discuss before next week?"

"Yeah, when can I end this?" She frowns at Stiles and leans back in her seat.

"You'd have to talk to your father about that but like I say every week..."

"Yeah, yeah...if you think I don't need it anymore you'll tell him." He nods and sighs, looking away. "Alright, fine. Can I go now?"

"Of course, I'll see you in two weeks okay?"

"Yeah, fine and..." He stops at the door, smiling at her. "Thanks." She smiles back and watches him leave. He meets up with his father in the waiting room, booking an appointment for two weeks before leaving.

"So, how'd it go?" John asks, raising his brows.

"Good." He says. "I brought up ending sessions."

"Do you feel ready to stop seeing her?" John asks and Stiles plays with his hands as he thinks about it, staring at the road as they drive home.

"I feel like I'm not gonna break down crying or wake up every night screaming if I don't see her again. And I think I'm taking away valuable time from people who need her more than I do." John looks over to his son and nods.

"Alright, if you want to stop seeing her you can. But you might want to sit on it for a while, think about it. It's your decision I can't make you see her but really think about it." Stiles looks to his father frowning before turning to look out the window, thinking about it. Did he want to stop seeing her? Was his father tricking him? He could be, it's not like he needed her anymore. She helped, she did her job. He doesn't have nightmares, he isn't afraid of Scott's house. He doesn't feel like McCall's going to pop up out of nowhere and pull him back down. Scott threatened the man. "What do you say we go out to eat tonight?" Stiles looks towards his father and smiles, nodding.

"Yeah, that sounds great."

"Scott, I swear!" Stiles growls with a bit of a laugh to it as he struggles for the controller in Scott's hand, Scott growls back and shoves at Stiles. "Dude, you can't...just give me the damn controller!"

"No." Scott says, pouting and almost falling off the bed while Stiles growls at him. "You went out to eat and you didn't even bring me leftovers!"

"I NEVER bring you leftovers!" Stiles laughs before he hits the floor, growling at Scott as he turns and puts the controller out of Stiles' reach again.

"And then you were like 'No, Scott, I'm not making you dinner, you have your mom or you can make it yourself.' so you can't play." Scott grins at Stiles who rolls his eyes.

"You're not conning me into making you dinner! You do have your mom and you can cook food." Stiles says. "Plus, we both know you get bored on your own so who are you going to play video games with?" Stiles tilts his head, raising his brows. Scott looks back to him with narrowed eyes.

"I'll play with you Scott." Both boys look towards Issac as the teen enters the room and smirks at Stiles who gapes.

"Issac will play." Stiles looks between the two of them.

"You're...you...are you..." Stiles stutters out and Issac just smiles at him, walking into the room and sitting on the bed with Scott. He sits there staring at the two before nodding. "Well played...I can't argue that but I'll make you guys dinner." He stands and walks out the door and stops at the stairs sighing. "But you know...you should never piss off the person that handles your food." He says and listens to them both run out the door and down the stairs, Scott grabbing him on his way past. "Damnit, Scott, put me down." He tries to sound angry through his laughs but instead just hides in his hands, laughing.

"We'll help you!" Issac says.

"Yeah, we weren't doing anything" Stiles rolls his eyes and crosses his arms when he's put down in the kitchen. "Okay, what do we do?"

"What you should do is grab me a drink because we all know the both of you are gonna end up on your asses in those chairs doing nothing." Both teenage werewolves look at him for a few minutes before they nods.

"Yeah, you've got a point." Issac says, pursing his lips and sitting down. Scott follows to a seat, both boys looking at Stiles. Stiles watches them sit and raises a brow.

"That was an amazing drink, you guys thanks." Scott's upper lip twist up teasingly as he growls back to Stiles.

"You've got legs, get it yourself." Stiles gapes at Scott's growl before laughing.

"Bossy asshole." Scott smiles at him before standing up to get Stiles a drink, while Stiles walked around him to get some ingredients. Scott rested his arm on Stiles who looked up at him.

"Thanks for dinner, you're the best." Scott says with Issac agreeing happily behind him. Stiles raises a brow, standing up.

"Duh." He says before walking away causing the werewolves to laugh. Scott places three drinks on the table and watches Stiles with a smile. He was just happy to see Stiles happy again, sleeping again. Stiles was smelling healthy again and he liked that. He liked playing lacrosse with Stiles and training with Stiles and having Stiles here with him, not looking through the rooms or having his heart race when he saw Issac's room. He knew his betas liked it as well, having Stiles be...Stiles again. It felt good, it felt right and nothing was going to take that from him.

AN: So yes, that's how I'm ending it. With pack cuddles, therapy session and Scott meeting Stiles wishes of not bringing it up. Like I said I will be making a sequel to this sequel that I hope you all get a chance to read. I hope you enjoyed the story.