Chapter 9

"Okay, let me get this straight." Scott said after Stiles explained everything to him. School was finally over and Scott sat in the Jeep as Stiles drove him to Derek's again. "So you're not my Stiles but you are Stiles."

"Yes." Stiles agreed nodding his head as he made a left hand turn. It took them all last night for Stiles to explain everything that happened. Yet Scott still had many questions after words.

"Okay and I am a werewolf on your universe?" Scott wondered. "That's why you know are kinds of stuff about werewolves."

"Yup."

"Do I end up with Allison on in your universe?"

Stiles got quiet for a while thinking. Well they did break up after the whole kanimas but they did sneak kisses now and then. But then again Isaac did have goo-goo eyes for Allison. It was anyone's guess if Scott was still with Allison.

"I have no clue." Stiles answered honestly. "You guys broke up. Got back together. It's very confuse."

Scott nodded understanding what Stiles was saying.

"I'm surprise that you don't hate me." Stiles said looking over at his best friend and then back at the road.

"Why would I hate you?"

"I'm not your Stiles. We didn't grow up together, we don't have the same memories. I shouldn't be your anchor. Allison should be it just like it she was on my universe." Stiles explained not looking at Scott. Of course at the moment there was a lot of traffic. Cars honking trying to get to their destination as fast as they could. Scott grab Stiles' hand of the wheel, knowing that the car wasn't going to be moving anytime soon, and pushed down Stiles' flannel sleeve so Scott could see a three inch scar.

"When we were five we were messing around on the tree in a park and had a contest to see who can climb the higher. You won and was gloating about it and then you slip and fell. You end up spraining your wrists and got a scar since you cut it open when you fell." Scott said bring back old memories that Stiles actually knew.

"Yeah, I remember that. What does that have to do with anything?" Stiles asked. Scott let go Stiles' arm and pulled down his collar of his shirt. Right below Scott's collar was a scar that was a couple inches long.

"When we were ten we went up on your roof to see who's skateboard could go down the roof fasters. I trip over thin air and fell, landing in your mom's flowerbed. Her gnome and a stick and it went in my body." Scott replied and then laughed a little. "Me and my mom waited in the emergency room for hours so they could get the gnome out."

Stiles laughed loud remembering that. Melissa was so anger at the two of them after words. Scott let go of his shirt still looking at Stiles.

"On my back and the bottom of the left; we have a scar from when we were playing lacrosse and I went to catch the ball and landed on the glass table. You ran to help me and you step in glass. I was in the hospital for over a week; you for a couple of days. And you blamed yourself even though it was my entire fault." Scott added bring back old memories. Stiles nodded his head remembering this happened to.

"You think I would be mad with you because maybe we don't have all the same memories. You are still my best friend. Without you I would have more scars and horrible memories." Scott said looking at Stiles. "You are my Stiles. Not some other Scott's, your mine. And you're going to be stuck with me for a while because there is no way I'm letting you out o my sight."

Stiles laughed lightly as the cars in front of him started moving.

"Thank God I thought I was going to have to listen to you say I love you." Stiles teased lightly earning a chuckle from Scott. "I mean come on dude you have Allison now 'Sciles' can't happen."

"'Sciles'?" Scott repeated.

"Our ship name. I totally ship it." Stiles explained winking at Scott. Scott laughed rolling his eyes.

"Your still a nerd not matter what universe you're in." Scott said as Stiles drove up to the house. Stiles rolled his eyes. It didn't seem like it was going to be a bad day. Oh could Stiles be even more wrong?


It was a dark night in Beacon Hills. Just like every other night it was dark and cold. Emmitt Smith walked slowly to his car after a long hard day of working at the grocery store. People are rude and horrible. Everyone yelling and trying to get cheap prices for their food. He had his phone on his shoulder as he disparately tried to stay on the phone with his girlfriend and get to his car to put all of the food away.

"Yeah baby I got the taco meat and the chocolate." Emmitt said to his girlfriend Nikki Simmons as he opened his truck. "I'll be home in a couple of minutes. Love you."

He then closed the door and turned around. A red pair of glowing eyes. Emmitt's eyes grew big knowing what meant. Werewolves. Emmitt then jumped into his car locking all of the doors. He grab a flower out of the glove department and held it in one hand and dialed the phone to Nikki. Of course she didn't answer. It was truly started to seem like he was in a horror movie.

"Nikki. They're here, They're after me. I'm coming home as fast as I can. I love you." Emmitt then hung up the phone and looked around.

It was still dark no one in the parking lot. Emmitt's hands clutch onto the wolfsbane not wanting to die today. Then there were two red eyes. The door ripped off as Emmitt screamed on the top of his lungs. He looked around now not seeing any red eyes.

"What do you want with me?" Emmitt spoke up his voice on the edge of breaking, knowing that the werewolves could hear him. There was a loud thump the front of the car. Emmitt let out another loud scream now looking at a female who was standing on Emmitt's car. She was squatting down her blue eyes gawking at Emmitt. There was a big grin on the girl's face.

"Oh Emmitt I don't honestly want anything to do with you." The girl replied her voice calming. Her head turn slightly to the left as if she was listening to someone else talking to her. "But now I have to do something about you."

"Why? I didn't do anything." Emmitt said looking at the girl scared that he was going to die.

"You might have done nothing but your girlfriend's family." The girl explained.

"Nikki?" Emmitt wondered as the girl nodded her head.

"Mess with me; I'll let karma do its job. Mess with my family? Well I become karma." The girl said grinning slightly.

"Me and Nikki didn't do anything." Emmitt blurted out not wanting to get hurt. The passenger side door then got ripped off the car leaving Emmitt screaming. There was a person, a man, with blue glowing eyes looking just like the women on the car. Emmitt looked on his left side to see and man with glowing red eyes. Emmitt shoved his key in the car and started the car. Nothing happened.

"Looking for this?" The girl wondered holding up a piece of the engine. "I hope this isn't important."

The late night air of Beacon Hills was filled with screaming by Emmitt Smith as the small pack of werewolves went in for the kill, killing young Emmitt Smith.