Author's Note: Hi guys! So... I just finished the 4th season of Teen Wolf and HOLY CRAP! I'm in love! So... even though we know who the actual Benefactor is, I decided to give my version of how the story of the Benefactor went. Bear with me! Please! This is just me putting random thoughts on paper... er well... a computer! :P so yeah... Hopefully I get the second chapter up soon! Enjoy!

"Not that one Stiles!" a warm voice soothed. Stiles slowly unwrapped his hands from around the small purple flower. He looked around the meadow but there was no one else in sight, only rolling hills of green grass and patches of the small purple flowers.

"Why not?" he heard himself ask. He felt a soft pair of hands on his shoulder as a woman bent down next to him. Although her features were blurry, they were still recognizable. Long dark hair, sharp chin, slender cheekbones. He knew this woman... he just didn't know how.

"That one is special. It has a very important role to play." the voice was warm, soft and seemed to soothe Stiles. He knew she wasn't there to hurt him, nor to get angry at him.

"How?" Stiles heard his voice ask again "It's the same as all the others, it's so...normal! What role could it possibly play that's so special?"
The woman laughed, and it was so beautiful and genuine Stiles felt like laughing along with it. The woman tussled his hair and replied.

"It's usually always the normal ones that have the most important role."
Stiles wanted to object but he couldn't. His voice wasn't working anymore. Suddenly a sensation took over his entire body. He felt light. He could feel himself drifting up out of his body. He tried to hold on, but a voice kept calling him from above.

"Stiles? Stiles! Stiles, wake up!"

Stiles' eyes flew open. "Scott?"

Scott peered down at Stiles as he shook his shoulder. He had a concerned look on his face, and it only took Stiles a few seconds to figure out why. Strewn about the floor were papers and books of all different kinds. Stiles was laying on his side, right in the center of the chaos.

"Hey man, are you okay?" Scott knelt down beside Stiles and helped him sit up.

"Yeah... yeah... I must of fell asleep... or something..." Stiles started picking up a few of the stray papers around his feet. Scott chuckled.

"Yeah, you probably did fall asleep because it's three o'clock in the morning and that's what all the normal people are doing right now."

"Well we aren't exactly normal are we?" Scott sat for a while in thought then started helping Stiles clean up.

"Why aren't you in bed?" he asked as he extracted a dirty sock from one of Stiles's paperbacks.

"I... um... couldn't sleep?" Stiles said as he took the sock from Scott and chucked it across the room.

"You were just fast asleep." Scott reminded him.

"Right, I uh... was studying for the history test?"

"You don't need to study! You could ace that test in a coma!"

Then Scott found it. Laying on the ground with the rest of the research Stiles had been doing. A copy of the dead pool. Stiles tried to take it from Scott but failed... epically. He made a swipe for the paper but Scott dodged, leaving Stiles to fall, very ungracefully, from his knees to his face! He turned over to see the wheels turning in Scott's head.

"You're trying to find out who the Benefactor is!" He looked down on Stiles with his sad little, worried puppy dog eyes that Stiles really hated. He couldn't lie to Scott.

"Yeah," Stiles replied as he pushed himself back onto his knees. "And I've almost got it."
Stiles managed to swipe the list out of Scott's hand while avoiding those darned adorable eyes. He continued cleaning until he couldn't take the silence anymore.

"I have to do something! Okay!" he looked his best friend in the eyes and felt a million different emotions run through him at once. Pain, sadness, helplessness but mostly guilt. He felt guilty because there was some evil... thing out there who wanted all of his friends dead, so badly he'd pay people millions of dollars to kill them, and there was nothing Stiles could do to help. He wasn't special like the others. He couldn't do anything to fight against the Benefactor. The only thing he was good at was solving puzzles. And hell... he was sort of failing at that too. Scott obviously smelt his friends emotions (weird, I know), because he put a comforting hand on Stiles's shoulder.

"Hey, were a pack. Remember, that means we fight together. We need each other... okay? And no one is useless, everyone plays a part." Stiles still wasn't very reassured, but he didn't tell Scott that. He just smiled and nodded and continued to clean up the papers. However, Scott grabbed Stiles's shaky hand , causing the papers to flutter back to the ground.

"Get some sleep, this can wait till the morning."

"Yeah...no, my dad's going to kill me if he sees this mess!" but Stiles was tired. He never realized until now how heavy his eyelids were. "On second thought... sleep sounds good too."

Scott helped Stiles to his feet and into his bed. Before he turned off the lamp he was struck with one question.

"Hey, why'd you come here in the first place?" Stiles asked Scott who was just about to walk out the door. He stood there for a while as if thinking for the right answer.

"Nothing important." he finally said "I'll tell you in the morning. Get some sleep!"

"O...okay..." Stiles was too tired to argue. He turned off the light and said softly.

"Night bro..."

"Night, Stiles." Scott said as he closed the door gently behind him.