A/N: Hey, everybody! I'm back! I decided to take a break from posting this story over the holidays. (I was going to try to write a Christmas or New Year's fic, but nothing ever panned out-if you have any ideas I'd love for you to tell me, because I don't mind writing about Christmas during the rest of the year.) Anyway, since it's been a while since the last flashback chapter, here's a recap:

Previously on Find My Way Back to You Flashbacks...

-Melissa was put in the hospital to keep an eye on the babies.

-Derek was invited, (but not invited) by Scott to join them at the hospital, and Stiles wasn't happy about it.

-The alpha, who they now know is Peter, attacked Mr. Harris.

-Lydia was mad that she heard about all of these developments the next day and not when it happened. She felt like she needed to go to the hospital to help protect Melissa from the Alpha.

-Stiles kissed her cheek.

-Aaron saw this and told Lydia to talk to Stiles about how he acted around his girlfriend. Lydia said she would.

-Scott got a text from Derek-A drawing of Allison's necklace- and told Stiles to talk to her about it to find out what it meant.

Flashback 1.11

"Hey, Ali." Stiles addressed his girlfriend in the hall.

"You know," Allison said as she gave him a kiss. "I'm not sure when you started calling me that, but I really like it when it comes from you."

"Well, good." He smiled, then took a breath. "Look, question...Scott got this text from Derek." Stiles showed Allison the picture of her necklace.

"What is this?" She asked.

"The piece of paper was clutched in Harris's hand. We don't know what it means, only that it looks-"

"Exactly like my necklace."

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Well, I don't know what Harris would need with it... I just know what it means to our family. It's an old heirloom. Before me, it belonged to my aunt. There's nothing special about it."

"Huh." Stiles took the phone back and looked at the picture again.

"What? What is that look?" Allison pressed.

"Nothing." He shook his head.

"Stiles," Allison grabbed his non-sprained wrist to stop him from walking away. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"Well..." Stiles began slowly. "I'm only saying this because you asked me to," He said, slapping a disclaimer on what he was about to tell her. "And this just me spit-balling here, but we know that Peter is the alpha. What if the drawing of the necklace was meant for Peter, not Harris."

"Well, what would Peter want with my necklace?"

"What if it has something to do with the fire?"

"But it was nowhere near here when the fire happened."

"I'm not saying it was you." Stiles told her slowly.

Allison seemed to slowly realize what he meant. "Aunt Kate."

"Is it...possible that she..."

"Had something to do with the fire?"

"I'm not saying-"

"Yes."

"-that she...wait...what?"

"I absolutely think that she may be hiding something. But if Peter has seen that picture, then that means he may be after her as well."

"Well, that's if he knows who the necklace belongs to. I'm more worried that he'll come after you."

"Here," she said as she unclasped the chain and handed it over. "Take it."

"What?" He asked.

She grabbed his hand and forced it open before making him take the necklace. "You keep it. Hide it...destroy it. Whatever you need to do."

Stiles nodded slowly before shoving the necklace in his pocket.

Lydia tapped her foot nervously as she waited for Stiles to come out of the locker room. When he finally emerged, he didn't see her.

"Stiles!" She called him.

He whipped his head around to her. "Oh, hey...Lydia...can this wait? I really have to pee."

"I just..." She began, biting her lip.

His forehead wrinkled in concern. "Hey, is something wrong?"

"No! I mean...maybe...It's nothing...go."

"No," He began shaking his head. "Whatever it is, just-"

"Go! It can wait."

She could see the internal struggle. Part of him wanting to stay there and hear her out, but the other part knowing that his bladder may explode if he waited too much longer.

"Fine!" he finally said, "But I'm coming right back to find you."

Lydia nodded, but as soon as he had disappeared into the bathroom, she lost the courage she'd had and walked away.

"Did you tell him?" Aaron asked when Lydia almost ran into him.

"Hm?"

"I just saw you talking to Stiles. Did you talk to him about..."

"Oh...yeah. He's totally fine. It won't happen again."

"Good." He smiled and kissed her sweetly. "I've got to go get ready."

"Bye!" She told him. As soon as he had walked away, she released the huge breath she had been holding in. What was wrong with her? Why didn't she just say she hadn't talked to Stiles yet? She shook her head as she silently scolded herself, then began to calm down. She would talk to him eventually. It would be fine.

Lydia left school and went to the hospital. She knew what Stiles said, but she still wanted to check on Melissa. When she got to her room, Melissa was sitting on the edge of the bed and the sheriff was getting a wheelchair ready.

"Are you leaving?" Lydia asked and the two adults looked up at her.

"Soon, hopefully." Melissa told her. "Unfortunately, I've been put on bed rest."

"Well, that just means the boys will have to wait on you hand and foot." Lydia smiled.

"I wish that's what that meant. I hardly see them as it is." She said sadly, and shot her husband a look. She was obviously including the Sheriff in that statement.

Lydia looked over her shoulder. She thought that she would have seen Derek by now, but she hadn't.

"Looking for someone?" Noah asked.

"What?" She asked, before replaying his question in her head. "Oh...no..I...have you seen a guy around here? Dark hair about this tall.." She waved her hand in the air to demonstrate his height.

"You mean Derek Hale?" He asked.

"Oh...yeah..." Lydia felt stupid...of course the sheriff knew who Derek was.

"Last time I saw him he was having a pretty heated conversation with some guy. They were getting kind of loud so I went over to find out if I could help and they walked outside."

"When was this?"

"About an hour ago. Why do you ask?"

Lydia cocked her head. "I don't know..."She shook her head and smiled at Melissa. "I'm glad you're getting out of here soon. Let me know if the boys are blowing you off and I'll try to visit. Or talk some sense into them..one of the two."

"Thank you, Lydia." Melissa smiled gratefully. Lydia waved goodbye and left the room, pulling out her phone. She tried calling Stiles first, but didn't get an answer, then she called Scott. No answer from him either. It was about time she headed back to the school for the game, so she would just have to catch them then. Something wasn't right.

Stiles was sitting on the bench with the rest of the team as they waited for the game to start.

"Stiles!" He heard from behind him. He'd heard it before, but thought he was just hearing things, but that time it was definitely someone calling his name. He turned to see Lydia waving at him.

He looked over at Coach and back at Lydia, before making his way over to her.

"What's going on?" He asked her. "And where did you go earlier? What did you want to tell me?"

"Not important. I've called you like five times!"

"My phone has been in my locker since practice."

Lydia nodded in understanding. "I was at the hospital-"

"Is my mom okay?"

"She's fine. She was going home and they were putting her on bed rest, but that's not the point. Derek wasn't there."

"Where was he?"

"I don't know. But your dad said he left the hospital with a guy after having an argument." She took a deep breath. "I have a really bad feeling about this."

"Hey," He said, grabbing her hand comfortingly. "It'll be okay. We'll figure it out."

A whistle blew and Stiles jerked his hand away. "Good luck." She told him, as he put his helmet on and ran onto field.

Lydia surveyed the field, just catching sight of Aaron. And he looked pissed as he put his helmet on.

"Oh, fuck." She whispered.

Lydia was on the edge of her seat. The Cyclones were down by a few goals, but they shouldn't have been. Aaron was purposefully not passing the ball to Stiles when he was wide open. Lydia could see Stiles getting upset, and she was wringing her hands in concern.

"What the hell is wrong with my son?" Lydia heard from behind her. She turned to see Aubrey sitting there.

"That may be my fault." Lydia said. Aubrey raised her eyebrow but didn't ask her to explain. Lydia wasn't sure where she would even start if she did.

Aaron failed to pass again, and the other team ended up gaining possession of the ball- stealing it right out from underneath him. Scott was able to stop the thief and ended the play. Stiles's helmet came off and Lydia could see the anger fuming off of him from her spot in the stands.

"What the hell, Gardner?!" Stiles began to yell as he made his way toward the former captain. "Pass me the damn-"

"Shit!" Lydia jumped as Aaron's fist came down onto Stiles's face. She hadn't even noticed his gloves come off.

"That's it!" Aubrey yelled and stood up, as the ref kicked Aaron off the field. The team rushed over to Stiles who was on the ground holding what looked like his forehead, but she couldn't be certain from here. Before she knew it, she was running onto the field and Aubrey was dragging Aaron out by his ear.

"Stiles?" She called as she neared the huddle of players.

"Hey, Missy," Coach began, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. "What are you doing out here, get back up to the stands."

"But that was my boyfriend." She told him.

"Stilinski's your boyfriend?"

"What? No! Aaron's my boyfriend. And Stiles is my best friend. I just need to make sure he's alright." Coach sighed, as he nodded toward the pack of boys.

Lydia moved her way inside.

"Stiles?" She asked.

"Lydia?" He groaned. He was still laying on the ground. But Lydia discovered he wasn't holding his forehead. He was holding his eye. His left eye. He peeked at her with his right one. "There are two of you."

"Well, that can't be good." She mumbled to him.

"No...I mean one is bad enough." He smiled. Jokes. That had always been his go-to move. Make jokes to get through the pain.

"Let me see it." She told him. He slowly moved his hand.

"It's bad. Right?" Stiles heard Coach ask.

"It hurts like a bitch." He mumbled, but honestly, he wasn't sure if anyone heard him.

"Stiles! Look at me." He heard Lydia again and tried to focus on her face.

"How is he?" He heard Aubrey's voice.

"Great! I'm going to be down two players." Coach's words were the last he heard before blacking out.

"Alright," Lydia said as she walked back into Stiles's living room with a bag of frozen peas. "Let me see it." Stiles moved his hand to reveal the nasty bruise that was forming around his eye. "Jeez…between my boyfriend and your brother it'll be a miracle if you make it out of sophomore year alive."

"Ha. Ha." He laughed sarcastically. Lydia sat in front of him and held the cold bag to his temple. "So," Stiles began. "Why are you here?"

Lydia sighed. "Because it's my fault."

"Did you tell him to hit me?"

"No." She smiled. She knew he was trying to make her laugh. "He saw you kiss my cheek earlier and he…expressed concerns about it… so I told him I would talk to you."

"But you never said anything."

"I know. I tried…that's what I was going to tell you earlier. But then I saw him right after that and he had seen me talking to you, and I got nervous and told him I'd already said something to you about it. So…I guess when we were talking at the game earlier, he saw something that he didn't like."

Stiles sighed. "So, what… I'm not allowed to touch you anymore?"

Lydia shrugged. "I don't know…"

"I mean…our relationship has always been physical." He realized what he said and gave a small laugh. "That wasn't what I meant."

"I know what you meant." She smiled and sighed. "I think that's why I didn't want to tell you. I don't want to have to change the way I act around you."

"Well, I don't want to get hit again. So… I'm going to just be more careful about how I act around you in public."

"While we're at it…" She began slowly blushing. "We probably shouldn't mention what happened the day my dad left… you know…between us? At least not for a while. Until it's not a big deal to everybody else."

He nodded. "Agreed… you know…because of the not-wanting-to-get-hit-again thing."

"Have you heard from Derek?!" Malia practically pounced on Scott the minute he walked out of the school. He stuck around to finish the game while Lydia drove Stiles back to their house. Scott was taking the jeep home.

Scott jumped at her sudden appearance and took a few deep breaths to calm himself back down. "No. I haven't. According to Lydia he left the hospital after talking to some guy."

"Peter." She stated angrily.

"We don't know that for sure." Scott reasoned as he continued walking to the jeep.

"You may not know that for sure, but I do. It's him. And if I know Peter, and I do, he's gonna show up at the dance tomorrow."

"How could you possibly know that?" He'd made it to the jeep and threw his bag in the backseat.

"Because he's going to come looking for us."

Scott closed the door and turned to look at her. "Wait...I'm confused. Is he going to the dance because we're there, or because he thinks we're there?"

"What does it matter?"

"It matters because there are going to be a lot of innocent people at that dance. If he knows where we are, then we should just lead him out of town."

"Look, the winter formal is the most crowded place we could be tomorrow night. The most casualties. What would happen if he showed up and we weren't there? Wouldn't you rather be there than not?"

Scott sighed. She had a point.

Scott walked through the front door and saw Stiles sitting on the couch with the television on and a bag of peas on his face.

"Hey," Scott said as he closed the door. "Is Lydia still here?"

"No, she left about ten minutes ago."

Scott nodded. "So, how bad is it?"

Stiles moved the bag and shot his brother a glare. Or maybe it wasn't a glare. Maybe that was just his face now.

"Oh, shit!" Scott exclaimed, but then quickly tried to back pedal. "I mean… it's not that bad. It could be worse."

"I'm sure." Stiles replaced the bag and turned back to the television.

Scott sat down next to his brother. "So, what'd you do to make Aaron punch you like that?"

"Apparently I did something to his girlfriend that he deemed inappropriate."

"What was it?"

"I don't know. Breathed next to her I guess." Scott chuckled and Stiles cracked a smile. "You know…it doesn't hurt as much anymore."

"Really? That's good."

"Yeah… now it only hurts when I cough…or sneeze…or laugh…or move… but as long as I'm sitting perfectly still the pain is as a 9.5 instead of a 10."

Scott shook his head. "So…Malia and I are going to the winter formal together."

"What?!" Stiles whipped his head around. "Oh, mother of God!" He winced at the pain.

Scott couldn't help but laugh at his brother's reaction. "It's not like that…She thinks Peter is going to be there."

"Well, that can't be good."

"No. Not really."

They were quiet for another moment before Scott stood up.

"Come on." He told his brother. "We should go to bed."

"Yeah...I thought about that like 20 minutes ago, but I couldn't get up."

"Pansy." Scott chuckled and held his hand out for Stiles to grab. The moment Stiles made contact with Scott's hand, the werewolf immediately jerked it away.

"What the hell just happened?" Stiles asked with wide eyes. He'd felt something too.

"I don't know. Are you okay?"

"Yeah..." He said with confusion, then clenched and unclenched his fist of his sprained wrist. "Actually... my wrist feels better and my eye doesn't hurt as much either."

Scott looked down at his hand where he swore just a few seconds ago he'd seen the veins go black. They were back to normal now.

"I want to try something." He said and reached for his brother's hand again. He grasped it, feeling a dull ache radiating from his hand and into his arm. Stiles sat there bewildered.

"Are you taking my pain?" Stiles finally asked.

"I think so." Scott let go and looked back at his brother. "How's that?"

Stiles blinked a few times. "It's fine. It doesn't even hurt at all now. I didn't know you could do that."

Scott shook his head. "I didn't either."