AU – Highschool, In which one member of the Pack gets a second chance, now it's up to him to act on it. Time gets rewound and most of the Pack are back in High School, with a few very significant changes to the timeline. POV Stiles for the majority of the fic.

Rated M

Warnings: No Slash (I know, practically unheard of in my fics), Het, Fem!Stiles, Fem!Scott, fluffy, first kiss, first time, overly sweet, seriously this is a romantic/teen/not very deep plot type story, other warnings added as required.

Don't like don't read, though constructive criticism is always welcome (plus any reviews). Also this is slightly different as there will not be the normal over the top climactic stuff happening, this is a much simpler fluffy type fic.

I own nothing, literally.


Second Chances

01

Then, Peter's POV:

They're dead.

All of them are dead.

Stumbling over Scott's mangled corpse, Peter staggers towards the door at the far end of the room. Smashing his fist through the wooden door he fumbles for the lock and snaps it open. Meandering down the corridor he bounces off a few of the walls as he holds his guts in his body, he makes it to the final room and he's unsurprised to find Gerard's already beaten him there.

The mirror they'd been so desperate to find before Scott's wedding is set into the far wall. The golden frame was just as over the top as Stiles' research had suggested. With the others now gone Peter has nothing left, well nothing except revenge, and he's very good at revenge.

Gerard might be stuck in his wheelchair but he's manoeuvring it towards the mirror and seems determined to reach it. Pushing off from the wall he's been leaning on Peter struggles after him. If the demented old man wants the mirror then Peter's going to give him the mirror.

Why anyone would want the mirror is beyond Peter. Stiles' research over the last two years was very thorough, and it detailed exactly what would happen to anyone that stepped in front of it.

Slamming into the wheelchair Peter shoves it towards the mirror, at the same time he feels the deep slash from the sword blow tear open further and he falls to the floor with a grunt.

Glaring at Gerard he realises he's fallen in front of the mirror, he's spent most of his life chasing power, acceptance, and a way to keep himself and his Pack safe from the Hunters, he really doesn't want to be in front of this mirror. He doesn't have any strength to get away and he smiles as Gerard starts to scream in agony. Perhaps being forced to face his past with all his lies and deceits ripped away will be worth it if that damn Hunter also has to face his own actions, and the consequences of those actions.

The first of his memories starts to rise and he mentally throws himself at them, the faster he gets this started the faster it will end, considering the lengths he's gone to in the past to escape death he welcomes it with open arms, his family are all dead, even that damnable moral Scott, and they buried Stiles' body last week, or they buried what was left of him after the Hunters had finished torturing him for information.

Even he can't believe how bad the hunters have gotten since he Bit Scott in the forest fifteen years ago. The hunters are fighting a war, old Code verses new Code, and the new Code is losing, and with them the supernatural world is dying at the hands of old Code and the corruption Gerard spread amongst them.

The mirror's hold on him gets stronger and Gerard's screams fade as Peter is pulled into his own memories, and while the mirror does indeed punish him by forcing him to see his own actions and the selfish cruelty that drove those actions he does get to see his family again. He also gets to see them die again, the mirror shows him everything, including how his actions exasperated every situation, how his words lead to Paige's death and in turn helped the dark druid survive. He watches himself murder Laura, he hears the shocked surprise and betrayal in her voice.

He's spared nothing, no action is too small, no consequence too big. And at the very bitter end he does regret everything, but he doesn't regret his family, he doesn't regret the few times he was able to save them. And when the white light rushes towards him he smiles and hopes he gets to spend the rest of eternity with his family, his Pack, even the annoying teenage, now adult members, he's missed Stiles, the man has left an open wound in his chest and he can't wait to annoy him in the afterlife.

Only the white light fades and he's staring up at a very familiar hospital ceiling, and in his ear a voice whispers, "Prove your repentance, second chances are rarely offered."

The slow steady beep of a heart monitor is his only company and he screams soundlessly in his head at being forced back to this point in time. He barely survived the first time he was trapped in the burnt out husk that was his body after the fire that killed most of his family.

"Come on Laura," Derek's voice walks through the door along with his nephew, only his voice is too high pitched, "Mom said we had to sit with Peter while she goes to speak to his doctor."

"Well it's your turn to read to him then," Laura says, and she sounds so young, with that whine in her tone she used to have back before she started high school.

His bed shakes and there's the minute sound of metal before a very young Derek Hale appears in front of his face, he's probably about ten right now and this isn't what happened last time. "Hey Peter, mom'll be here soon, and she's going to spend the next few hours with you, then dad'll be dropping in," a hand touches his and Peter can't move to grasp it, he has to lay there and listen to Derek tell him about their family and what they've been up to. A family that's clearly alive and well, and from before the fire.

"Derek," Talia's voice is stern, "What have I told you about climbing on things? And especially Peter's hospital bed?"

"Sorry mom," Derek twists around to look behind him, "But mom, Peter can't see me if I stand on the floor, he can only look up, that's kinda boring."

Another face comes into view and Peter stares up at his sister, she smiles at Derek, "That's a very smart point, but still no climbing on the furniture, now get down." With Derek out of the picture Talia stares down at Peter, "Hey Peter, I've spoken to the doctors and they still don't know what happened, we don't know why you collapsed, but we're not giving up, they're still running tests, and one of us will be with you every moment of every day until you wake up, okay? You won't be alone Peter, Pack is never alone," and her hand touches his arm right next to Derek's.

Another hand joins them and Laura says, "Yeah, it's nice not to hear your sarcasm, but it's too quiet without you Uncle Peter, who am I supposed to argue with? Derek just does get it."

"Hey!" Derek growls, "Mom, Laura's picking on me again."

Rolling her eyes Talia winks at Peter and then says, "Laura don't be mean to your brother, and Derek she doesn't mean it."

Confused Peter lays there and wonders that the hell is going on, he should be dead right now, he led a very blameful life, the mirror should have killed him with the weight of his sins. All he can see is his sister's face, all he hear is his family, all he can smell is his family. If this some kind of punishment for his life then it's a pointless punishment, he's back with his family and this time he won't screw it up.


Now, Stiles' POV:

"Stiles!" Her dad yells and bangs his hand on her bedroom door, "Rise and shine sunbeam, first day of school, don't be late!"

Groaning Stiles rolls over and tries to bury her face in her pillow, maybe it's just a nightmare and it's still the beginning of summer. Then her phone starts buzzing and the alarm goes off, nope, no nightmare, this is real, this is not a drill.

Grabbing her phone she turns the alarm off and groans as the cramps in her stomach protest her doing anything, including living. Damn it, why did shark week have to turn up now?

Stumbling out of bed she staggers to the bathroom and slams the door in her brother's face, damn brat, Tyler's so determined to be annoying. Showering she washes and grimaces as she has to race drying and bleeding, if she does it right she can get her panties and sanitary towel on before the red tide of death drips too much.

Groaning she stretches and winces rubbing her stomach, god periods suck balls so much. Wrapping the big towel around her she shuffles out to go back to her room only to find Tyler bouncing up and down on her bed, "MOM!" She yells, "He's doing it again!"

"TYLER!" Her mom calls out, "QUIT IT!"

With a giggle her brother dashes past Stiles and hurtles towards the stairs, she leaves him to it and goes to get dressed. Pulling on some jeans, a plain bra, a t-shirt and a shirt, she stuffs her hair into a pony tail and picks up her bag. Right now she's kinda glad her dad made her get it ready early.

Stomping down the stairs she collapses onto a chair and lets her head bang onto the table, "Oh sweetheart," her mom's hand squeezes her shoulder, "Is it still bad?"

"Uh huh," she groans, "Can't I just have the day off?"

"No can do," Her mom pats her shoulder, "Here I made you breakfast, I got your Adderall for you, and here are some painkillers baby. Call me if it gets really bad."

"'Kay," She powers through the banana pancakes and knocks back the medication and pain killers.

Her dad appears with the twins over his shoulders, "Honey, have you seen the boys?" Both boys giggle and wiggle in his grip. "The little scamps need to have breakfast before they go to school."

Her mom sticks her head out of the kitchen, "Why dear I believe they're over your shoulders, put them down and I'll get your breakfast."

"Wow, look mom was right, there you guys are," Dad puts the kids down and Stiles snorts into the last of her pancakes. She watches as her dad smoothes down his Deputy's uniform and helps the twins sit at the table, she childishly sticks her tongue out at Tyler and then Dylan copies her. "Stiles," her dad says, "Stop teaching your brothers to misbehave, they're more than capable of doing that on their own, they don't need help."

"Sorry dad," she apologises and enjoys the rest of breakfast with her family. She can't believe how close they came to losing her mom, it was nothing short of a miracle, quickly followed by the twin brats, but she doesn't care, she has her mom and that's all that matters.

Getting ready to go to school she ruffles her brothers' hair and makes them squeak, hugs her dad and takes longer to hug her mom, even after all these years her mom is a shade bit too thin.

"Have fun at school today sunshine," her dad calls out after her, "And say hi to Scout for us."

"Will do dad," she waves and then gets into her jeep, well technically it's still her mom's jeep but it's hers until she goes to college. "Come on baby, time for school, who knows maybe this year will suck a little less than last year," she doesn't really believe that but if she says it enough it might come true.

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.


FYI – Info on the mirror, Gerard stumbled across rumours of the mirror granting youth, so he searched for it. Stiles dug deeper and discovered that the mirror reflects back your entire life, and stripes everything bare so you are forced to confront everything with no comforting lies to protect you from yourself, imagine seeing everything you've ever done and seeing all the consequences and understanding the buried hidden reasons you did any of them. Now imagine being Gerard or Peter and facing all you've done. The weight of your actions will kill you, and the extra kicker was that you'd cease to exist, time would reknit itself without you in it, you and all your actions would be erased as if you'd never been. What Stiles did not find, because the page was ripped out of the book he hunted down, was that if you could face yourself and truly repent you might get offered a second chance, you'd get to relive your life and get a second chance because you'd remember everything. The chance of being offered that second chance were miniscule, and the resulting ripple from giving you that second chance would rewrite reality undoing some things, moving others, and making new things. So while it would be the world you remembered it would also be wildly different.

Also I would like to point out that this is not some cheap way to get you to not realise I've done zero work on any of my series and I'm just gonna leave this here and run.