Allison opens her eyes. The feeling was still amazing to her. She could open her eyes. She could wake up. She was alive.

Right when she opens them, she gazes at Camilla, who was staring right back at her, her eyes puffy.

"I'm still here," Allison says quietly, grabbing one of Camilla's hands underneath the blanket they were sharing. Allison and Camilla had slept in Isaac's bed, not wanting to be apart, while Isaac took the spare bedroom and Scott was on the floor of Isaac's room.

"I feel like you're just going to disappear any second now," Camilla chokes out, a tear slipping out, landing on the already-tear-soaked pillow.

"I'm here now. That's all that matters," Allison whispers, pulling her cousin closer. They had never really been touchy-touchy before, but Allison's… death had brought the two girls closer. They basically just didn't want to let each other go.

"And I'm not letting you leave. Ever," Camilla promises, shutting her eyes against the bright shine of the moon.

TEEN WOLF

Nolan lies in his bed, the room spinning even with his eyes closed. His head is pounding and although it's after midnight and he's been in bed for fifteen minutes all he wants is a cigarette. Slowly he rolls over and his feet bump into something, not remembering his cat being in the room with him the boy opens his eyes and swallows a scream.

Sitting at the end of his bed is a woman with dark brown hair, intense eyes, and elegantly arched brows. She reaches out and cups the boy's face and says his name in a raspy voice, "Nolan."

The boy swallows hard, "W-who are you?"

Swiftly, the stranger drops her hand and sighs, "I guess it would make sense… you not recognizing me."

"Should I recognize you?"

"It's me Nolan. It's mom."

Head spinning, Nolan gets up from his bed and rushes to the tiny off-white trash can and vomits. He isn't sure if it was the ten shots of tequila or the undead, fresh faced, demon mother that sits before him that caused the barfing – maybe a mix of both.

Nolan wears a confused expression as he asks, "How?"

"It's a demon thing," Kelly explains, "every thirty five years or so a demon has to get a new host. Which sounds barbaric and evil, but it really isn't. The human we use doesn't feel anything… at least not initially. As time goes on they try to regain control of their bodies and it makes them insane."

Taking a cautious step toward his mother Nolan asks, "So the woman I spent my whole life thinking of as mom… she isn't actually my mom?"

"Technically, no she isn't."

"I think I'm gonna puke again."

"Come on bugaboo. It's me, its momma," Kelly urges.

Nolan puts a hand up, "No. Don't call me sweet little pet names. Don't act like everything is all peachy fucking keen. This is crazy. You're crazy. This whole goddamn family belongs in Eichen House."

Kelly stands up, "You need time to process all of this. I understand that. I'm going to go see your father, let him know I'm home. Hopefully I'll be better received by him." The woman makes her way to the door and places her hand on Nolan's shoulder, "I missed you, darling."

TEEN WOLF

"Wake up," calls a gruff voice. "Seriously, Stiles wake the hell up!"

Reluctantly Stiles opens his eyes, sunlight pouring in through the window in his father's room. He looks at his dad, smiling at him with eyes wide open and wonders for a minute who had called his name – what with his father in a coma and all.

Wait.

His eyes are open? Stiles wonders to himself, then realizing what he was seeing beams and jumps from his chair/bed.

"You're awake!" the boy shouts lunging at his father to hug him. Without realizing it Stiles begins to cry clutching his father closer to him, "Don't ever do this ever again for the rest of eternity."

The sheriff chuckles and pats his son on the shoulder, "I'll do my best."

Everything seems to move quickly then. Doctors come in and take his father away for tests, he comes back, nurses wheel him away for another set of tests, next thing he knows its lunch and he has to go to the cafeteria to get him and his father food.

That's when Stiles takes a moment and lets everything sink in.

Suddenly he's crying again as he pulls his phone out and calls Scott.

"Oh my god," Scott whispers, "you're crying."

"My… dad…" Stiles begins, choking on tears.

"Stiles, dude I am so, so sorry."

"Scott, he's awake."

There's silence on the other end and Stiles faintly hears Scott sniffle and realizes that his friend is crying too.

"Thank god," Scott says after a minute of mutual sniffling and silence between both boys.

"I just wanted… will you let your mom know?"

"Of course, absolutely."

Stiles smiles to himself, "Okay, well I gotta go get me and dad food."

"Before you go…"

"Yeah?"

"Allison is alive."

TEEN WOLF

"I remember going to the Nematon," Allison recalls, "I remember grabbing a root and breaking it and I remember seeing Malum – he looked like my mother… and I remember rushing to get back to myself before I ran out of time…"

Camilla brushes a tear away, "Then what?"

"Then I just kept running," Allison replies, "and I was running until I woke up in Scott's arms last night."

All the teens exchange a worried glance, Lydia's head is resting on Jackson's shoulder – tears running down her face as she listens to her best friend's story. She can't believe that Allison is in front of her, all the longing, the pain… it's finally over.

"Every now and then I would get glimpses of you guys," Allison continues, "I tried talking to you Lydia…"

"I heard you," Lydia answers, tears coming down more frequently now, "I heard you begging for me to help you but I didn't know how…"

"But you figured it out," Allison replies with a smile, "you got me out."

"Allison, what are you–" Lydia begins to ask when Scott cuts her off.

"I'm just glad you're back," the werewolf says, "it was like I was in slow motion when you were gone."

Silence floats through the room as Nolan, Jackson, Isaac, Lydia, Camilla, and Scott soak in Allison. All are in shock that she's actually sitting in front of them, talking, telling them the story of her time away – and even though they were all aware that she was gone it felt almost as through no time had passed at all.

"I'm really tired," Allison says, "do you think I could go and take a little nap?"

Scott nods and helps the girl up, leading her to the back of the loft. The group hears the door click and they wait a moment before Jackson asks the question they're all wondering.

"How is she alive?"

There's a collective shrug among the teens.

"I don't know," Nolan replies, "a lot of unbelievable things happen, know what I mean?"

The boy stands up and walks toward the kitchen area and knows Jackson is following him without even turning around to look at him. Nolan is in front of the fridge when Jackson puts a hand on his shoulder and stares at him with a pitying expression.

"Nolan…"

"Save it. Honestly, I don't want to hear anything you have to say," Nolan snaps, "you betrayed me."

Jackson shakes his head, "Lydia and I never meant to do that. It was… it was in the moment."

"Yeah, and when I kick you in the nuts that's just going to be 'in the moment' too."

As soon as the words have left Nolan's mouth Lydia appears and says swiftly, "I know you're upset, but you can't tell Stiles what happened. It would hurt him so badly and he just got happy again."

"How do you know? You've been in your room since the wedding and he's been at the hospital," Nolan retorts, "and if you're so worried about him being upset you shouldn't have kissed my boyfriend, Lydia."

"It was stupid and awful, I know that," Lydia admits, "and you don't deserve to be hurt… but if you could have gone back and not seen anything… wouldn't you have preferred that?"

"I would have preferred you two not kissing," Nolan answers flatly.

Jackson's eyes fall to the ground, "I'm so sorry, Nolan."

The words tug at Nolan's heart and he wants to collapse. He wants a drink. He wants a cigarette. He wants to not feel like this anymore. He wishes he could go back to a time where his mother was in an asylum and his sister was dead – which makes him feel terrible.

"Save it," Nolan spits out, fighting back a bout of tears, "if you don't tell Stiles he's going to find out some other way and it'll hurt him worse. I have to go, I'm late for work."

As Nolan gruffly says goodbye, Camilla looks over at Isaac who has a strange expression on his face.

Having made awkward eye contact for most of the day, Isaac randomly stands up from his chair and grabs Camilla's arm lightly, leading her to his bedroom. She follows and allows his grip on her arm, though her head is spinning with worries.

He lets go and moves over to his bed, taking a seat. He pats the spot next to him and looks up at her expectantly.

With a little hesitation, the brunette sidles over to the bed and slowly takes a seat. She inhales deeply and waits for him to speak.

"Camilla. I'm sorry that things got so… messy. I wanted to talk to you, but with Allison back, I couldn't really…"

"I get it," she nods, tucking strands of hair behind her ear and looking down at the floor.

"But babe," Isaac sighs, reaching over and grabbing his girlfriend's hands, wrapping them up in his own, "Baby or not, I love you. And I cannot imagine life without you. Was I expecting to have a kid this young? No. But was I expecting a Kanima to kill my father? Was I expecting to turn into a werewolf? Was I expecting The Root of Evil to shack up in Beacon Hills?"

"I'm guessing the answer is no to all of those but I don't see what it has to do with me being pregnant…"

Isaac chuckles a little, and responds.

"It relates because all those things took me my surprise, but I dealt with them. Some things even made my life 100 times better than it was. What I'm saying is, we'll figure it out. All that matters is we love each other, and if we do have a baby, it'll be the most loved baby to ever come into this damn world. Okay?" he assures her, placing one of his hands over her cheek and looking deeply into her eyes. "It's you and me against the world, babe."

A tear slides down Camilla's face, right onto Isaac's hand, who wipes it away.

Isaac kisses her forehead and looks at her again, "We'll get through this."

Camilla nods and curls up against her boyfriend, happy that he had said exactly what she needed to hear.

"So, when did you take the test?" Isaac asks her after a moment, still cradling the girl against his body.

"I… sorta haven't yet. But I'm a little over two weeks late, and it fits in with the time frame. You know… the wedding rehearsal… no protection…" she drifts off.

"Camilla, you need to take a test."

"I didn't want to until I told you it might be a possibility. I'm scared."

Isaac holds her tighter, rubbing his hands up and down against her.

"Don't be. We'll get one tonight when things settle down. It's going to be okay, Camilla."

She looks up at him, feeling the sincerity in his words.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

TEEN WOLF

Melissa braces herself by taking a deep breath. In and out.

With her crutches scooting her along, she makes her way across the hospital floor towards the sheriff's room. He was awake and she hadn't seen him yet.

When she gets inside, she can barely fit due to nearly the whole police force being inside the room. She is off duty today, so she can't use her being a nurse as an excuse to push her way through.

Standing beside the door patiently, Melissa struggles to see around all of the men and women blocking her way. She couldn't see the man in the bed, but she could hear his hearty laugh. A laugh she hadn't heard in a long time. A laugh she missed. A laugh that made her heart leap.

Suddenly, Ben spots the woman.

"Hey guys, let's move out of the way. Sheriff's got a special visitor," he announces, gesturing for the many cops to clear a path for Melissa.

When she finally makes it through, slowly but surely on her crutches, she looks right into the eyes of the man she never thought she would see alive again.

"Well, damn, it's great to see you," the man speaks, his voice at a soft tone. For a moment, Melissa forgets they are in a room filled with other people, and it's just her and the sheriff.

"It's great to see your eyes open," she tells him, trying to hold back her tears. The two just look at each other, no more words needing to be spoken.

"Um, Dad. Toleman asked you a question," Stiles interrupts from the side of the bed, his eyes darting awkwardly between the two adults.

"Oh, uh, sorry, Toleman," the man coughs, shaking his head lightly. "What'd you ask?"

"I asked how soon you'd be back in office. Donna's ripping the force to shreds," the cop repeats, a serious look on his face.

"Well, son, considering I just woke up from a coma, I'd say it'll be a while. But who in the hell put Donna in charge?"

Nobody answers the sheriff, they all just shuffle their feet awkwardly until Ben speaks up.

"She kind of just… put herself in charge sir. And once she did, everyone was too afraid to challenge her. She's kind of intimidating," he reveals.

The sheriff rubs his temples and closes his eyes, sighing loudly.

Suddenly, Malia gently pushes her way through the police officers, earning a few appreciative stares from a few of the men, and even one woman.

"I hate to do this, officers, but the sheriff needs his rest. You guys can come back tomorrow," she lets everyone know, holding his medical chart in her hands.

Melissa smiles at the girl, proud of the nurse she was becoming.

The officers say goodbye slowly, and file out of the room. Within minutes, the room is mostly clear except for Stiles, Melissa, the sheriff, Malia, and Ben.

Malia checks on the sheriff, making sure everything is normal, which it is. When she finishes, she looks over at Ben.

"Officer Hunt, I'm sorry to have to do this, but you need to leave as well. Family and staff only," she says with a light smile.

Ben smirks back, and grabs his coat from the back of a chair.

"I'll follow you out, ma'am," turning to the sheriff, he adds, "I'll be back sir. Don't do anything too exciting without me."

Following Malia out the door Ben leans one of his hips against the front desk where the nurse was putting down Stilinski's chart. Glancing over at him for a short second, she smiles, then turns back to her work.

"Now, was it really necessary for you to kick me out?" he asks playfully.

"I guess I could've let you stay but…" Malia starts, moving her wrist forward to check her watch, "My shift ends in about ten minutes so I was going to take you up on that drink offer, but if you'd rather stay with the sheriff, that's fine by me. I've got a bottle of wine and an action movie waiting for me at home."

Ben chuckles, and gazes at Malia, "I'd love to take you out. The sheriff can wait. It's not very often a pretty girl wants to join me for drinks."

Malia smiles, and begins to walk away.

"Meet me out front in fifteen," she calls over her shoulder, much to Ben's delight as he watches her walk away.

TEEN WOLF

Scott and Allison sit side by side on Ron's couch, as the man himself wipes his tears.

"God, they won't stop," he says, laughing a little. It had been a little over half an hour since Camilla, Isaac, and Scott had broken the news about Allison. "I just never thought I'd see you again sweetheart."

"And I never thought I'd see you wearing a shell necklace," the girl responds softly.

Ron chuckles, "You can't go to Mexico on your honeymoon and not get a shell necklace. I don't think it's possible. Both Susan and I got one."

Susan confirms his statement, pulling her own necklace out from underneath the collar of her shirt with a smile.

"Oh, honey, I just wish you were there for the wedding. Although it was a bit crazy, you would've looked lovely in a bridesmaid dress," Susan tells her honestly.

Allison smiles sadly, "I missed a lot… but… I'm just glad I'm back."

"And you must be starving, right? How would you like some spaghetti? I had just made some for Ron when you all came over, I'm sure it's still warm!" Susan chirps, already standing up to head to the kitchen.

"That sounds good, but I'd really just like to go see my father," Allison reveals. It had been over twelve hours since she'd been back and this was the first time she mentioned him.

"Yeah, we should probably go tell Chris, Dad," Camilla tells her father.

"You're right sweetheart. I'm surprised you haven't seen him yet."

Allison looks down at her hands and says, "Well, I wanted to, but we all just got so swept up. Plus I'm sure he's changed a lot since he, you know, lost me…"

No one says a word, not really sure what to say. Camilla picks at a loose string on one of the blankets resting on the love seat. Scott squirms awkwardly in his spot next to Allison.

"Well, I'm going to use the restroom before we go," Allison tells them, standing up and making her way down the familiar path.

When she is gone Scott bursts out.

"Chris is dead."

"Scott, what? What the hell?" Isaac shouts out.

"Scott, what do you mean?" Ron says at the same time.

Everyone's face fills with shock as they wait for the boy to answer.

Scott talks quickly, emotion obvious in his voice, "He and I started planning to bring Allison back, but Chris refused to sacrifice anyone but himself. He said he would hate himself if anyone else died. Even if it meant he never got to see Allison again. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let him. We were just both so set on getting her back, I guess I wasn't thinking clearly. I missed her so much, and so did he. Once he made up his mind I don't think anyone could've changed it. I'm so, so sorry."

Scott begins to weep burying his head in his hands.

"He's dead?" Allison squeaks, emerging from the hallway with tears in her eyes, shocking everyone.

TEEN WOLF

Putting his car into park, Nolan faintly sees a car pull up behind him in front of his house. Confused, Nolan gets out and takes a look at the vehicle behind him – a sleek Porsche. Jackson. Rolling his eyes, Nolan begins to walk toward his front door.

"Wait," Jackson protests, "Nolan, seriously wait."

"Leave me alone," the boy responds, not looking at the werewolf behind him.

"No, I'm not going to leave you alone. Not until you accept my apology."

Nolan stops dead in his tracks, "You want me to accept your apology? I caught you making out with your ex-girlfriend and you want me to take an 'I'm sorry'? Are you fucking joking, Jackson? I hadn't realized you were a comedian on top of being a werewolf."

"Please…"

"No. I am a sink with an open drain, anything you say goes right through me. I want you to stay the hell away from me, Jackson. I want you to pretend like we never met, that's what I plan to do. I don't want to think about how…"

"How what?"

"How you made me fucking love you and how you fucking broke my heart by making out with, not only your ex, but one of my best friends."

It's then Jackson grabs Nolan's hand and pulls him to him, their lips lock and Nolan pushes away, "No… Jackson… no.." but when Jackson reconnects their lips Nolan doesn't push him away. The kiss deepens as they make their way up the front porch and into the house.

Nolan's dog barks slightly as they enter the empty, dark house and go up the stairs and into Nolan's bedroom.

"That's a break up kiss," Nolan says breathlessly as Jackson shuts the bedroom door and removes his shirt.

"Break up kiss," he repeats as he grabs Nolan by the waist of his pants and begins to unbutton them.

"Jackson…"

"Shhh, we're breaking up," the werewolf replies as turns Nolan around and drops to his knees.

TEEN WOLF

"She's finally asleep," Camilla tells Isaac as she walks deeper into the kitchen where th boy sits, his shoulders heavy. "I've never seen her cry so hard."

She shakes her head and sits down next to Isaac, who grabs her hand understandingly.

"It's a sad, sad situation. I'm sorry you lost your uncle."

Camilla sighs, "I just can't believe he did it. And Scott let him. I mean, I wanted Allison back too, and I even considered sacrificing myself, but… I could never do it. I love Allison so much, but I love life too. Does that make me a bad person?"

Squeezing her hand, Isaac says, "No, sweetheart. Chris had nothing in his life. Losing his wife and his daughter? It couldn't be easy. No matter what. And knowing he had a chance to bring his own blood back, his own daughter, I'm sure he thought there was no other option. He was so dedicated to Allison. I would be too, to my children."

Camilla shudders at the thought, remembering her own predicament.

"Speaking of children, we should probably take that test now while Allison's asleep. I feel like it's going to be a long night," Camilla says grimly.

Isaac nods and watches as Camilla leaves the room to grab her purse, where she had stashed the pregnancy test Isaac had bought earlier when he claimed he was running to the store just for things for Allison.

Re-entering the kitchen, Camilla pulls the test out of her purse and stares at it.

"I'll be back, I guess," she says after a moment, taking a step towards the bathroom that was just off of the kitchen.

"I'm coming too. I told you, it's you and me, babe," Isaac stands up, following the girl into the small, blue-painted room.

A few minutes later, the two were standing in the bathroom, waiting. The little white stick resting on the bathroom counter.

"How much longer?" Camilla asks, looking at her wrist even though there was no watch there. Her face was pale.

Isaac checks his own watch and sighs.

"Any minute now."

He moves closer to his girlfriend and grips her hand, ready for anything.

Camilla's eyes widen as she thinks of something.

"Babe, what are the chances of the baby being born a werewolf?" she asks.

Isaac's eyes are still glued to the test and he moves to take it off of the counter, holding it up in front of Camilla so she could see the freshly-appeared results.

"Looks like we won't have to worry about that just yet," Isaac says with a small smile.

Camilla beams and wraps her arms around her boyfriend, "Oh thank God!"

TEEN WOLF

Malia and Annalise don't say anything to each other as they watch the two hunters come into their apartment. The man, Trevor Shane, drops his bags to the floor and glares at the place as the woman, Lisa Miller, gracefully enters and giggles like a little girl.

"Couldn't you have found a nicer place," Trevor asks.

"This is the best we could do," Annalise replies.

Malia scoffs, "It's not like you guys gave us a lot of cash – and the hospital hasn't paid me yet and Annalise won't start making money until the school year starts."

"It'll do," Lisa sighs, "it's charming, I think."

"Truthfully it doesn't matter," Trevor snaps, "we're here to get read of the demons and get Nolan Hayes to join us. That's all. Having a nice apartment doesn't matter. What matters is accomplishing the mission, a mission which Annalise claimed she could have done herself."

Annalise forces a laugh, "I apologize that my brother doesn't trust me after I faked my death."

"Don't be smart," Trevor glares.

"We'll get him," Lisa replies, "he'll come with us. When he learns how evil the demons are he'll come with us. I know he will… Annalise did, didn't she?"

Malia rolls her eyes, "I'm sure his mother has made contact by now. She's had plenty of time to find a host and it'll be easy for her to rejoin society since no one in town knows what Kelly Hayes is supposed to look like since when she was alive she was locked up in that asylum."

Annalise feels her face tighten at the mention of her mother, "I just want to protect my brother."

"Oh we will," Trevor assures her, "but you know what we'll have to do if he won't come with us."

"Come now, Trev," Lisa scolds, "we just got here, let's not go headfirst into bad cop."

Trevor turns his brown eyes to Lisa, "She needs to understand that if Nolan isn't with us, he's against us and we'll have no choice but to–"

"Kill him," Annalise concludes, "I know. If my brother doesn't agree to help us stop the demons he is one and we have to kill him."

TEEN WOLF

Isaac sets the last bag of Allison's on Camilla's bedroom floor. His girlfriend looks at him with a sad smile.

"Alright well, I'm heading back to the loft for tonight. Call me if you need anything," he says, grabbing Camilla and kissing her goodbye.

He waves to Allison who was lying in Camilla's bed, a blank expression on her face.

She slowly waves back and tries to muster a smile, but to no avail. When Isaac leaves, Camilla softly shuts the door behind him and immediately takes her shirt off.

"Jesus, Camilla," Allison says quietly. "I forgot how immodest you are."

Her cousin shrugs as she shimmies out of her jeans. She grabs one of Isaac's t-shirts from a drawer and pulls it over her head after taking off her bra. When the t-shirt is on, she pads over to the light switch and flips it off.

Heading back over to her bed, she slides in next to Allison.

"You really aren't wearing pants?" Allison asks.

"Nope," Camilla responds, making herself comfortable underneath the comforter.

Allison sighs and rolls her eyes.

"I'm sad, Camilla," she says after a minute. Camilla looks over at her cousin and spots the tears glistening in her eyes.

"I know."

"I hate that he did this for me. I didn't deserve it."

Camilla rolls onto her side and looks directly at Allison.

"Don't you ever say that again. Your father died for you, and he's not coming back, but do you know how amazing what he did is? Yes it's sad, but Allison, he's giving you your life back. And now you've got it, so you need to honor him. Honor what he did. Make your life mean something. You're meant to be here on this earth. I know it and your father knew it."

Allison looks at her cousin, blinking hard as the tears slid out. She nods after a minute.

"Okay," she whispers.

"Okay?" Camilla repeats.

"Okay."

TEEN WOLF