Come on, Stiles. One step at a time, Stiles thought as he very carefully stepped from rock to rock just on the edge of the waterfall. It was a steep fall and at the bottom awaited numerous large jagged rocks, but at the moment he pretended the bottom was made out of several, large, fluffy down pillows. The water rushing over the edge didn't make crossing any easier either. It made the rocks slippery and his feet threatened to slip from under him sending him over the edge. It was a fear that was made a reality when he took another step forward. He didn't get stable footing on the rock and his foot slipped sending him into the freezing water and towards the edge.

"Scott!" He yelled out as he tried to swim towards the bank of the river. The water wasn't deep. He could probably stand if the water wasn't so fast and he used the depth to his advantage. Grounding his feet into the bottom of the river and launching himself toward the bank. "Scott!"

Just then he was yanked up the collar of his flanel shirt and brought onto the grassy bank.

"Stiles, are you okay?" Scott asked concerned.

"Yeah," he choked out between mild coughs. "I'm just dandy."

He pushes himself up off the ground and dusts himself off despite the fact that he's now soaking wet. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulls out his ruined phone.

"Great. Just great, dude." He clicked every button on the phone but it was no use. It was gone. Stiles groans and slips it back into his pocket. "Why are we even up here?"

Scott's looking back at the river, "I told you. I'm doing Derek a favor."

"And this has to do with me how?"
Turning away from the river and looking at Stiles, he shrugs shoving his hands in his pockets. "I didn't want you to feel left out?" It's more of a question than a statement.

Stiles responds with nothing but a glare and scratches his head.

"Do you hear that?"

"What? The sound of my heart breaking?"

Scott begins to walk towards the trees in the middle of Stiles ranting. He watches as Scott disappears into the thick of the trees. Mouth open and a little angry that he had just walked off, leaving him.

"Scott! Wait up!"

Fifteen minutes later...

Stiles can barely keep up with him as he follows behind the werewolf, and he's pretty sure they're lost in the middle of Beacon Hills forest when he sees a break in the trees. The road is about a hundred yards away and they could make it. Or atleast Scott.
"Scott!" Stiles managed to gasp. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest and his lungs burned. "I'm going to die!"

He gives up and stops following, leaning on a tree. Fighting to regain his breath. Scott stops and turns, looking over Stiles with concern.

"You okay, buddy?"

"Fine, go ahead. I'll just implode here quietly."

"Come on, you big baby." Scott says turning back to the road.

"Scott, wait take it easy. I'm human remember? Just give me a second to catch my breath."

Scott rolls his eyes but waits. His eyes move in the direction of the road and he tenses.

"We gotta go now." He says and turns back to Stiles who is hunched over. He looks up at him and sighs.

"Fine." Stiles straightens and they walk towards the road. Scott begins to walk faster and faster while Stiles stayed the same pace. Not wanting to repeat the whole gasping for air scenario. Scott reaches the road when suddenly, he disappears. Just like that. Poof! Gone.

"Scott?" He calls out warily. "Scott?"

He didn't need super werewolf hearing to hear the sound of Scott scream his name in a muffled gasping voice, and it sent him running for the road after him.

Just as he was clear of the trees, and he felt the asphalt under his booted feet, something hit him. Hard. Enough so to send him to ground clutching his stomache. Bracing for another attack, he looks up. Searching for his attacker. He sees a woman. Holding Scott by the throat and staring down at him. Her eyes glowing a luminescent green. A ghost of a smile on her face.

"Now that the party's all here," she says. Looking back at Scott who struggled in her grip. "Let's have fun shall we?"

Allison sits alone on the roof outside her window. Her legs pulled close to her chest and her chin resting on her knees. She had been out there for hours. Just thinking. About Gerard, and how he was playing her all along. About the kanima and her mom. And Scott. Especially Scott. The main reason she didn't want to get back together with him was because her heart was broken. Not by him, but by everything else and all she wanted to do now was rest. To let her heart mend itself before being thrown back into a relationship. With life returning to semi-normal, she now had to come to terms with the fact that her mother was gone. To learn that physically yes she was dead, but in her heart and mind no. There she was alive and well. She planned to keep on learning about being a hunter, if her dad was willing to teach her.

A sudden gentle tapping sound knocks her out of her thoughts. Turning her head, she sees her dad at the window looking out at her. His eyes asking her silent permission. When she moves slightly and gives a brief knod, he slides the window open and joins her on the roof. He doesn't say anything for a while. He just sits there next to her and looks out across the street at the neighbors son playing fetch with his dog.

"Allison?" She doesn't answer, only turns her head slightly. "Are you okay?"

"Define 'okay'"

"Being satisfactory or in satisfactory condition or be in perfect condition and order. To give approval."

"That was rhetorical." Allison says. A small smile creeps it's way onto Chris's face.

"Okay, but really. How are you feeling?"

"Like someone took a chainsaw to my chest."

"Because of Sc-"

"If you finish that sentence, one of us is falling off the roof." She says, rather quickly, cutting him off before he could finish. "And I doubt it's going to be me."

She looks up at him as she says it, a smile forming on her lips.

"Okay, Okay." And he returns the smile.

Then it's quiet again. It was a comfortable silence though, and after a minute or so Allison inches closer to her father and settles into his side with his arm going around her shoulders. Chris kisses the top of her head and rubs her shoulder slightly.

He worries. Alot. Mostly about her. Hunting isn't the kind of life he wants for her. He wouldn't wish it on anyone. It's a hard life. One full of death and destruction. It had destroyed her aunt and her mother. He had lost his sister, his wife, and his father. He'd lose his mind if he'd lost Allison to it as well.

When he looks down at the ground, something catches his eye beneath the tree in his front yard. A dark figure with his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets, staring up at him with a cold, steel gaze. Derek.

"Allison, stay up here." Chris whispers then retreats back into her room and down the stairs, meeting Derek by the front door.

"What are you doing here?" He says in a low voice.

Derek answers darkly, with the hint of a growl entwining his voice.

"We have a problem."