Scott had had heard the footsteps a while before he heard the knock on his bedroom door. Currently Scott was engaged in his chemistry homework laying sprawled across his bed typing on his laptop, so he had not gotten up to check who it was. He had a feeling who it could be though, and it was someone he would rather not have a conversation with right now. In fact he would like to never have the conversation they were about to have, and that said conversation would never be needed.

But Scott McCall also knew, that he very rarely got exactly what he wanted. The last year had proved that perfectly, so he sighed heavily and saved his work before he got up from the bed. He opened the door to his room, to find exactly who he had been expecting.

"Hey," Allison said quietly. She had a bag over her right shoulder and a cask around the other arm. He knew there were more bandages around her torso, but luckily the purple shirt hid those. Scott did not like to think back to that night at Oak Creek, not at all.

"Hey," he replied a little louder and took a step back to allow her inside. "So-" he began not knowing exactly what to say to her.

"5 hours," she said as if she had read his mind. Allison was clearly avoiding his eyes, he understood why. "We´re headed to the airport afterwards, I just wanted to save you for last." Her teeth were biting in her bottom lip, and he could hear her heartbeat race. A lot quicker than it usually did.

"Okay," he said. He had a lump in his throat, and if he was honest it was very tempting to just reach out and wrap his arms around her, but he was worried about her reaction so he didn´t. He wasn´t entirely sure what to say either, so instead he just tapped his fingers awkwardly against his desk.

"I´ll- I´ll miss you," Allison said, her voice shaky. That´s when he decided to ignore his previous concerns, and instead step forward and wrap his arms loosely around her, careful not to touch where her bandages were. She clutches him tighter, and buries her face in his shirt. It is the first time in a long while, a very long while, that he has seen her so vulnerable. He wants to say something to her, but he doesn´t know what. She is not his girlfriend anymore, she hasn´t been for the last 6 months, not since before summer break. And now- now she is leaving, and he might not see her again in a very long time. Scott just wants to figure out something to say to her.

"I´ll miss you too," Scott said, and he swallowed hard trying to get rid of the large lump in his throat, and when he let out a low sound, he knew he was crying. He inhaled sharply and kept holding her carefully.

"It´s okay," Allison said shakily. "I am in the arms of my first love," her voice was lower now, almost as if she was talking to herself. She looked up from where her head had been resting against his shoulder. "The person I´ll always love."

"I love you too," Scott whispered into her ear. They both knew what it meant, if it had been some time ago it might have meant something else. But now he understood his feelings for Allison better. He still loved her, still cared about her, but he wasn´t in love with her anymore, and from the look on her face when she met his eyes, she felt the same way, if he had to make a qualified guess.

"So," Allison slipped out from his careful hold. "I should probably get going."

"Yeah," he agreed a little awkwardly. "You wouldn´t want to be late at the airport." Allison walked towards his door again, and Scott walked with her downstairs. She effectively avoided his eyes, and he decided it might be a good thing. There was a relatively high risk, he would start crying again, if she actually did meet his eyes.

"I´ll skype you when we get there," Allison said quietly, before she wrapped the arm that was not in a cask around his shoulders again. Scott hugged her back, and sent her a quick smile as she approached the car where her Dad and Isaac was waiting. Isaac had decided that he wanted to go to London for a while, originally he had wanted to go with the Argents to France. That was until Mr. Argent had reminded him that the Argents in France were particularly less liberal than he and Allison had been of late. That had made Isaac reconsider his options.

He had tried to explain it to Scott. That he liked being a part of Scott´s pack, and it really was exactly what he had wanted since he became a werewolf. But Derek was still there too, and as much as Isaac wanted to be the bigger person and just forgive him for how massively he had screwed him, Boyd, Erica and to some extent Cora over, he didn´t think he would be able to do that any time soon.

"So," Isaac had ended his argument. "I think I better stay away for now, because you obviously want Derek in your pack and I don´t. Besides I have some distant family in London." Scott had replied that he did understand that. They hadn´t seen Derek for the last month, but he would probably show up at some point again, and the last thing Scott wanted was to have to keep the two werewolves from attacking each other. Which was likely to happen if Isaac stayed.

When the Argents´ car disappeared at the end of the road, Scott went inside again. His mother was out of the house, otherwise he might have talked with her. As it was he really wasn´t what exactly to do. It felt like he had lost something, that nothing was ever going to be the same. Which was a strange and unwelcome feeling for him. The last time he had really felt like that, was when he had become a werewolf. Something he really hadn´t wanted. In the same way he didn´t want this change now. But worse things could have happened, and he was happy they hadn´t. He didn´t even want to think about, how much worse things could have been.

Lydia Martin inhaled sharply, and refocused her gaze on the road again. She still had a lump in her throat, the last thing left from the recent goodbye she had said in the airport. Granted, she had said goodbye to Allison the previous day, by spending the entire day watching movies, talking, and doing quite a lot of hugging. The last thing not being something Lydia usually did very often.

But even though she had said her goodbyes to Allison yesterday, she hadn´t said no, when Allison had asked if she wanted to come along to the airport. It had been really sad, even though Allison had already promised to skype her on practically a daily basis. Allison was the first really close friend, Lydia had had in what felt like forever. The first person other than Jackson, who she had actually allowed to see her behind her façade, and yes Kira wasn´t terrible and Stiles was okay, she might even tolerate Malia, but none of the friends she now had left in Beacon Hills were Allison.

Lydia refocused on reality, when her phone rang. Lydia took the call, put the phone on speaker and threw the phone down on the seat beside her. She had already checked the caller id, and she had quite a good idea about why he was calling.

"For the last time Stilinski I am not an encyclopedia, call Kira if you want to know stuff about Nogitsunes and Kitsunes," she was more than slightly irritated with the amount of times Stiles called her on exactly that topic.

"Lydia, I do call you about other things," Stiles replied clearly offended.

"No, and the topics discussed in your last 15 phone calls to me prove that," Lydia retorted.

"Wow you´re in a terrible mood," Stiles mumbled, probably to himself.

"Why do you think?" Lydia couldn´t resist replying with a snap.

"Oh," it seemed it just dawned on Stiles. "I´m so so sorry Lydia, I really didn´t think about that." Stiles and Allison had said goodbye almost immediately after her father had originally decided they should move, and Stiles didn´t have a particularly close relationship. This was different for him, than for her or Scott.

"Unsurprisingly," Lydia replied dryly. She looked on the road, and thought she might have seen something on the side of it. Something that looked oddly familiar, but before she could think any more about it, Stiles talked again: "You still there?"

"Yeah," Lydia replied, her eyes still scanning the side of the road. Whatever she had seen seemed to be moving. Maybe it was just a jogger or something. At least she knew it wasn´t a dead body that would have involved screaming by now. "Just thought I saw something."

"What?" Stiles asked, but before she could reply, previously mentioned something stumbled onto the road, about 10 feet ahead of her car. Lydia immediately braked the car, and practically flew out of it. Things falling onto the road near Beacon Hills hadn´t exactly been a good sign in the past.

As she had had gotten half way, she noticed the phone was still in her hand, and that Stiles still was asking what was going on. Lydia didn´t reply though, and instead turned the unconscious form of what appeared to be a human around, from where he or she had fallen face down on the asphalt road.

It was getting darker, but Lydia still clearly recognized the beaten up face belonging to Derek Hale. How had he ended up here? Last she had talked to Scott, he had no idea where any of the Hales were. (Lydia had taken a particular interest in knowing where Peter was.)

"Lydia, what´s going on?" Stiles asked again, as she could slowly focus on things that weren´t Derek.

"Call Scott," she snapped at him.

"Why-" Stiles began.

"Would you just call him?" Lydia immediately cut him off. "I found Derek."

Author´s note: What do you mean Allison didn´t move to France with her dad? Seeing as this is my own personal AU for how I want season 4 to go, I can do what I want. I am still planning on basing it very closely on the released spoilers for season 4, with the same villain etc. I´m not entirely sure what will become of the new characters yet, but we´ll see. If you enjoyed this I would love you if you left a review.