A/N: Here's the next chapter! It's the first one of season two. There are going to be more references to IJAMOT in the flashback this season, so hopefully the chapters will feel more connected. I guess we'll find out! Enjoy and let know what you think. (There are a couple of big changes that I made from the series for season 2). There's a several day time jump from the last flashback to this one.

Flashback 2.1

Stiles was laying on his bed with all of the lights off, but it was only 7:00. A nervous knot had formed in the pit of his stomach several days ago and it hadn't gone away. He wasn't hungry, and he didn't want to talk to anyone. He wanted to stay right there, never moving, in the darkness that was his room.

His phone suddenly lit up and he saw it was his father calling. The knot constricted and he felt like he was going to be sick. Several thoughts played in his head. He knew this was the call. The one to let him know they'd found Lydia. He just hoped they had found her alive. He wouldn't call if she wasn't, right? Unless he called to tell him that they needed to talk about the fact that his best friend since preschool wasn't going to be coming around anymore.

"Stop it." He scolded himself as he sat up and answered the phone. "Dad?"

"She's okay." His father said. The knot loosened and tears quickly sprung to his eyes and he rubbed them with his hand, taking a couple of shaky breaths. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," He breathed out and nodded (even though his father couldn't see that.)

"They're taking her back to the hospital to observe her overnight if you want to-"

"Thanks." Stiles hung up and took a deep breath before scrolling through his contacts and finding the one he wanted.

"Stiles?"

"Hey, Aaron... my dad called. They found Lydia if you want to go see her. He said she's fine, but they're taking her back to the hospital for observation."

He heard Aaron's sigh of relief. "Thank God. I'll head that way soon. Thank you for calling me."

"You're welcome." Stiles said softly and hung up. He assumed his dad would have also alerted Scott, so the only person really left to tell was Allison. Stiles took a deep breath before calling her number. It rang several times, then went to voicemail.

"Hey! You've reached Allison Argent. Sorry I missed your call, but if you leave me a message I'll get back to you as soon as possible!" Beep.

"Hey, Ali. It's Stiles. I know that you don't want to hear from me right now, but I just thought you'd want to know that they found Lydia and she's okay. I'm not even sure if you got my last message that said she was missing, but if you didn't then...don't worry about it...because she's not anymore. That's all I wanted to say. Call me when you're talking to me again." He paused as he realized he was about to say 'Love you.' Except, they hadn't said that yet. And what crappier way to say 'I love you' for the first time than over a voicemail because your girlfriend (was she even still your girlfriend?) wasn't talking to you because you basically got her aunt killed? To be fair, it was her aunt's actions that got her killed in the first place, but it also didn't help that you put your girlfriend and her son's lives in danger too. "Bye." He finally said with a sigh and hung up.

"Stiles?" Lydia questioned as she saw him over Aaron's shoulder. Lydia was laying down in the hospital bed and Aaron was sitting next to her.

"Hey." Stiles said with a small smile as held up the stuffed bear he was holding and waved one of its hands.

Lydia chuckled. "Come in."

"I really-" Stiles began and Aaron stood up.

"I need to be getting home. I'm still grounded for getting kicked out of the game, so my mom's got me on a timer. I'll see you later." He leaned over and kissed Lydia on her lips and left the room, giving Stiles a small nod on his way out.

"Come sit with me." Lydia smiled. "I want to see my present." Stiles chuckled and walked over, sitting where Aaron had just gotten up and handed Lydia the cream-colored bear. "Awe, I love it!"

Stiles shrugged. "I just got it from the gift shop."

"I still love it." She said softly. They were both quiet for a few moments before Lydia spoke again, "The bite on my side isn't healing."

"It's not?" Stiles asked in surprise.

Lydia shook her head, then shrugged. "Well, it's healing, but at a normal human rate. Scott said once that Malia told him the bite either turns you or kills you. But if I was turning, the bite would be gone, but I'm not dead...so what am I?"

"I don't know," He told her with a slight shake of his head.

"Well, that makes two of us." She pursed her lips into a thin line then cleared her throat. "So...I haven't seen you since the formal. What happened?"

"Shit happened. To put it bluntly."

Lydia nodded. "Do you want to elaborate on that?"

Stiles stared at an invisible spot on the wall, letting scenes from that night replay in his head. "I was with Aaron when we heard you scream." He said softly.

Lydia felt a chill go up her spine, remembering the details all too well.

"When Aaron and I got to the lacrosse field, we begged him to just let you go. You were on the ground and bleeding." Stiles stopped because his voice broke. He recollected his thoughts and took a deep breath and continued. "All of a sudden, Peter told me if I came with him he'd let you go. So I did. I found out later, he'd seen Allison's necklace on me. I found it in my locker and put it on so that I could bring it home. It was so stupid, because if I would have just left the necklace in the locker then-" He stopped and Lydia put her hand on his.

"If you didn't have the necklace you wouldn't have had anything to barter with. Then I may be dead."

Stiles shook his head. "We could have stalled him. Malia and Scott showed up right after I left. They could have done something. You would have been fine."

"You don't know that. You did what you had to do." Lydia tried to tell him.

Stiles was shaking his head again as tears filled his eyes. "I can't." He said, as he got up and turned to walk away.

Lydia quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Stiles!" He stopped, facing away from her, "What happened?" She whispered. He turned back slowly and looked down at their hands and then finally to her eyes. They were pleading with him. She was so confused about what was happening to her, the least he could do was clue her in to what was happening with him.

"This is all my fault." His voice wavered.

"No it's not. What are you talking about?"

He nodded. "It is. I dragged Scott out into the woods. It's my fault he's a werewolf. It's my fault Peter was at the school. It's my fault he saw the necklace. I put Allison and Dominic in danger and it's my fault her aunt is dead, and it's my fault Malia-" He stopped abruptly when he saw Lydia's face, and felt her rubbing her thumb on his hand soothingly.

"Stiles?" Lydia asked slowly when he didn't say anything for a while. "What happened to Malia?"

Stiles found that invisible spot on the wall again, staring at is as he mentally saw the horror show playing out in front of him.

"Stiles?"

"She killed him."

"What? Who? Who did she kill?"

Stiles gulped. "Peter."

"Wait…but I thought that if you kill an alpha…"

He nodded. "You become alpha."

"So that means…"

He nodded again. "And she's already making her pack."

Allison was laying down on her bed reading a book, Dominic cuddled up beside her, when she saw her phone light up. She rolled her eyes, assuming it was Stiles again, but was surprised when she saw Lydia's name.

"Hello?" She whispered slowly, only just realizing it was possible that Stiles was using her friend's phone in an effort to get her to talk to him.

"Hey." She heard Lydia's voice and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, I haven't heard from you in a couple of days." Allison told her.

"Yeah…Stiles said you probably weren't listening to his messages."

"Oh, God." Allison said suddenly, realizing how weak her friend's voice sounded. "He wasn't calling to talk to me. Was he?"

"Some of his calls may have been to talk to you, but he said he was trying to tell you that I'd basically gone out of my mind and was running around the woods naked for an entire day."

"Lydia! Oh my God! You're okay now, though…right?"

"I mean…probably not."

Allison groaned. "I feel like a terrible friend."

"It's okay. You didn't know. How would you? I mean…if you're not talking to Stiles then…" She trailed off. "Um…why aren't you talking to Stiles?" Lydia said slowly.

" He didn't tell you?"

"He just said it was his fault. I don't really know what that means…I mean… Allison, I've never seen him like this."

"If you're trying to make me feel bad then-"

"I'm not. I'm just trying to understand."

Allison sighed. "A few days ago, I gave Stiles my necklace so that Peter wouldn't connect me or Dominic to it. The night of the formal, he shows up at my house, says he's sorry, then Peter walks in holding the necklace, demanding to know where Kate was and forced me to take him to her. My dad and Kate weren't home. That's the whole reason I couldn't go to the formal. I couldn't leave Dominic by himself, so I had to take him with us. With an alpha, Lydia." Allison took another deep breath. "I mean…last week, Stiles was telling me how he'd fight 100 werewolves for me and Dominic and instead, he brings one into my home."

Lydia was quiet for a moment. "He had to have had a good reason, Allison. I'm sure he didn't want to do it."

"It doesn't matter. Aside from the fact that was only the beginning of the problems he caused that night-"

"Don't blame him-"

"I have enough trouble keeping Nic out of all of this, and don't tell me not to blame him. You weren't there you have no idea."

"I wasn't there because you weren't Peter's first victim that night!"

The phone suddenly felt like a hot coal in her hand. Something she needed to get away from immediately. "You were bit?"

"Yes, but-"

"I'm sorry, Lydia. I have to go."