A/N: It's not super long, I know, but I didn't really want to add anything else onto this chapter. Not sure if I'll continue or not, but I thought it would be an interesting start to season 5.

Brace yourselves.

--Kenxi

It had been a while since Kate Argent had last seen the silly McCall pack from Beacon Hills. Although she had learned in the past that they weren't as weak as she had previously thought. Still, nothing had really happened since the night her brother nearly killed her; everything had been pretty quiet for a while.

Until now.

She gasped involuntarily as she pressed her hand to the gaping wound in her side. Blood ran through her fingers and slid sluggishly down her wrists like a gory bracelet. Kate held her breath and clenched her teeth tight together as she shifted her sitting position against the tree. The slight action nearly elicited another pained sound from her lips, but she bit her tongue and lifted her head high against it. Boy, was that stupid monster going to get it from her. He had not seen the last of Kate Argent.

The ex-hunter hadn't even been doing much, in all honesty. Nearly dying and knowing that she was still being looked for had forced her to live life a bit cleaner. And so she had. It wasn't as if Kate was now living in the suburbs with a job and cute house with a white picket fence. No, she'd rather shoot herself. But she wasn't going on massive killing sprees, nor was she losing control of her super powers. Mostly, anyway. So she was incredibly irate when some crazy, supernatural beast tried to kill her.

It had been dark, obviously, and the thing had come out of nowhere. Kate had been planning on leaving the small town she'd been staying in the past week tonight, as soon as she made sure there was no evidence of her being there to be found. It had attacked her just as she was throwing her little gear into the bed of her Ford truck, actually startling her. Kate was all claws and fangs the second it threw her into a tree. She couldn't see it very well in the quickness of the events, even with her vision, but she could make out its eyes. Big, yellow, very unlike a wolf's, eyes.

All she could get in were a few lashes with her claws; the thing was powerful. It had stabbed her with something, and then just like that it was gone. Leaving her against the tree, waiting for her side to finish healing.

Because as soon as it did, she was going to find out whatever it was that had attacked her. She was going to find it, and then she was going to kill it.

Kate Argent looked up at the big sign, illuminated by one dim light by the street. It read: Beacon Hills, 110 miles. Holding her bloody side, she smiled in the darkness.

Perhaps it was time to pay Scott's pack a visit.

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"We all miss you, ya know. There isn't a day that passes where we don't think about you." Scott almost laughed at the thought of someone like her not being missed. But since Stiles was standing right behind him as he spoke to his dead ex-girlfriend, he figured it might be wise to avoid sounding hysterical. "I doubt anyone could forget about you. There'll always be a part of me that still loves you." The last part Scott whispered so quietly, that only if Stiles was a werewolf could he have heard it.

Scott stood then, nodding at Stiles to say something if he wanted to. Generally, his best friend didn't say much on days like these where they went to visit her grave, but allowed him to do so if he felt the need. Stiles bit his lip, stepped forward, and crouched down, placing a single white rose on her gravestone. On it were engraved words which read:

Allison Argent

Loving daughter, friend, and hero

1996-2014

The early morning air was cool and soothing against Scott's heated skin. The sun was just beginning to shine through the trees and slight fog that had settled. It was so peaceful and quiet without either of the two boys speaking that Scott wondered if Stiles was going to say anything at all, but then, "I'm sorry," was heard softly. "I'm sorry that you died so young—you didn't deserve to. It wasn't fair."

For a brief moment, Scott felt his heart seize in his chest at the pained words. Scott was afraid that the guilt for her death was still too heavy on his friend's shoulders. He knew that Stiles would probably always hold some sense of responsibility for her death, but he had thought that he had been somewhat freed from the weight. Before Scott could say anything, however, Stiles continued.

"But despite that, I know it wasn't my fault. It was the...the Nogitsune, not me. And you died the best way you could have; you died a hero. It still hurts, everything that happened, but I don't blame myself anymore. I know you wouldn't have wanted it, and I know it's the truth." With that Stiles stood up again, facing Scott whose expression he was sure was possibly a bit shocked.

He hadn't expected a full on heart to heart today. After all, they were running a tad late to school. Normally he wouldn't really care, but it was the first day of their senior year, and he didn't want to screw it up already. If his friend needed this moment, though, Scott would gladly let him have all the time in the world.

Stiles offered a small smile and said, "We should probably get going now. Don't wanna be late for class on the first day. Coach'll definitely make us do suicide runs for that, and I don't have werewolf powers to save me if that's the case."

For his friend's sake, Scott let out an uneasy laugh. Stiles of course saw right through it, like he always did, but he didn't say anything as the two walked back towards the blue jeep. On the way they passed Claudia Stilinski's grave; Stiles kissed his hand and then placed said hand on the stone briefly before getting back in step with his best friend.

Nothing else was said between them on the drive to the high school, but it was in no way an awkward silence. In fact, it was rather a comfortable one. For the first time Scott actually felt he knew where Stiles' head was at on the topic of Allison Argent. He hadn't realized how much he missed being on the same page as his brother. Maybe they still weren't, though. After all, this was Stiles. Scott doubted anyone had ever been on the same brain frequency as the thoughtful spaz—except perhaps Lydia Martin on certain occasions.

Scott grinned to himself in his thoughts just as they arrived at the school. Things were going to work themselves out, they always did. Okay, there'd been a few deaths around of late, but none of which seemed supernatural or anything. Besides that, nothing had been out of the ordinary since they'd put Peter Hale away. Maybe they'd even make it through the whole year without any weirdness at all. Maybe Scott McCall was finally going to get that almost normal life he'd always wanted.

Maybe instead of ending up dead, he was actually going to end up happy.

As the boys made their way towards the doors of the school, neither noticed a certain Kate Argent watching them from a distance, safely hidden behind the thick green of the trees. Oh yes, she thought. What a fun start of the year this will be.

A/N: Please leave a review! Let me know what ya'll think about Kate Argent's return, and of the cemetery scene—not sure if that was okay. I think the show needs a scene like that, though, and so I wrote it in. Hope you enjoyed it!

-Kenxi