See Chapter 1 for all warnings. OMG so many lovely comments/reviews, no pressure then to make this good lol… Thank you all.


To Save Them All

02

"Missed you baby," I pat my jeep and smile, damn she was never the same after getting most of her insides ripped out by a kraken, there was nothing any mechanic could do for her, and if nothing else, coming back in time for her and dad, a dad who was surprised at the long hard hug he got this morning, is awesome, god I have missed both of them so much.

Jumping out I amble up the steps to the school, god I've even missed this place, it was hell on earth for me as a teen but I've been tortured for real, I've been a slave with no rights, I've nearly died hundreds of times, and I've personally saved the world twice, all my own, and there was the other six times if you count the ones with Scott and Lydia. I can totally survive High School.

Probably.

I forgot what a complete dick Jackson used to be as I watch him and Scott tangle near Scott's bike.

Scott.

Damn it hurt when he died, but I have him back now and he's going to be just fine, because I will destroy anyone that harms him in anyway, including this version of Jackson.

Magic takes years to learn, and decades to master, luckily I have both on my side, I mutter the spell under my breath and bound over to Scott as I babble about lacrosse and First String and video games. Behind us, well away from us, the Porsche suddenly groans and then three of the four tyres collapse into flats.

"Did you see that?" Scott slaps my shoulder, I must be turning into a werewolf already because it doesn't sting at all.

"See what?" I spin and look around before pointing at Jackson's car, "Dude did he drive all the way here with flats?"

"No it just happened," Scott's eyes are wide and he fishes in his pocket for his inhaler, taking a hit from it he says, a bit breathlessly, "Three of them just went, it was freaky."

"Bro…" I nod wisely and damn it this being a teenager is going to be harder than I thought, there's so much I have to not say, and it's weird not being able to talk to Scott about the supernatural shit going on.

Jackson scurries around his car wringing his hands and Lydia leaves him to walk past me, I'm trying to remember what the hell I was into at this time of my life and I mention that Scott and I need to catch up with our TV as our gaming is getting in the way. Ignoring Lydia, because we're not friends and probably never will be now, I convince Scott that sometime this week we are getting together to movie marathon, damn I'm going to have to go online to see what movies are out and which are pending, shit has Captain America 4 come out yet or not? And the Justice League trilogy, god those years were a blur of running, screaming, flailing and trying not to die.

"Stiles, are you okay?" Scott asks me looking concerned.

"Yeah, why?" Shit what have I done wrong?

"Nothing, it's just that you ignored Lydia, and you've been in love with her forever…" He trails off confused and I mentally curse for forgetting that, I so used to being her friend now, it slipped my mind what an idiot I was for her.

"I'm good Scott, I was merely temporarily blinded by the sun glinting from her beautiful strawberry blonde locks of perfection as if they were made from liquid gold and blessed by angels," there that's suitably flowery and over the top.

"Okay," and like that Scott lets it slide. I got lucky that Scott's human senses are as dull as his werewolf ones.

I survive my first day back all the way to English and try not bang my head on my desk because Kafka sucks balls, big time, I've never liked any of that writing. And then someone's cellphone rings and I glance about to see no one else reacting to it, weird, but then I can hear Allison talking, we've not spoken in years, I went to her funeral and held Scott as he broke down and her family threatened to shoot him in the head, god even his own son went to the dark side and joined the Hunters, it was a mess. Scott didn't last much longer after that, Allison was his anchor and his world, he just gave up, there was nothing I could do. I tune back in to hear her mention leaving her pen at home and now I understand how Scott knew to offer her a pen on her first day at Beacon Hills.

Sliding one of mine out I lean over and hand it to Scott, let's see if the little puppy can work out what to do with it when she walks in. I'm unsurprised by the confused look on his face, but then in comes Allison and even now human!Scott is mesmerized by her, yeah, I guess some things are written in stone and can't be changed, they're meant to be, the pen is handed over to her and Allison smiles at Scott who smiles back.

Cool.

I totally set them up this time around, I hope it lasts and doesn't fall apart, I know Chris never wanted his daughter caught up in this mess, he wanted her out of the Hunting business, if I can keep the lovebirds on the side-lines and distracted with each other I might be able to give them a chance to live out their lives together.

Things are going great through the day, school is so easy it's almost embarrassing, with a lifetime of experience behind me I can breeze through this. My new wolf hearing buzzes in and out, I work on controlling it and by the time it come to Lacrosse try outs I can zero in on any of the conversations happening around me. Case in point, Allison is standing at her locker while Scott is next to me making puppy eyes at her, when Lydia walks up and asks about her jacket, Allison must give the right answer because Lydia accepts her then Jackson, the dick, is there and mocking Allison for not knowing about Lacrosse, and for bowing out of the party on Friday night due to a family thing, the party that will be on the full moon, the one Scott insisted on going to the first time around, the one where Derek took Allison home and Scott got shot by Allison's dad later on in the woods.

Shit, I totally forgot today is the day that Scott joined the Lacrosse team for real, his wolfy powers gave him an edge and I plan how to hide my own wolfy powers as we walk to the boy's locker room. I cannot give away that I'm a werewolf by suddenly being good at Lacrosse, I have to be the idiot, I have to be the Stiles they think I am.


A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.