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Author's Note: This is slightly AU, because Boyd, Erica, Aiden and Allison are alive, while Isaac and Ethan never went AWOL. But this can possibly change over the course of the story.

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It was a sunny Saturday morning in August, and Scott McCall sat on the edge of his bed as his best friend, Stiles Stilinski, went through every single DVD/VHS that Scott owned. It was the last weekend before summer vacation ended and school started back up, and the duo had finally gotten around to the horror/slasher/monster-movie marathon they had wanted to do since school ended. Most of their days were spent coping with the stress of having been almost killed (for the "kazillionth time!" as Stiles put it), and trying to gain some sense of normalcy before anymore crazy things ruined their lives.

However, Derek Hale, AKA Mr. Sourwolf, had other plans for them. He wanted to use the vacation time to strengthen the pack's bond with one another, and also to work them out. He had then doing three hours of cardio a day, another three of weight-training, and then two hours of sparring, all against him. The last match had ended with a wolfed-up Scott facedown against the asphalt of the empty lot of an abandoned restaurant with a parking-curb block pressing excruciatingly hard into his ribs. Boyd had been busy picking bits of broken glass out of a nasty head gash he'd received when Derek had body-slammed him into a wall and effectively shattered a window while Erica was standing there with a haughty expression on her face. Scott sighed heavily, frowning at the remembered pain he'd felt. While he was an alpha, he still stuck around with Derek and the others, because there was safety in numbers, and since they'd had some peace for a few months, it didn't hurt to learn from a more experienced werewolf.

Stiles was still going at it, mumbling to himself, "Dude, we've watched all of these! Don't you have anything new?"

"No." Scott felt a tremor against his thigh and she reached into his pocket, flipping his phone open with a smile. It was a text from Kira. As the raven-haired teen responded, Stiles closed his eyes and grabbed two random DVD's from the shelf. He stood, placing the videos behind his back and standing up, walking over to Scott, who was still texting away with a goofy smile on his face.

"Pick one. Left or right." Stiles said.

"Right." Scott mumbled after a few seconds of hesitation.

Stiles swore when he turned his gaze to the chosen DVD. In his left hand was the 2006 version of "The Omen", and in his right hand...

"Mean Girls".

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Kira Yukimura smiled as she lay back on her bed, the sounds of her favorite musical group L'arc-en-Ciel playing in the background. Her phone dinged, and she grabbed it, opening it up and flicking her thumbs over the letters in reply to what her boyfriend had wrote her. She'd been feeling a little run down after training to control her powers with her mother, and she wanted nothing more than to relax and chat with her friends.

Kira: What are you up to?

Scott: dvd w/ stiles

Kira: Sounds fun. School's in a week, are you ready?

Scott: yea. i know. and hell no! r u xtd?

Kira smiled; while she had flawless grammatical skills, Scott texted like a five-year-old. She'd learned enough from Allison to translate most of his text-speak, but she found it amusing whenever Scott sent her a message.

Kira: Yes, actually. I'll get to see more of you.

Scott: derek is an ass. he wrks us 2 hrd

Kira: He has to, though. It keeps you all in line. ;)

Scott: wtvr! 3 g2g stiles is brd

Kira: Okay, have fun! TTYL!

Scott:

Kira picked up her cryptozoology book and shifted to the dog-eared page about the Loch Ness monster and its counterparts from around the world. She'd been doing more research on monsters and other supernatural creatures in the past few months. There was new threat, according to Derek; something was scoping the town, but it couldn't be identified. Derek just knew it wasn't human and it was out more during the daytime. So she'd taken it upon herself to do some background reading to see what new calamity was bound to befall the city.

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Hmmm...Lydia Martin pursed her perfectly glossed lips as she flipped a page of her Guide to Astrophysics textbook that lay open on her desk. She glanced at the TV, where reruns of The Big Bang Theory played. Lydia smirked; she was like the lovechild of Penny and Sheldon. Genius, cynical, and gorgeous. With a little huff she picked up her cell phone and scrolled to Allison's name, opening up a new message folder and typing away.

I'm bored, Allison. Let's go out!

As the message made its little swooshing noise, announcing it was sent, Lydia giggled at the TV. "Oh, Raj. You poor, inept bastard."

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"Snipe him, Danny!"

"Trying to!"

"Shiiiit, they got the damn flag!"

Ethan threw his XBOX 360 controller onto the floor with a frustrated groan. He and Danny had been playing capture the flag in Call of Duty for the past few hours and were currently on a 7/12 losing streak. They were five games behind and Ethan was getting tired of it. He hated losing more than anything, and it didn't help that his thumbs were aching from excessive button mashing.

Danny sighed as he was hit by a mortar and the game ended. "Haha, medic!" the Hawaiian teen also threw his controller to the side and glanced at the redhead, who was staring at his phone with an expression somewhat akin to boredom. "What's up?"

"Just checking the time. I'm starving." Danny checked his watch, it was still kinda early, but he knew that werewolves had voracious appetites. Maybe they could go out or something.

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Eggs were sizzling in the cast iron frying pan while sage-sausage and biscuits baked in the oven. Flagons of apple juice and sweet tea sat on the table next to the butter, jam and freshly cut fruit cubes and plates were set up on the shiny oak surface. The scent of coffee and tea wafted through the chrome and black oak kitchen as the morning sun peeked through the gap of the lacy curtains in the kitchen's bay window. A small apple blossom tree sat in the corner, soaking up the warm rays, and the bubbly sound of an aquarium filter could be heard from the living room.

"Oi! Food's done!" After that announcement, footsteps, both heavy and small thumped from upstairs and darted into the kitchen, chairs screeching against the linoleum floor. Lumiére Delvecchio watched twelve-year-old twins Zephyr and Terra grabbed their cups and poured juice while 7-year-old Märchesa walked in, rubbing his eyes, his mop of blond hair tousled from sleep. Terra's dirty-blond hair was pulled into a neat-as-a-pin bun on top of her head while Zephyr's unruly chocolate curls were tangled and unkempt. As they spooned eggs onto their plates, two more footsteps made their way into the kitchen and Lumiére looked up to see her elder brother Tristan walking in, closely followed by ten-year-old Dash. Tristan signed something to the boy, who was busy clipping his cochlear implant back into his ear and realigning the magnet onto his scalp, raven hair blocking the view of the object.

Lumiére smiled at her brother and moved her hands to form her question. Are you hungry? I made sage and red pepper sausage.

Dash shook his head with a small frown and Tristan brushed his hair with his hand, causing the boy to glare up at the older man. "He's running a fever so I'm taking him to the doctor," he turned to the twins. "Drop by his class later and grab his homework." Terra nodded and made a vague disgusted expression as Zephyr tore into his eggs, shoveling the yellow and white food into his mouth.

"Not sick!" Dash murmured, his tone muddled slightly due to his impairment. "Fine."

Lumiére pressed her lips to his forehead and grinned, "We need to know if it's because of your new meds or if it's something else. I have to go to work, I'm triple shifting it today, but there's fresh papaya and mango salsa in the fridge and I bought some cantina chips for you." she stood and looked at the twins with a serious look. "Terra, don't forget violin is at four instead of three today, and Z, come straight home after getting Märchesa."

Terra sighed, "When do we start public school instead of year round?"

"When Z's grades pick up and when we say you can. I'll be home around six or six-thirty tonight." Tristan said and Lumiére grabbed her keys from the little dish in front of the doorway, and gave her siblings a cheery little wave as she opened the garage door and walked to her navy-blue Vespa.

"I'll try to bring leftovers for dinner, okay? Ciao!"

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Isaac Lahey was not amused. Boyd and Derek were fighting, and Erica was watching in vague annoyance. They'd been woken up at dawn (it was still dark outside!) by Derek bursting into their room, eyes glowing and fangs out. Issac had no time to react but Boyd was on it, throwing himself into the hallway of the Hale estate and running from the bigger wolf while Erica lazily sauntered after them. It was to keep them in shape and prepared for anything and you'd think he'd be used to it, but no. It's never easy being jerked awake by being thrown through a window or having a hundred and thirty pound mass of raw power who could easily snap your head of your spine with a flick of his wrist and without breaking a sweat. But that was just one of the drawbacks of having your hometown attacked by supernatural forces every goddamned moment of the year, each one more dangerous than the last, and they desperately needed to strengthen their abilities so they'd stand a better change next time.

And there was always a next time…

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Stiles laughed hysterically as Lindsay Lohan walked into Regina George's mansion dressed as a zombie bride while all the other women were dressed as though it were the Slut-tastic Olympics and suddenly Rachel McAdams showed up as a skanky bunny. "Dude! This movie is great!"

Scott chuckled and grabbed the bag of sea salt and black pepper chips and popping a handful of the tangy crisps into his mouth before taking a sip of his root beer. He turned his gaze from the movie as his phone lit up. Kira was calling so he paused the DVD (much to Stiles's exasperation).

"Hello?" Scott rolled his eyes as Stiles started making kissy faces.

"Scott? Hey, Lydia just texted me and asked if we all wanted to hang out."

Scott rose an eyebrow, "We?"

He could hear the smile in Kira's voice, "Everyone. You, me, Allison, her and Isaac. Danny, Stiles. Derek and the others. Everyone."

Scott groaned internally but he really wanted to see Kira, even if nearly ten other people were showing up. "Okay, where at?" He watched in amusement as Stiles continued his teasing antics.

"She's inviting us to lunch at that new Italian bistro downtown." Kira said after a few seonds, having asked Lydia the same question.

Stiles perked up, "Campo di Fiore? That place is expensive!"

Scott pushed his friend away, "We don't have that kind of money." he said into the phone, and Kira laughed.

"She's buying."

Scott and Stiles exchanged a glance and Stiles beamed. "Hell, yeah, bro let's go!" Scott didn't have time to reply because Stiles dragged him out of the room, down the stairs and out of the house to his jeep.

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