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Flash-back chapter.

9-year-old Stiles sat happily in the back seat of his mother's 2003 Impala. He was jumping up and down as much as his belt allowed, his shaggy hair flopping into his eyes. His mother looked into the rear-view mirror. "You better calm down mister, or you'll hop right out of this car." He blue eyes sparkled, betraying her stern tone.

"I'm just really really exited mom! I get to stay at Scott's for a whole weekend, and it's gonna be totally awesome!" The reply was so enthusiastic, his mother had to suppress a giggle. Stiles didn't stop his bouncing.

"Well then sweet-heart, I guess you won't miss me or your father while we're away, maybe we just won't come back." Stiles mother said, feigning sadness.

Stiles' parents had decided to go to a small bed and breakfast the coming weekend to celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary. Mr. and Mrs. McCall had generously offered to take Stiles for the weekend. Because their sons were practically inseparable, and the fact Stiles and Scott's mom worked together, it was a most convenient decision.

Stiles immediately stopped bouncing and became wide-eyed and serious. " Well, duh! Of course I'll miss you guys! More then anything!" He then resumed bouncing, and his mother let out a musical laugh.

"I know sweetie." A momentary pause, then her voice took on a slightly more authoritative tone. "And Stiles, you have to be on your best-"

Stiles cut in. "I know I know, best behavior, don't forget your manners and don't set anything on fire… again." He ticked off the points on his left hand, stopping to look slightly guilty when remembering the last point. Stiles' mother hid a smile, and then focused back on the road, stopping at a newly changed red light. She looked in rear-view mirror again and observed her son, who had stopped bouncing and now had his attention focused on his new Batman action figure. She then brought her attention back to the lights, which had yet to change, while absentmindedly brushing a piece of curly light brown hair out of her eyes. Finally they changed colour and Stiles' mom continued on, driving into the intersection.

Suddenly, Stiles glanced up and everything seemed to slow down. He registered a few things at once, there was a loud honking noise coming from somewhere close by, his mother was screaming and, as Stiles glanced to his left side, there was a pick-up truck headed right towards the side of the car. Suddenly everything snapped back to normal speed, but Stiles could have sworn it sped up somehow. The truck hit the car with unpredictable force, glass flew everywhere and the car rolled. Everything was a blur for Stiles and for a minute everything went black. When Stiles regained his senses everything was an eerie quiet calmness, and the car was on its back. Stile could see the blood dripping from his arms and head and started to panic. "Mom? Mom!" No answer. He tried again. "Mom? MOMMY?" Still no answer, and he started to cry. If Stiles were paying attention he would have heard a crowed of loud people coming from somewhere outside the car, and the faint sound of sirens in the distance, but he was only paying attention to his mothers limp form in the front seat. Her brown hair hanging down, brushing against the car roof, and the blood dripping down on the roof as well. Stiles, deep down realized something was wrong, but he just kept repeating "Mom", even when his voice was horse and the paramedics were pulling him out of the wreck, he kept repeating it until the paramedic sedated him and drove him away from the scene and to the hospital, to where his now-widowed father was waiting.

Even though it's hard to tell, because of Stiles' sarcasm, rambling and jokes, he grew up way faster then any child should.

Stiles' mother died instantly, her neck had snapped on impact. The driver of the pick-up also died a week later due to internal injuries. Stiles' father became very introverted for almost a year after the accident. Stiles tried his hardest to help his father with everything he needed, often cooking meals for his father, often keeping a one-sided conversation going, mostly to fill the constant silence of the house. Even though Stiles tried his best to stay strong, he suffered from panic attacks from time to time, when it hit him really hard that is mother wasn't there. When Stiles' father snapped out of his near-mute state (thanks to some harsh, but well meaning words from Scott's mother) Stiles kept taking care of his father, because he the only family he had left.

A.N.~ back, 2 in one day. :)

I don't know when the next chapter will be up, because I have a feeling trying to write Scott is going to annoy the heck out of me.
But I will write as fast as I can. :P