A/N: So here we are again. A bunch of little vignettes on Scott, Stiles, and Jackson and Matt. I'm rescinding my all human AU because it just ended up writing itself this way.


Scott stayed in the treehouse. He saw his mom's car drive up and watched her enter the house. Looking down at his phone, he saw a new text message from Dana, who asked if she could come over to talk. He replied in the affirmative and she said she'd be over soon. Scott climbed down and went inside.

"Hey, Mom?" Melissa looked up and smiled at the sight of her son. "Dana's coming over and maybe we could order a pizza?"

"Sounds great, but I've got the late shift again tonight. I'm only here for a quick shower and then I'm off again. Say hi to Dana for me, okay?" Scott nodded and hugged Melissa, who looked surprised but hugged back. "Something wrong?"

"No, just..." Scott inhaled. "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Scott. Now go clean up, you smell like you didn't shower today."

Dana arrived forty-five minutes later, about ten minutes after Melissa left again, and put her purse down on the counter and turned to face Scott, who was standing beside a just-arrived pizza box. "Scotty, come here." She opened her arms and Scott found himself hugging her tight. "Hey, kiddo, it's okay."

Scott sniffled and looked up at Dana, who smiled gently. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, pulling away. "It's been a while since we talked and I really needed one of your famous hugs."

"Okay, let's sit down and you can tell me all about this Stiles Stilinski."


"That was amazing," Stiles murmured once he'd pulled back from the kiss with Derek. "Can you believe that we only met seven hours ago and it feels like we've known each other for years?"

"God, that's so cheesy," Isaac mumbled, only to get his face covered with a pillow from behind.

"Shut up, Isaac! Don't ruin their moment," Liam said. He smiled at Stiles and Derek. "Hey, guys."

Isaac pushed the pillow away and looked up at Liam. "Where's my ten bucks?"

"You two bet on this happening?" Derek glared at them. Isaac and Liam had the decency to look moderately guilty. "I should be surprised and, yet, I'm not. Liam, pay Isaac and shut him up." Isaac's face lit up with glee as Liam grumbled and dug out a crisp $10 bill. "No more betting, either of you. One of these days, it's going to go south and you'll be in trouble. I need you guys." He wrapped a protective arm around Stiles and watched his two best friends. "Don't tell anyone about this yet."

"But you make such a cute couple," Isaac cooed and Liam sniggered. Derek rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to Stiles' temple.


"Dude, I don't think this is such a good idea," Matt said. He was sitting beside Jackson in his Porsche across the street from the Wolfe residence. "You don't even really know if he did it or not." If Jackson weren't so absorbed in revenge, he would have noticed Matt was extremely uncomfortable with being here.

"Shut it and follow my lead," Jackson growled, getting out of the car and walking slowly towards the house. Matt whimpered quietly but did as he was told. "You ring the doorbell and I'll ambush the twerp when the time is right."

Matt cursed under his breath and stepped up onto the porch. He hadn't been here since before Justin died and he knew from all the dirty looks Kelvin shot him after the accident, he wasn't going to have such a warm welcome. He raised a hand and rang the doorbell, waiting for an answer.

The door opened to reveal Mrs. Wood, who dropped the surname Wolfe following the death of her husband shortly after Kelvin was born. "Matthew, it's been forever," she said, a drink in hand. "How old are you now? Sixteen? Seventeen?"

"Seventeen, ma'am." Matt smiled gently. "Is Kelvin home?"

"Come on in and sit down." She pulled Matt into the house and shut the door. "Kelvin, someone's here to see you! I'll be in the kitchen." Mrs. Wood stumbled briefly on her way out.

Matt heard the familiar stair creak and looked up to see Kelvin. "H-hey, Kel."

"What the fuck are you doing here?"


"You don't have to go!" Isaac wouldn't let go of Stiles as he tried to make his way to his Jeep. "Stay with us. You can go home in the morning."

"Let go of Stiles' shirt," Derek chuckled, putting a hand on Isaac's shoulder. "You don't want the Sheriff coming over, do you?" Isaac continued to whine and cling to Stiles. "Jeez, it's not like you're his boyfriend, Isaac. Let him go."

Stiles couldn't help but smile. "Is he always like this?" He asked, ruffling Isaac's curls, earning himself a content purr.

"Only when he's really attached to someone," Liam replied, grabbing Isaac's upper arm and pulling him away from Stiles. "Weren't you the one who thought it cheesy that we're acting like this and we've only known Stiles for like ten hours?"

"But he smells like home," Isaac mumbled. Stiles didn't notice but Liam and Derek looked wide-eyed at Isaac and Liam ushered Isaac back into the house.

Derek forced a smile and took Stiles' hand. "He'll be fine. Will you be okay driving home?"

"I know these roads like the back of my hand," Stiles grinned. "See you in the morning?"

"Definitely." Derek kissed Stiles again.


"So because he's kind of a spaz, sucks at sports, and smart, that's why you like him so much that you bully him in order to mask your true feelings?" Dana lifted the coffee cup to her lips. "That's kind of sweet, actually. Not the harassment part, clearly, but how much you like him."

Scott pushed the last piece of pizza around his plate. "But now I blew it, Dana. He'll never come near me because I acted on impulse and kissed him, just after threatening to hurt him."

Dana nodded earnestly and leaned forward. "What you should do is talk to him. Just ask to speak to him alone and out of the way, then explain yourself. No threats of bodily harm, no intimidation. Give Stiles the genuine Scott that I know." Scott opened his mouth to say something, but Dana cut him off. "And if he doesn't want to listen, give him some time. When you spring something like that on someone, you can't really expect them to be so forgiving, especially seeing as how badly you treated him in the past."

She was quiet for a moment. "Can I ask you something personal, Scott?" He nodded. "What is it about that Whittemore kid that you keep hanging out with him?" Scott exhaled deeply.

"He's blackmailing me."


Kelvin descended down the stairs and folded his arms defensively across his chest, glaring daggers at Matt. "I said, what the fuck are you doing here, Daehler? You're not welcome here anymore."

"Kel—"

"Don't call me that. You lost that privilege after what happened."

Matt backtracked and cleared his throat. "Kelvin, I came here because I needed to see you," he said, fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket. "I'm sor—"

"Save it. Just because you were Justin's best friend doesn't mean you can waltz back in here after nine months—nine months, by the way, of relentless torture I suffered at the hands of you and Whittemore—and expect me to accept you back into my life just like that." Kelvin walked over to the tall boy and stared up at him. His voice became quiet, sort of sad. "Remember that time when Jus was sick and you let me hang out with you all day? The comic books, the superhero movies?"

Matt frowned; he did remember how he used to be with Kelvin because he was so close with Justin. After Justin's death, he couldn't hang around with Kelvin because of the pain he felt for losing his best friend. Unbeknownst to everyone else, it was also a time when Jackson felt he was losing his grip on keeping Scott reigned in that he decided to take Matt in, seeing how dejected he was.

"Kelvin, I'm— I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let Jackson take advantage of my vulnerable state and will you consider letting me be your friend again?" Kelvin eyed Matt suspiciously but, seeing the sadness in his eyes, smiled softly and embraced him.

"We'll give it a shot." Matt smiled, but wondered how the hell he was going to tell Jackson.


"Stiles?" Stiles had just gently closed the front door when he heard his father speak. He let go of the breath he'd been holding and locked the door before walking into the living room, where John Stilinski was sitting in his recliner, a glass of wine in one hand.

"Hey, dad," he said, smiling sheepishly. "I was—" Stiles paused, trying to come up with a convincing lie.

"I know where you were," John said calmly. "Haigh saw your Jeep at the old Hale house while on patrol." Stiles paled. "The real question I have is what you were doing there? I know that you know—very well, I might add—who lives there."

"Well, there's no use lying now." Stiles sighed in defeat and flopped down on the couch. "There were these new kids at school today. Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, and Liam Dunbar. They helped me and they're my friends."

"Helped you how? Are Jackson Whittemore and Scott McCall still giving you trouble, Stiles?" Stiles didn't look at his father, but his head moved as a nod. "How bad is it?" The Sheriff's voice was soft; he knew Stiles had been bullied by them for years.

"It's not that bad," Stiles mumbled. "Sure, a couple punches and locker shoves here and there, but it's not as bad as..."

John stood up and sat beside his son, pulling the teenager into an embrace. "I don't want to have to sit in the waiting room, worrying about you again. Promise me you'll take care of yourself. I can't lose you too."

"I promise." Stiles buried his face in John's shoulder.


"No, Derek, please don't tell him!" Isaac tugged on Derek's leather jacket. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say it out loud!"

Liam placed a comforting hand on Isaac's shoulder. "This is your first offense, buddy. He's not going to hurt you... hopefully."

"Isaac Lahey, not only do I wonder why my sister took you in before she passed, rest her soul, but why I ended up having to turn you. What is it that you beg so dearly for my nephew not to tell me?" Peter Hale opened the front door and stood in the frame, watching Isaac shrink back in fear. "Liam, what did he say?"

Liam looked over at Isaac, biting his lower lip before answering. "He said that..." Peter quirked an eyebrow. "W-we had someone from school over today and Isaac grew really attached to him. He said that Stiles—"

"What kind of a name is Stiles? Better question is why you had someone over in my absence, and yet the biggest query I have is what Isaac said and did this Stiles hear him?"

Derek spoke up. "I don't think he heard him. Liam pulled Isaac into the house before anything else could be said, but he..." He glanced at Isaac, who was hiding behind the den wall. "He said that Stiles smells like home."

"Basement. All three of you. Now."