Nolan fills Jackson's coffee cup and then sets the pot back down on the hot plate behind him. With a sigh he says, "My sister has been trying to get in touch with me."

"Really?" Jackson asks, taking a sip of the bitter, hot liquid.

"She's called, she's texted, she's shown up at my house, she's done just about everything short of smoke signals. Does it make me a terrible person that I don't want anything to do with her though?" the auburn haired barista asks, "For the last nine years she was dead, only not dead. She was lying about being dead, that's reason to not speak to someone, right?"

"Your feelings are completely justified."

"Plus with her little sidekick Malia running around the hospital… it's like she's just invading my town. Like she's an alien here to abduct us all."

Jackson shakes his head, "You're having issues, Stiles' dad has been in a coma for nearly a month, Lydia has been holed up in her house since the day after the wedding and we start senior year next week. What a whirlwind summer."

"I can't wait for college," Nolan sighs.

At the end of the counter an elderly woman with a mess of curly white hair waves her hand and says, "Sweetheart, could I get some more decaf please?"

"Absolutely, I'll be right with you," Nolan smiles, "are we still on to go see Lydia when I get off work tonight?"

Jackson nods his head, "Yeah. Would you mind stopping by the video rental place to pick up The Notebook? If Lydia won't come out of hiding the least we could do is have a nice little movie night with her."

"No problem. I better get the lady her coffee."

TEEN WOLF

Ben drums his thumbs against his desk, his other hand resting firmly under his chin. His eyes scream for sleep, something he hadn't been doing much of lately. Though red and dry, his eyes scan the pages in front of him, searching and waiting for an answer.

Much like every other time, he finds nothing substantial. No matter what lead he gets, what trail he follows, he could not, for the life of him, solve the many mysteries of Beacon Hills.

But that didn't mean he was going to give up. At this point it wasn't merely the thrill of solving cold cases. It was personal now. He had to find the truth out one way or another.

Breaking him from his focus, Ben hears a phone ring from up at the front. Connie is short and quick on the phone, her voice responding in little chirps to the person on the other end.

Once she hangs up the phone, Ben watches as Connie scurries over to the sheriff's office and knocks on the door timidly.

"What is it?" an angry voice calls out, a voice Ben hated to hear nowadays.

"Um, sorry, Sheriff. But I just got a call for a domestic disturbance over on Yule Street. It sounds pretty bad," Connie answers, her voice unsure.

Connie waits for a response, her face full of worry. Without warning the door of the office swings open and the sheriff stands there, hands on hips.

"Is anyone dying?" the sheriff asks.

"No, Sheriff."

"Is the whole town in danger?"

"No, Sheriff."

"Well then why in the hell did you think it was necessary to bother me with this?" anger is evident on the sheriff's face.

Connie winces at the loudness of the sheriff's voice, "I-I'm sorry, Sheriff. It's just that Stil—"

"I swear to God if you bring up that comatose loser I will fire you on the spot, Connie," Donna spits out.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry, I just thought—"

"Well you thought wrong," Donna interrupts. "I am nothing like old Sheriff Stilinski, and you need to get that through your head. I do not care about small disturbances. Stilinski wasted good time and money on shit like that, and as long as I'm sheriff, that's not the way it works around here anymore. Got it?"

Connie nods, her eyes full of fright. Her small hands are clasped in front of her, her knuckles white from gripping so hard.

With that, Donna heads back into her office, slamming the door.

Ever since the sheriff was in a car accident almost two months ago, Donna took over as sheriff, and the whole department had changed.

Ben wasn't sure how much longer they would last.

TEEN WOLF

Scott taps his finger on Chris Argent's desk as he says, "It can be anything, it just has to be one of her personal items."

"Would a picture work?" the older man asks.

"Uh, yeah, I think they used that with Erica," Scott replies.

Silence fills the office. Both men's minds occupied with the same thoughts, but with different concerns. Scott's heart pounds in his chest from nerves, but he doesn't hear the same pounding in Chris' chest.

The teenager raises an eyebrow and asks, "Aren't you scared."

Chris shakes his head no, "If this works it'll be worth it. You're sure you know what you're doing?"

Scott nods, "Pretty sure. I know what the symbols look like and as long as I carve them in… everything should work. You're completely sure you want to do this?"

There's a vibration on the table and when Scott looks down at Chris' cellphone he says the caller ID come across as Leilani Kahananui. Scott's eyes move from the phone screen and back up to Chris in no time at all, a sour expression on his face.

"I ended things with her," Chris explains, "she's not taking it well, but she'll get over it. She'll have to."

"So you're sure?"

"I'm sure."

Scott nods and swallows hard, "Okay, I'll meet you at the cemetery at 9:30."

TEEN WOLF

With a bag of fast food in his hand, Ben pushes through the front doors of the hospital. He immediately takes the path he had gotten so used to. Turn right, elevator, second floor, turn right, head into room 215.

Sitting in the same chair he always did, Stiles snores, a half-read sports magazine resting in his lap.

Ben coughs loudly, waking the boy up and scaring him at the same time. The magazine falls to the floor as Stiles twists violently.

"Didn't I tell you not to wake me up like that? You know I don't do well when people wake me up," Stiles spits out, his hand resting on his fast-beating heart.

"My bad, bro. I brought you a burger," Ben offers, tossing the bag over to Stiles.

Stiles immediately digs into the bag, shoving back the wrapping on the burger and pressing it into his mouth. He moans from the taste.

"Slow down there, kid," Ben laughs.

Stiles shakes his head while still chewing, "No way. I'm so sick of hospital food you have no idea."

"Well maybe if you left once in a while you wouldn't have to eat it all the time."

Stiles's face saddens, and he glances over at the man lying on the hospital bed.

"Yeah… But I can't leave him here alone. He needs me."

Ben smiles softly, understanding his desire to stick by his father's side.

Turning back to his burger, Stiles moans again, obviously enjoying his meal.

A small knock comes from the door, and Ben and Stiles turn to see Melissa in the doorway.

"Hello, boys," she says with a smile. With crutches underneath her arms, she makes her way into the room slowly.

"It is great to see you back in those nurse's scrubs again, Melissa," Stiles tells her, nodding his head.

The woman smiles, "Obviously, I'm not in the best condition but it is great to be back and working."

Melissa had broken her leg badly from the car accident, and even a month and a half later, she still wasn't healed. It would take her a while.

Stiles shoves another bite of burger into his mouth, and Melissa shakes her head.

"But it does help that I have an assistant now," she mentions.

"Assistant? What assistant?" Stiles asks, his mouth full of food.

Almost immediately after he says that, a pretty girl walks into the room with a medical chart in her hands.

Stiles's mouth drops open and a bit of food falls out.

"Stiles, Ben, this is Malia, she's my new assistant. She's new to town and new to all the crazy, so try to keep things easy for her, okay?" Melissa introduces everyone.

Malia smiles at both Ben and Stiles, who stare at her very obviously.

"I'm Ben," the man says after he regains his speech, standing up to shake her hand.

"Malia, nice to met you," she says back, smiling.

Ben stares intently into her eyes, forgetting to let go of her hand for a few seconds.

With his food back into his mouth, Stiles introduces himself too.

"Stiles. Yep, that's me," he says awkwardly.

"Nice to meet you too."

The two nurses do their rounds on the sheriff, both Ben and Stiles watching Malia the whole time. Once they finish, both boys are sad to see her go.

"We'll be back later," Melissa tells them. "Try to keep your food in your mouth, okay Stiles?"

"Haha, you… you got it," he assures her.

Ben watches Malia as she walks out, but before she goes, she turns back to look at him and smiles.

TEEN WOLF

Nolan tosses his apron onto a table in the back room of Java Pit, sighing as the black uniform sails in the air. He was finally off work.

He heads over to the punch clock and types in his employee ID, a number he could type with his eyes closed considering how much he works. 7134.

With the final beep, Nolan is officially punched out. A free man.

He pushes his way out of the door that leads behind the counter. And after that he swings around the counter on his way out of the store, nodding to his friend Melanie as he leaves. That's when a hand grabs his arm, nearly making him yelp from surprise.

Turning to face the mysterious grabber, Nolan spots the one face he really, really didn't want to see. Even if it was a face that vaguely mirrored his own.

Dressed in a teal sundress is his sister, Annalise, a hopeful expression on her face.

"Nolan, please, just give me a minute to talk. I—"

"Can it, Buffy the Demon Slayer. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to talk to any of your friends. And I definitely don't want to get anywhere near this civil war between you and Mom. So back off," he stops her, spilling out the words like he had practiced them over and over. Which he had.

"Please," his sister begs. "You don't understand any of this. I know what you saw and what you heard in the woods that night was scary, and it made us seem bad. But we're not. We're trying to protect you. From them!"

Nolan rips his arm away, "From them?" he says loudly.

Realizing the scene he was about to cause, the boy lowers his voice.

"I haven't seen or heard from you in God knows how long, and I've been fine. No, I've been splendid. And don't pull any of this "saving me" shit, because the people you're supposedly saving me from are who you are too. We're both half demon, Sis. Mom gave us that little curse. So stop pretending to be someone you're not and leave me the hell alone."

With that, Nolan storms out of the store, the bell above the door ringing madly. Annalise watches as he pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, a habit she didn't know he had picked up.

Annalise sighs sadly and spins around in her chair to face the counter where her chai latte sits, undrank.

She rests her forehead in her hands, her mind repeating the last few words her brother said to her.

She lifts her head up and eyes the clock. Malia, her best friend and fellow demon hunter, wouldn't be getting off of work until later, so she had a lot of time to kill. If only she could spend that time with her brother, catching up and keeping him safe.

Annalise knows what trouble her mom is; what trouble all demons are for that matter. She is more than glad that demon hunters had saved her when she was younger, taking her away from what was probably going to be a life of misery as a half demon.

Interrupting her thoughts, a dark-haired man sits down beside her and checks his watch, a small frown appearing on his face.

"Someone late for a date?" Annalise asks, striking up conversation. She isn't one to be shy and timid around guys. She knows what she wants and she usually gets it.

The man glances over at her, scratching his beard as he does. He barely looks at her when he says, "Something like that."

Annalise smiles, beginning to turn on the charm, "That's too bad, it looks like you could use a little company."

A blonde appears next to him, seeming to come out of nowhere. Annalise didn't even have to look to know the girl was shooting daggers at her.

"Sorry I'm late babe, I saw Nolan in the parking lot and said hi," the girl tells him.

Annalise's breath catches in her throat when she hears his name. These people must be some of his friends.

"Here, I'll make it up to you," the blonde offers, grabbing the man's face and kissing him hard, not bothering to keep things PG. It was obvious she was doing it just for Annalise's sake.

With a small smirk, Annalise grabs her purse and stands up from her chair.

Erica watches as the girl walks away, and she eventually pulls back from Derek.

"Damn, what's gotten into you?" Derek asks, breathing heavily, his hand firm against the small of Erica's back.

The blonde smiles at her boyfriend, grabbing his other hand and pulling him up from his chair.

"Hopefully you," she says seductively, leaning in to kiss him again.

With that, she leads him towards the back of the coffee house, towards where the bathrooms are.

"Erica, what are you doing?" Derek asks, hesitant yet intrigued, as he lets her lead him farther into the back.

"You, silly," she says right as she pushes open the door to the men's bathroom. She lets go of his hand and walks inside, her smile begging him to follow her.

His heart beating fast, Derek follows her, shutting the door as he gets inside.

Erica immediately pounces on him, pressing the man against the bathroom door. Her hands snake around him and one finds itself under his black t-shirt. The other finds the lock on the door and shuts it tight.

TEEN WOLF

Jackson walks into Lydia's room, not bothering to knock on the door. When he enters he spots Lydia sitting on her bed, Great Expectations in her hands. The girl doesn't look anything like what Jackson had expected – he thought he would enter the room and see Lydia in sweats, her hair a mess, makeup running down her face, he expected her to look wrecked… but she didn't.

Lydia sat in a light blue dress, her hair over her left shoulder in an intricate fishtail – not a single hair out of place. Her makeup was pristine as well. She looked good. She looked ready to go gallivanting around Beacon Hills.

"Can I help you with something, Jackson?" the girl asks flatly, not looking up from her book.

"Yes, actually. Would you mind getting your ass out of bed and coming into public?" the lacrosse player snaps. "I don't know if you remember your friends or anything, but we all miss you and we're all worried."

"Is that so?" she asks, again lacking any emotion.

"Yes it is. What the hell is with you Lydia? This isn't you."

It's now that Lydia sets her book down. She locks her eyes on Jackson and narrows her gaze, "Did you know that Ethan and Aiden are dead?"

"What?"

"Because I didn't, at least not until last week when I was making myself lunch and they popped up in my head and told me that Graham and his father had killed them. I can't say I'm totally surprised… a couple of werewolves crashing a wedding full of werewolf hunters, totally asking for trouble."

"Lydia why are you…"

The strawberry blonde shrugs and pushes her braid off her shoulder, "I say this because Scott neglected to tell me. People are lying to me, Jackson. Although, I guess I shouldn't be too upset that Aiden is gone – not like he wanted me anyway.

Jackson takes a few steps into the room and sits down on the bed beside Lydia, "What are you talking about?"

"I know it's terribly narcissistic," Lydia continues, "to be complaining about being undesirable to men, considering the man I'm referring to is dead, but the fact remains that… that no one wants me."

"That isn't true."

"Isn't it? You didn't want me; you dumped me like I was hot trash. Not that it mattered, since you're gay, but… still. Stiles is the only boy who's ever truly wanted me and he's… he hasn't been around. Which, again, I'm aware is incredibly narcissistic. His dad is comatose and no one knows if he's going to wake up, but…"

"But he's supposed to love you," Jackson finishes.

Lydia nods and moves closer to the werewolf, "Precisely."

Jackson takes a deep breath, "You make it sound like I'm a monster, Lydia. But I didn't mean to be – I was going through so much when I went to England. So much. I'd died and come back to life, and while that's not too uncommon in our group of friends, it's still a lot and I would be lying if I didn't tell you that I still felt something for you."

"You do?"

"Of course I do, you were my first… everything."

Lydia bats her lashes and places her hand on top of Jackson's, "Sometimes… sometimes I think I still love you."

Jackson inches forward, "You do?"

"Of course I do," Lydia repeats, "you were my first everything."

Neither one is sure who closes the gap between them, but the gap is closed and their mouths are together. It's hot and familiar and both Lydia and Jackson feel almost as though they need each other, like they felt when they first got together. Lydia runs her fingers through Jackson's hair as a soft whimper escapes her lips.

When the two pull apart, confused and aroused, they instantly see Nolan standing in the doorway an unbelieving expression on his face.

"You have got to be kidding me!" the boy shouts, throwing the DVD box in his hand at Jackson.

"Nolan it isn't…" Jackson begins, catching the DVD just before it hits him in the face.

"It's not what you think," Lydia semi-shouts.

Nolan scoffs, "Seriously? SERIOUSLY?"

Nolan shakes his head and without a second though storms out of the room and heads down the hall. Not looking back, but hearing both Lydia and Jackson coming after him. It doesn't take Nolan long to get outside of Lydia's house when Jackson catches up with him and shouts his name.

Angrily Nolan turns around, "WHAT?"

"Look, I know how you feel," Jackson begins, but Nolan stops him.

"I don't think you do, because if you did you would turn around and go back inside because you would realize that I am this close to getting in my car and running you down in Lydia's goddamn front yard," Nolan spits through clenched teeth.

Jackson watches in shock as the boy walks to his car and slams the door, getting to tear off down the road.

TEEN WOLF

"Goodnight, Stiles," Malia says politely as she exits the hospital room. Even with his first impression as an awkward teenage boy proving to be true, Stiles was actually pretty funny and very sweet for being so devoted to his dad.

Checking her watch, she realizes her shift is over, but she heads over to wear Melissa sits to make sure she could leave.

Once Melissa gives her the OK, Malia takes the path out of the hospital, only getting lost twice this time.

Getting used to the large hospital wasn't easy, but Malia was adjusting well, she thought.

The girl checks her phone and sees two texts from Annalise, both were about Nolan's rejection of having a chat with his sister.

She sticks her phone into the pocket of her light blue scrubs, feeling bad for her friend, but also understanding what the boy was going through.

When she steps outside of the hospital doors, a nice, cool breeze hits her face, and she instantly smiles as her brown hair flies backwards.

"Well if that didn't look like your typical commercial for some kind of beauty product, I don't know what else would," a voice says from her left. She turns and spots Ben.

A smile hits her lips, "To tell you the truth, I knew you would be standing there so I had it all planned out just to impress you."

Ben smiles back, touching a hand to his heart, "Well it worked. I am thoroughly impressed."

Malia bites her lower lip, a habit she picked up whenever she got nervous.

"I didn't know you were a cop too," she says after a moment, taking in Ben's uniform. "You weren't wearing it in the hospital."

"I had just got done working out at the gym," he tells her. "And I swear that isn't me trying to impress you, but if that happens to be the case, well then… win-win for me."

"Eh, you'll have to do better than that," Malia flirts, stepping a bit closer to the officer as he does the same.

"Well I'd love to try. My shift is just about starting, but how would you like to meet up for a drink sometime?" he offers cautiously.

Malia searches his eyes for a hint of anything but sincerity, but when she finds nothing but niceness, she answers.

"A drink would be nice."

TEEN WOLF

Nolan sits at the bar and watches as the bartender fills another shot glass for him, without any hesitation the boy throws back the drink – so numb he doesn't even feel the burn. Again he watches the bartender fill the shot glass for him, briefly they make eye contact and the bartender says, "This one is on me."

Nolan smiles, "Thanks."

A minute passes as Nolan stares at the shot glass when a voice calls from behind him.

"What's the emergency?" Camilla asks as she sets her purse down on the barstool beside the one she sits down on herself.

"Wanna play a really fun game called: My life sucks. I'll win."

Camilla shakes her head, "I… I don't think you wanna play with me."

"Oh, I do," Nolan laughs, throwing back the tequila shot, "On top of all the crazy demon family drama, I just walked in on Jackson and Lydia mid-makeout. I just saw my boyfriend liplocked with his ex-girlfriend and then they tried to tell me that it wasn't what it looked like, but it was pretty damn clear that it totally was."

Camilla nods slowly, "I'm pregnant."

Nolan eyes widen and his mouth falls open.

"I win."

"What? How?"

"Well, when a boy and girl are really horny they shirtless and pantsless hug and then…"

Nolan stops the girl from continuing, "Okay, I know the how, but… how? Does Isaac know?"

Camilla shakes her head no, "Not yet."

The two sit silently. Camilla grabs a peanut from the bowl in front of her and cracks it – she doesn't even really like peanuts but its something to do. Her life feels like it's in limbo, like everything is floating around her and she can't grab on to anything to keep it still. All she wants is a drink…

Nolan runs a hand through his hair, "Sorta puts my boy problems in perspective."

"For what it's worth," Camilla begins, "Jackson is a pretty-boy asshole and you can do so much better."

"You think?"

"I know. You've got some grade A DSL on you Nolan Hayes. Any little gayboy would be lucky to have you, forget that jockey twink."

"You're pregnant," Nolan says.

"Yeah, yeah I am."

"Joey, I'm gonna need another shot."

TEEN WOLF

Chris slowly begins to unbutton his shirt staring at the headstone in front of him. His heart is beginning to race now. The man squeezes the picture of Allison he holds in his hand tightly, imagining it's her hand.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Scott asks.

"Yes, dammit Scott," Chris snaps, "I want Allison back even if I won't be around to see her. She deserves to be alive, she deserves it more than I do. We already dug up her grave all you have to do is carve the Resurrection Triquetra into my chest and she'll be back."

Scott nods and shuts his eyes. He focuses for a minute, pushing with all his will to allow the demonwolf to come through. He thinks of his pain, how much he misses Allison and as the memories of her flood his mind he can feel the change beginning.

Scott's nose and mouth begin to morph into a snout, long teeth extending, when he opens his eyes they glow red in the night, and when he looks down at his hands he sees long, sharp claws.

Chris scowls and swallows hard, "Tell Allison I love her."

Scott hears this and wants to reply, but the animal in him doesn't allow it and he reaches his hand out and begins to draw the ankh on the man's chest, then the ka, and finally the amenta. Inside the triquetra he draws the maat for balance and suddenly the wind picks up and thunder cracks above the two men in the cloudless sky. Scott's animal nature is beginning to get stronger and stronger and he can't contain himself any longer. He lunges at Chris and begins to tear him apart.

"ALLISON!"

TEEN WOLF

Camilla lies on the couch, her back pressed against Isaac's hard body as he lays behind her, one of his arms gripped right around her abdomen.

They were watching The Dark Knight Rises once again. Camilla had a thing for Tom Hardy and Isaac had a thing for Hines Ward's cameo.

Having seen the movie more than enough, Isaac leans down to kiss Camilla's neck, paying more attention to her than the movie.

Camilla leans back into her boyfriend, closing her eyes at the sweet feeling his kisses were giving her.

Isaac squeezes her abdomen, pushing her closer against him, but Camilla freezes.

"What's wrong, babe?" he asks.

Camilla doesn't answer, but she removes herself from his embrace and sits up. Her face is turned away, but Isaac can tell she's upset.

She tugs the gray blanket she and Isaac had been sharing and pulls it around herself.

When she faces Isaac, he sees tears falling down her face.

"Camilla," he says instantly, sitting up as well to move closer to her. "Baby, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

The brunette pulls in a shaky breath, and casts her eyes down to the hem of Isaac's shirt, unable to look her boyfriend in the eyes.

"No, babe. We did something wrong," she tells him after a minute. Her voice cracks as she speaks.

"Camilla, you've got to give me more than that. Please. Tell me what's wrong," he pulls her closer to him, but she tugs herself away.

"Isaac, please. I don't want you to hate me," she begins sobbing.

"I could never hate you. Camilla, you're scaring me."

Camilla's body shudders with another sob as she tries to form the words.

"Isaac, I'm so sorry."

"Camilla, sorry for what?"

Not being able to take it any longer, she spits it out, "I think I'm pregnant."

Isaac's eyes widen, but he doesn't get the time to react, because within a millisecond, the door to the loft bursts open.

On alert, Isaac jumps up, ready to defend himself and his pregnant? girlfriend.

But his readiness to fight wasn't necessary, because in the doorway stands Scott, clutching a frail, terrified, but most importantly alive girl in his arms…

Allison.

TEEN WOLF

A/N: Boom, bitches. She's baaaaack! But how? Why? Is she normal? These things we cannot tell you, but if you keep reading, you just might find out. We introduced more characters, yay! Of course, any Teen Wolf fan knows Malia, but we decided to give her a new story and a new age since she's like, 30, IRL. And then there's Annalise, who in our minds is played by Lyndsy Fonseca. If you couldn't tell, this chapter takes place about a month and a half after the wedding, and things have obviously changed. So stay tuned, kiddos! We've got a lot in store for you. -Narly