A/N - So this isn't really linked to any episodes, etc. Its more a kind of seperate story, set after season 3 so its recent but it's not got many links to the season, just set afterwoods if that makes sense haha, not really good at explaining but it'll become clear as you read on, I promise :D

Disclaimer - I own teen wolf...NOT, I wish then I'd be rich and have Tyler Posey on speed dial

Warnings: Violence, maybe some sexual scenes, blood, swearing, emotional bromances (no slash fic)

Now get reading!


Present Day

The rain pours on to the old Hale house roof rhythmically. The sound is comforting for Scott as he stares at it from a distance. He knows they can't see him from this spot; he's not ready to see them not after everything that happened. He's changed so much over the past 7 years. He's got his own pack, albeit small, but it's his pack, his family. Yet even with this new pack he still thinks of the family he lost, he thinks of the pain he went through, losing them every day. After not seeing the house for so long, now that he's looking at it once more he feels lost, out of place and alone. That's how he'd felt before he found his pack, being an omega is lonely, scary. Being alone in front of an army of hunters, knowing there's no one left who can save you, it's the thing that either makes you or breaks you as an omega. It did both to Scott, although he'd never admit that. Behind him he can sense a familiar presence, without turning round he takes in a deep breath, absorbing and identifying their scents. Jaya and George are stood behind him. He smiles; their mere presence makes all the loneliness flow out of him. They're his home now, them and the rest of his pack. Jaya puts a comforting hand on his shoulder, feeling her alphas pain. George stands still, just knowing that he's there makes Scott feel better.

7 Years ago

Stiles parks outside Scott's house and turns to his best friend, who's sat in the passenger seat holding his hand over his bleeding left side. "You ok?" he asks, concern filling his voice, not for the physical injuries which he knows will heal but for the emotional trauma Scott's just been through, watching them die, right in front of him would mess anyone up, and he knows how Scott's going to blame himself. He hates how life has turned so dangerous for his best friend, and tonight is just another example. Going up against a rogue pack whose only instinct is to kill is just one of the many threats that face these teens daily. He can't help but think back to the fight, Scott's lucky to have made it out alive. Not everyone did, their allies, their friends, Billy and Mac didn't. They died protecting Scott, protecting his best friend. Despite the relief that Scott is now safe Stiles knows that it's going to be a long time till he's 'ok' again.

Scott doesn't even look at Stiles when he replies through clenched teeth, "I'm fine, I'm healing".

Stiles wants to say more, tell Scott that he knows he's not fine, that he's there for him but before he gets the chance his best friend opens the Jeep door and slides out, grabbing his injured side as the movement causes him pain, he walks slowly up the drive way and into his house. Stiles watches him till the door shuts then starts the engine. He wishes he didn't have to leave him in this state, but there's someone else that needs him more.

Half an hour later Stiles arrives outside Lydia's house. He turns off the Jeep, pocketing his keys as he gets out. He then walks up to her front door and knocks. He waits a minuet but there is no answer, so he knocks again, this time louder. After another minuet of no one answering Stiles starts to get agitated, he lets out a deep breath as he grabs his phone and calls Lydia. After the fifth ring he gets her voicemail. "Really Lydia?" he mutters to himself, "been chasing you for how many years and your still ignoring me", he tries the door one more time before walking round the back of the house. He walks past the pool and over to the conservatory door, looking in you would've thought that there was no one in – no lights on, and no sign of movement. Stiles knows better though, he knows Lydia's just avoiding him because of Mac; he knows she's hurting and just wants to be alone. He also knows that alone isn't what she needs, even if it is what she thinks she wants. What she needs is a friend. With that thought Stiles searches though his pocket, pleased when he finds a paperclip 'thank you Mr Barker and your obsession with unnecessarily papercliping my assignments' Stiles grins to himself as he twists the paperclip straight and starts to work on the lock. After a minuet he hears a click and pushes the door open. Inside he's met by calming warm air and the smell of incense candles burning. He makes his way through the familiar house, up the stair and over to Lydia's room. The doors shut and as he nears to it he can hear the faint sound of sobbing. His heart breaks at the sound. It's more than just a normal cry; it's filled with pain and loss. The pain of losing someone close to you – someone you love. Stiles knows that pain all too well and the sound of Lydia's sobs brings back memories of his mother, of the days after her untimely death. He didn't think he'd ever get over it but Scott was there for him, he's the reason Stiles survived that chapter of his life and he wants to be there for Lydia just like Scott was there for him. Lydia doesn't have anyone else who can do this for her, not since Alison left. Stiles opens the door slowly peeing into the room. Lydia's on her bed, she's sat upright but she's bent over a pink fluffy pillow crying into it. There are black marks on the pillow where her mascaras rubbed onto it and when she looks up Stiles can see the black mascara running down her face and her watery red eyes. Her face is pale, even underneath the foundation and her frame is hunched in an unconfident manor. Lydia looks vulnerable, an adjective that Stiles would have never used to describe her before today. "What do you want?" she asks, her voice is strained from crying so it only comes out as a whisper. Stiles doesn't speak, he just looks at her, his expression full of sympathy. He's been in the exact same state that she's in – minus the mascara- and he knows the pain she's feeling. He understands her in only the way that someone who's felt that kind of grief can. He sits down next to her on the bed; she doesn't move or stop crying and only when Stiles reaches his arm over her shoulders does she falls into him, crying into his shirt. All he can do is to pull her in closer and hold her tight, wishing he could make everything better. Go back to the fight and do something, anything to change the outcome. They didn't have to die, they shouldn't have.

The next morning Stiles finds himself waking up next to Lydia on her bed. She's still cuddling into him; his arm is still wrapped round her. This isn't the situation he'd envisioned himself in when he dreamed about waking up next to Lydia in her bed. He doesn't move for fear of waking her, she looks peaceful when she's asleep, she almost looks happy. He lies there for about half an hour, the sunlight beaming into the room but still Lydia doesn't stir. After the day that she had Stiles isn't surprised that she's wiped out. Even when his phone rings she doesn't flinch. He tries to reach over to look at it but can't without letting go of Lydia, and he doesn't want to disturb her, he doesn't want to leave her. After he hears his phone ring for the fifth time though he starts to get worried that something wrong. He gently pulls his arm out from under Lydia's back, placing her back on the bed and lifting her purple covers over her so she doesn't get too cold. She wriggles slightly but soon snuggles into her new position. Stiles grabs his phone and tiptoes out into the hallway, shutting the door carefully behind him. Now alone he looks through his phone – five missed calls from Scott and two voicemails. Stiles clicks on the voice mails, and plays the first one. "Stiles, Stiles pick up, something's wrong, he's back, he's here. I need to know you're ok." Scott's panicked voice cries out down the phone as the call ends. Stiles is frozen with panic and for a second he just stops, not moving, not breathing. He doesn't know who's there, who Scott's so scared off. All he knows is that Scott's in trouble. Hands shaking he brings up the second message and listens. "AHHHHH! Please stop" Scott's pain filled scream echo's through his head and Scott's weak, pained groan sends chill down Stiles back. Stiles can't stand hearing the pain in his best friend's voice but through sheer will power he manages to keep on listening, "Now Scott, I want you to apologise" a low, clear, unfamiliar voice is introduced to the conversation and Stiles listens intently. "For what?" Scott asks his voice is less of a groan now and more of a strained whisper. Whatever this man's doing to Scott it isn't good, and hearing it through this voice mail is filling Stiles with a mixture of dread and fear, emotions that he had never felt so strongly until the world of the supernatural had opened up to him. "Murdering my son" the man's anger shoots through his voice and into Stiles, he can feel the pain, and he can feel the betrayal and, worst of all, he can feel the pulsing rage of this man. In those three words fear strikes Stiles, and he knows, he knows that Scott isn't going to get out of this.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, so many questions! Did they save Scott 7 years ago? If they did then why did he leve them? If he didnt then how did he survive? Who is this mystery man whos hurting Scott and did Scott kill the mans son? Whos Mac and Billy and what battle left them dead? Why does he have a new pack? all these questions and only one way to find the answers, keep on reading and reveiw (Mwhahaha) ;D xxxx