It was a few days later when I was at my locker. I looked to the stairwell to see Hayden and Liam cuddled up in the stairwell. I so had known it. I glared at myself in the mirror at my locker and I looked at how I had done my make-up today. I had done all black. My eyes were ringed with black eye liner and I had done a smokey eye. It really brought out the blue in my eyes and it made them shine extra bright. My lips had dark lip stain on them and I titled my head to the side making my blonde hair shift off my shoulders. I was wearing all black which was different from my usual. I looked like a bad-ass if I did say so myself.

"Angel of death look going on there I see." Stiles said. He was the only one I was currently talking to. It seemed since Hayden and Liam had been kidnapped no one was really talking to anyone. Malia and Stiles weren't really talking to each other. Scott wasn't talking to Stiles and I and vice versa. It was not good. It was also very weird to not have a conversation with the group because we usually were all so close but I was happy to stay away from Hayden and Liam because I did not want to gag on their little teen love romance shit.

"I decided something different. I was tired of the usual." I said. He just glanced me up and down and shrugged as he put his hands into his sweatshirt pockets. Our eyes met in the little mirror on my door of my locker.

"The usual is good though sometimes." He said. I shrugged and glanced back up at the stairwell to see them kissing. I slammed my locker shut and then looked at Stiles. He glanced back over and glare at them slightly before looking back at me. I felt the anger radiating off Stiles for what Liam had done. He just shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck before letting his hand drop back to his side.

"Good to know six to seven months meant nothing." I muttered. I walked down the hallway and I heard footsteps trying to catch up with me. I didn't slow down knowing that Stiles was going to trying to catch up with me. I sighed and glanced over at him as he caught up with me.

"Hey everything's going to be alright." He said. I just rolled my eyes and glanced down at my nails which were the only think on me that wasn't painted up. I just thought that was counterproductive. I glanced up at Stiles.

"Whatever you want to believe." I muttered. I heard him sigh next to me frustrated with my so little opening up to him about the whole situation with Liam and Hayden. In all complete honestly I wasn't trying to pay attention. I was going to shove my little upset feelings of them both to the back recesses of my own mind. I felt my own shoulders slump and then I thought about it for a moment. Stiles was supposed to be helping Lydia find the Nemeton. A involuntary shiver went down my back as I thought about that stupid tree. Stiles I'm pretty sure caught that.

"Don't you have to go be with Lydia?" I asked. He sighed and stopped me.

"Tell me convincingly you're going to okay." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"Go find the Nemeton. I'll do my own thing here." I muttered. He sighed and rolled his eyes not happy with my answer. I hugged him tightly before he left to go find Lydia. I passed Liam in the hallway and I saw him glance over at me but I just kept looking straight ahead. I kept telling myself to not look over at him, to not even acknowledge him that he wasn't even there. He was a ghost from werewolf past I didn't want to react with.

"Skylar." He said. I glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Can we talk?" He asked. Well, he wanted to talk now. That was cute. I tried to keep my sneer off my face but it wasn't exactly that easy to do with the whole situation.

"Not really. I'm heading to the library." I said.

"Sky." He said.

"Yesss?" I sang.

"You're not angry?" He asked.

"I knew it was going to happen. You just proved me right." I said. He just stood there as I walked away from him. I sighed and then shook my head as I pushed the door opened and went outside slinging my book-bag down on the ground by a table I sat down at as I pulled out my phone and started to check things. I couldn't think straight now and I didn't even want to go to the library and do homework like I had decided. Well, damn.


It was later on in that night that Stiles showed up at my house. It was raining outside when I hopped up into his jeep and I stared at him confused. I pulled my hood down staring at him. I had just gotten a text like ten minutes saying he was on his way to come get me. I had legit just stared at my phone while glancing outside the window and started bitching because knowing what we were going to be doing was going to involve me getting thoroughly soaked in rain water to my bones and I for one was not in the mood for that.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as he started to back out of my driveway. I looked back towards the road out through the windshield trying to see where the hell we were going by gauging which direction we were heading.

"Hayden is dying. They took her to the animal clinic and Scott told me to meet him there so yeah." He said. I nodded and it was silent until we got to the clinic. When we got there Scott was standing outside. Why is standing outside and not inside with Liam and Hayden? I didn't like this. A bad feeling in the pit of my stomach was starting and growing with every passing second telling me something bad was about to happen here.

"Hey, sorry. I had trouble starting the Jeep again and I swung by to get Sky." Stiles said as he got out. I pulled my hood up over my head and got out of the jeep.

"I couldn't get in touch with Malia or Lydia." Stiles said. I nodded. Scott didn't say anything he just stood there in the rain. I stared at Scott confused.

"Scott?" I asked. That's when Scott pulled out the wrench that Stiles had used to hit Donovan in the side of the head with that night when he tried to kill us both. My breath caught in my throat. I guess by the spike of my heart-beat tipped Scott off because I saw his eyes flicker over to me and I met his eyes and my lips parted slightly. I licked my lips as my words caught in my throat confused. I didn't even know where the hell he had gotten it. The last time I had seen it was...at the library at school the night we were both attacked. Who would've given it to Scott?

"Where did you get that?" Stiles asked.

"This is yours?" Scott asked. Stiles took the wrench from him looking at the ground as he did so.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Scott asked.

"We were going to." Stiles muttered. Scott's face got really confused and he glanced at me. So now he knew. He realized that I had been involved. I glanced down at the ground before looking back up and meeting Scott's gaze.

"You were there to?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah...it had been after that night with the club and that chimera. Stiles had engine trouble and asked me to come help him." I muttered as I scratched the back of my neck looking down at the ground. That night I had legit just disappeared from the club because I didn't want to have to stick around for what happened afterwards. I had just watched a kid die and I really wanted to get out of there.

"No, but why didn't you both tell me when it happened?" Scott asked. I shrugged as I put my hands into my pockets. I admit I wanted to tell him but I didn't know how to tell Scott. I didn't want him looking at either of us different then how he used to.

"I couldn't…" Stiles said.

"You killed him? You killed Donovan?" He asked.

"He was going to kill my dad and Sky. Was I supposed to just let him kill them both?" stiles asked. I shivered thinking about that night. I couldn't believe what had transpired that night still. It was horrible to even try and think back about that night. My god.

"You weren't supposed to do this. None of us are." Scott said. I stared at him confused.

"He put holes through me Scott." I said. I pulled the side of my shirt up to reveal the scar that was still there from Donovan. Scott stared at it confused. I glanced at him confused on why he thought we would kill Donovan if we had another choice. I was to out of commission to help Stiles do anything besides limp and try to save both of us, but luckily he managed to save both of us or Scott would be putting one of us in the ground while the other would be in the hospital.

"You think I had a choice?" Stiles asked.

"There's always a choice." Scott said. I shook my head at him and scoffed. I couldn't believe what Scott was saying. He did know the whole story and if he didn't then he was told lies. I could only guess who fed him the wrong information about that night. I grounded my teeth as I chalked another point up on the board of why not to trust Theo Raeken.

"Scott we didn't have the time to think of another choice! It was self-defense, Scott! He was going to kill all of us." I snapped.

"I can't do what you can Scott. I know you wouldn't have done it. You'd probably would've figured something out, right?" Stiles asked.

"I'd try." Scott said. I wanted to grip the hair on my head and scream at Scott that there hadn't been any time for us to figure something out. I had already lost to much blood for me to be much use and Stiles kept trying to divert his attention from killing me that night in the library. I swallowed angrily as my hands started to shake. I was getting so upset and frustrated.

"There wasn't time for us to do anything else. He saved my life. I had lost to much blood." I muttered.

"And because he's Scott McCall! You're the true Alpha. Guess what? All of us can't be true Alphas. Some of us have to make mistakes. Some of us have to get our hands a little blood sometimes. Some of us are human!" Stiles yelled. I glanced at the ground crossing my arms across my chest. Well, damn. I was a true alpha too Stiles but I had blood on my hands, which still confused the hell out of me but you know I was just going to go with it.

"So you had to kill him?" Scott asked. I flinched at the tone of his voice. I had hoped I never would have to hear Scott talk like this to us.

"Scott he was going to kill my dad!" He yelled staring at me. Scott stared at me and I shut my eyes. I felt the tears gather in the corners as Stiles started to yell. I put my hands over my eyes wiping at them. I didn't know how much of this argument I was going to be able to stand.

"But the way it happened. It didn't have to be like that!" Scott said.

"What are you talking about? I didn't have a choice Scott! He was already halfway through with killing her!" He yelled. I felt Stiles grab me and pulled me closer. He raised my shirt showed Scott the scars. Then he lifted up the side of my pants and showed him the one on my leg and then the one on my shoulder.

"He slammed a pipe into her head. There was a pool of blood. I'm lucky she was still alive. We could've lost Sky! We'd be burying her!" He yelled. That's when I lost it. I felt the tears slip down my face as I covered my mouth with my hand. I opened my eyes to look at Scott.

"You don't even believe me, do you? Even with all the evidence there is all over her body?" Stiles said in disbelief. I glanced over at Stiles before looking at Scott who wouldn't meet my eyes. I couldn't believe it. Our best-friend didn't believe our reason behind having to kill Donovan.

"Scott you have to believe him. It…it was all self-defense. I would be dead right now if it wasn't for Stiles." I pleaded.

"I want to believe you both." He said.

"Then alright, believe us then!" Stiles said.

"Say it please Scott. Please say you believe him." I whispered as I started to cry harder.

"Say it. Say you believe me." Stiles said as he took a step closer to Scott.

"You guys we can't kill the people we're trying to save." Scott said. A bubble of hysterical laughter escaped through my lips and they both looked over at me seeing the toll of which the fight was taking on me. Donovan? Someone we were trying to save? I wouldn't tell Scott this but he was the last person I was going to save. He could've rotten in jail for all I cared.

"Say you believe me." Stiles as he moved forward. Scott's eyes went wide and I glanced down to see the wrench in Stiles's hand.

"We can't kill people! Do you believe that?" He asked.

"What do you want me to do about this? What do you want me to do? Okay, just be…Scott, just tell me how to fix this, all right?" Stiles asked.

"Please just tell me what you want us to do?" He asked.

"Don't worry about Malia or Lydia. We'll find them. Maybe you should both go talk to Stiles's dad." Scott said before he went inside the clinic. I looked up at Stiles. His eyes were watery and I sighed as I looked at the closed door. I put my hand in Stiles's and gave it a squeeze. He stared down at me and I sighed. Stiles just stood there staring after Scott and I glanced at the ground as more tears ran down my cheeks.

"Come on." I whispered. He nodded and we got back into the jeep. He handed me the wrench and I just stared at it as I twirled it around in my hand. We were halfway back to my house when the engine started to smoke. The smoke came inside and I started to cough and wave my hands trying to get it away from my face. He pulled off the side of the road and we both climbed out coughing. I stood back from the jeep as he pulled the hood up and went for his tool set. I turned around to cough and then after a few moments I heard him throw something. I turned to see the tool box go flying and then he looked down at my hands and saw the wrench that had the blood splatter on it. He came over to me and grabbed it from my hands.

"Stiles?" I asked confused as he went to go throw it. Then he stopped mid swing to the throw it and turned towards to the jeep again. He then threw it so that it hit the windshield. It put two cracks in the windshield.

"Stiles!" I said shocked. I looked over at him and practically smelled all the emotions coming off him. He just ignored me and went to the tire by the driver side and sat down at it. I went over to him. I sat down on the ground in front of him. He wouldn't even look up at me. I bit the inside of my cheek before poking him in the knee lightly. No response whatsoever from him.

"Hey look at me." I said. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. I moved closer to him so that I was basically between his legs. I put my hands on his cheeks.

"I just lost Scott." He said. I shook my head staring at him.

"No, you haven't." I whispered.

"Did you not just see that back there!" He yelled. I flinched but nodded.

"I did Stiles but you can't just believe that's the end of it. Scott will come around. We'll keep trying. He'll believe us." I whispered trying to get him to believe the words I was spewing out. I knew that no matter what all three of us would end up back together. We had to.

"And how do you know? It seemed like he wasn't going to back there! We just lost our best-friend since before we were out of diapers Skylar! How can you say that?" He asked.

"Because it's Scott. It's Us. The three musketeers! Nothing not even this will tear us apart." I said. He just stared at me skeptical.

"Stiles Stilinski when you doubt me don't you turn out to be wrong?" I asked. He groaned but nodded. I smiled at him.

"See trust me then. Things are going to come back around for us. I promise." I muttered. He just stared at me and sighed.

"Come on I'll call Max and you can stay in our guest room…" I muttered. He sighed and nodded. I pulled out my phone and called Max telling him we needed a tow. When Max got here he had the hummer which I was happy for.

"Hudson Towing is here to save the day." He said as he hopped out of the hummer. Stiles and him managed to hook the jeep up to the back and Stiles got into the jeep so he could steer it and I got into the Hummer with Max. He stared at me as he put his hand out the window and gave Stiles a thumb up and started down the road.

"What's wrong with you two? He looks like he just killed a puppy or something." He said.

"Don't ask." I whispered. He nodded. When we got back to the house Stiles and I headed upstairs and he came into my room. He still had his freaking clothes stashed here from so many months ago. He glanced around my room seeing I had made some notable changes to the walls. I had started to put pictures up from before I had moved and after I had moved. I even had one up of when Stiles and I had our first real date kind of. It was complicated. Scott had called it a date and I didn't know what it was. Stiles just kept staring at it as he had the clothes in his hand. I glanced at the other pictures and sighed. I took the moment to strip out of my wet clothes and get into warm dry pajamas. The whole damn time he was staring at the photos.

"I wish it was like this now." He muttered. I walked over to him to see him talking about a picture of me, Scott, and him starting our freshman year. I had crawled onto the sign of Beacon Hills High School while the other two were on each end standing leaning against the sign. I had gotten Max to take it for me. I had my braces still to. Oh god.

"I do to." I muttered. He sighed and I saw his shoulders slump forward slightly.

"Thanks for letting me crash here tonight." He muttered.

"No problem. Now go get some sleep." I whispered. He nodded and left my room. I rubbed my eyes slightly before walking over to my bed and basically collapsing down into it. What a shitty day.