The doorbell is ringing and Roxy Daribon wants to throw up.

Sitting on the bathroom floor in front of the toilet the girl is unsure if she can get up to answer the door. The very thought of walking down the stairs makes her stomach turn and her head hurt. Her hazel eyes are dry as she blinks hard and stands up.

Roxy catches a glance of herself in the mirror and winces. She looks like hell, with bloodshot eyes underlined with dark circles. Her hair is a disaster, so she quickly pulls it into a ponytail before exiting the lavatory and goes into the hallway, making a beeline straight to the winding staircase.

The doorbell rings again.

Swallowing the newest bout of nausea, Roxy carefully walks down the steps and lands on the tiled floor of the grand foyer. Her feet make a sticking sound as she reaches the door and pulls it open to reveal a tall man who smiles at her.

"Can I help you?" She asks, ignoring the nagging feeling of this hangover.

"I'd really love if you could," the man replies, "I was on my way out of town… ready for a change of scenery and all that and as fate would have it – my car broke down. It's seven in the morning right now and your house was the only one with a light on."

"You were leaving town?" Roxy asks as a sickening feeling washes over – different from the alcohol-induced sickness she was currently facing.

The man nods his head, "Yes, I was. I thought maybe I was done here… but right now I get the feeling that maybe Beacon Hills is exactly where I need to be. Can you believe it? This Podunk little town?"

"What can I help you with exactly," Roxy finally demands, "because I don't know if you can tell by my current appearance or not, but I've got a date with my toilet."

The man snickers, "I guess maybe you can't help me, maybe that was a bad way to start this whole interaction. I should probably just get to the point: I'm gonna kill you."

All the color drains from Roxy's face, "W-what?"

"Hopefully that doesn't seem too harsh. Death in general is gonna be harsh, I know, but here's hoping that you're the type of intellectual girl who can accept the things which you cannot change. And I see your face right now, and you're gonna try and beg and plead," the man says as he produces a hunters knife from his coat pocket, "and I would advise you to do that, because the more you beg me not to cut out your lungs and hang them from the chandelier… the more I want to do it."

As the man wraps his hand around Roxy's throat and forces his way into her house, the girl gasps out, "No… please…"

"That's what I like to hear," the man smirks as he plunges the knife into Roxy's gut, "oh damn, I missed your lungs. Oh well, guess I'm gonna have to play surgeon."

TEEN WOLF

"So you and Jackson are done?" Stiles asks Nolan as the walk down the hall toward drama class.

Nolan sighs, "I guess… I mean, it doesn't seem like he and I are going to be driving in his Porsche into the sunset after Saturday night. I didn't talk to him at all Sunday and if he and I weren't in two of the same classes I probably wouldn't be seeing him today. He's just so focused on it being just us. Just him and me. Because according to that lunatic the only person I'm allowed to care about is him."

"Well good for you," Stiles replies, "Jackson is a dick. Let's not forget how badly he screwed you over at the start of the year."

"Oh, like Lydia screwed you over?"

"Ouch."

Nolan looks down at his feet, "Sorry, that was mean. Can we just drop this? I don't want to talk about my self-centered boyfriend anymore than I have to."

"It's dropped," Stiles answers, "have you seen Baby Hale yet?"

"I went with Allison and Camilla yesterday afternoon. Her name is Francesca by the way," Nolan tells his friend as the walk into the classroom.

"Francesca Grace," Camilla tells Ms. Palmer as the older woman looks at the picture of newborn on Camilla's phone. "She's so cute and soft and cuddly. I love her so much already."

"She is such a cutie pie," Ms. Palmer agrees, "hope her daddy is ready to beat the boys off with a stick because he's got a future heartbreaker on his hands."

Camilla laughs, "Those boys are gonna have to worry about Godmom Camilla too."

Nolan smiles at Camilla who smiles back at him as he and Stiles take a seat toward the back of the room. They watch as more of their classmates enter the room, Jackson and Isaac come strutting in together and when the werewolves spot their respective exes the both go stony and proceed to their seats.

"He's being a little silly," Lydia says, appearing out of nowhere to sit down beside Stiles, "I get that you guys aren't on the best terms right now, but we're all in Scott's pack. Wouldn't kill him to be civil."

Scott walks into the classroom next, talking to a girl named Sarah. The girl quickly tells Scott she'll talk to him later before hurrying over to her seat and as Scott stares back at Stiles he sits down in the front row beside Camilla.

"I'm obsessed with her," Camilla tells the werewolf.

Occupied by his own thoughts Scott raises an eyebrow and asks, "Who now?"

"Francesca? The cutest baby in all of Beacon Hills… maybe even the world?"

"Right, right," Scott smiles crookedly, "she is pretty adorable."

"Alright brother and sisters," Ms. Palmer begins as the bell rings, "who is ready to perform their monologue?"

TEEN WOLF

"He won't even sit with us," Nolan says spitefully as he takes a bite out of a celery stick.

Lydia takes a sip of her water and shrugs, "Well, when he and I broke up he left the country. If Jackson Whittemore is anything, it's a coward."

"I'd say he's a pussy," Camilla interjects. "Honestly, he was intimidated by Nolan and I's relationship – there isn't a single fiber in Nolan's body that is attracted to me, because if there was he would be staring at my boobs ninety-eight percent of the time like the rest of the boys at this school."

"It's the emotional aspect that Jackson is intimidated by," Isaac says suddenly, "for him, if Nolan isn't emotionally invested in him completely he feels out of control. He needs the emotional tether or else he feels like he has nothing. I'm not sure Jackson has ever had anything like that."

"Excuse you," Lydia scoffs as she takes a bite of her ham sandwich.

Stiles sits with his mouth agape, "Damn dude, that was deep."

"What are we talking about?" Scott asks as he sits down with his friends and just as soon as Scott's butt makes contact with the seat, Stiles gets up and walks away.

"Does Stiles have an emotional intimidation?" Lydia asks bitterly.

Isaac shrugs, "I think it's possible."

"So glad he's my best friend," Scott mumbles as he takes a bite of his cheeseburger.

"I shouldn't have to coddle Jackson," Nolan sighs, "I should be able to have deep, meaningful relationships with people other than him. Camilla is my best friend, she and I are going to have a deep connection it just comes with the title – and if he can't accept that well then that's his issue, not mine."

"Well, as your best friend I would just like to say that I think you can do much, much better than Spongebob SquareJaw," Camilla smirks.

"Real mature," Isaac comments sarcastically.

Camilla rolls her eyes as she feels a pang in her chest, "Eat me, Isaac."

"Look at him, talking to Danny. He's probably telling him all about what a scary, damaged dump truck I am," Nolan says angrily.

"I get the feeling that they're just talking," Scott admits as he peels his banana.

Across the crowded lunch room sit Danny and Jackson with a few other members of the lacrosse team. The square jawed Jackson pulls pieces off of his turkey sandwich and tosses them on the table as he listens to all Nolan is saying with his werewolf abilities.

Danny sighs, "He's kind of got a point, Jackson… you do have a tendency to need constant adoration."

"Whose side are you on again?" Jackson asks harshly.

"Yours," Danny reassures him, "but I'm just saying that maybe instead of harboring this hostility you should be looking at the plus side."

"What plus side?"

"The plus side that is this: now you can go out and find someone who will devote themselves to you completely. Clearly what you need Nolan can't provide – and even though the physical connection is there you need something more. You need someone who will consume you like a flame… ya know? Boy or girl, you need somebody to dedicate themselves to you and only you."

Jackson bites his lip, "But Nolan is…"

"He's what?"

"Irresistible."

"Look, Jackson, he's going to Dartmouth next year and you're going to Syracuse to play lacrosse… you would've probably broken up sometime between graduation and move-in day anyway. Now it's done and over with – but you can't just ignore all your friends because of the breakup."

"You're my friend," Jackson reminds the boy, "you're my best friend. Those people… they're just the pack. I'm not so sure they would want anything to do with me if I weren't a werewolf. I don't… I don't know, I just don't need them for the companionship."

"You're a little bit of a dick, you know that right?"

"But I'm your best friend."

Danny rolls his eyes, "Yes, you are my bestie for the restie."

"Nolan picking Camilla over me… that was just stupid," Jackson scoffs, "I'm way better than that Buffy-Wannabe."

"I thought you said Nolan's exact words were 'I'm picking me'? Meaning that he chose himself over you."

"Again, whose side are you on?"

TEEN WOLF

Isaac steadies his bat, his eyes on the pitcher in front of him. With a windup, the pitcher chucks the ball at Isaac, and he tell it's a good pitch… he has to swing.

He twists his torso, his arms swinging the bat with a hard force, and a loud clink sounds, proving that Isaac got a hit. His legs automatically move him towards first base, and he runs through, the ball nowhere near where he is. After a signal from his coach, Isaac stays at first.

"That was great Isaac! Head back to the dugout, Paulson, you're next!" the coach yells out, reading from a clipboard. Isaac nods and struts over to the dugout where other players were messing around until it was their turn to hit.

"Sweet smack, Lahey," a kid named Trey says to Isaac as he steps inside the dugout, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

"I think I've seen better," a voice says from behind a couple guys. Isaac crinkles his eyes in confusion. He knows his hit was good, what jackass was trying to piss him off?

Once a couple of the guys shuffle around, Isaac spots the perpetrator - Isaiah, Camilla's newest interest - Isaac rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, well last I heard you were only an assistant coach, so as long as Mulbrook is happy, your opinion means nothing to me," Isaac chuckles, reaching down into his bag to pull out a bottle of water.

To himself, Isaac thinks, Does Isaiah know about my history with Camilla? Is that why he's being an ass? Or is he really just one of those guys?

"Well, my opinion means something to some people, I think you can guess who I'm talking about," Isaiah smirks, his eyes blazing at Isaac, daring him to bring Camilla up.

Isaac turns his back to him and walks away muttering, "We'll just see about that…"

TEEN WOLF

Isaac sniffs his armpit one last time, making sure his excessive application of deodorant covered up his post-baseball stench. He hadn't had time to go home and shower before visiting hours at the hospital were up.

He looks up and spots Erica and Derek's room just to the right and braces himself.

Right as he walks in the room, he sees Derek sitting in a chair besides Erica's bed, and as he gets farther into the room, he spots Erica. Both werewolves are anticipating his arrival and their faces light up as he emerges.

Derek stands and moves over to Isaac, who offers out a hand in congratulations.

"Isaac, man, thank you for coming," Derek says, shaking his hand and patting the boy on the back.

"Of course, congrats to both of you. Erica, you look hot as ever," he says with a smile.

Rolling her eyes, Erica laughs, "Just be glad you didn't have to see me during delivery… trying to push while trying not to turn into a werewolf took some skills. Thankfully, Derek was there to take some of my pain away."

Derek, already moving back to his seat, grabs Erica's hand and smiles, "Anything for you babe, and out beautiful baby girl."

"Speaking of," Isaac mentions, rocking back and forth on his heels, anxious, "Where is the little princess?"

An odd look passes over Erica's face and her eyes shift over to the corner of the room still blocked by the wall of the hallway into the room. She looks back at Isaac and gives him a tight smile.

"She's over here," she gestures with a small jerk of her thumb towards the corner.

Isaac steps farther into the room as he says, "Oh, is she sleeping or something… I can come back…"

Just then, as the hallways ends, Isaac realizes why Erica was acting funny.

"Oh," he says as his eyes fall upon Camilla, who sits in a chair similar to Derek's, the baby nestled in her arms. "Hi…"

"I can go, if you want, I've been here a while so-"

Interrupting her, Isaac takes a step closer and says, "No, it's fine. Stay, please."

Camilla eyes him, making sure he's being serious. Once she spots the sincerity in his eyes, she relaxes and snuggles the baby even closer.

"You can, um, sit here if you want," Camilla offers, her eyes drifting over to the empty chair next to her. Isaac eyes it reluctantly, but after a moment he sits down.

Camilla turns her attention back to the baby, who is currently dozing off, her tiny eyes shut tight.

Isaac, too, watches the baby, his face softening as he stares at her small face.

"She's beautiful," he says, his voice barely a whisper.

"Isn't she?" Camilla responds, a smile forming on her lips. Derek and Erica pass a look between themselves as they watch the two interact with the baby.

"Do you want to hold her?" Camilla asks, her eyes turning to Isaac. He looks at her, unsure of himself. She gives an encouraging nod and lifts the baby close to him. Before he makes a move, he looks over at Derek and Erica, silently asking for their permission.

"C'mon Isaac, you won't break her," Erica jokes.

Slowly, Camilla stands up and leans over to put the baby in Isaac's arms. The boy tenses as Camilla removes her hands and fully hands over the baby.

"She's so small," he laughs lightheartedly, one of his fingers lightly brushing against her cheek.

With that, the baby makes a cute noise a squirms around in Isaac's arms, her blue eyes opening slowly.

"Hey, pretty girl," Isaac coos as the baby looks up at him. "What was her name?"

Erica and Derek smile at one another, "It's Francesca Grace Hale," Derek replies proudly, squeezing Erica's hand as he speaks.

"It's beautiful," Camilla tells them, "she's beautiful. Just like her mother. How's it feel to be a MILF, Erica?"

"It feels awesome not to have to pee every ten minutes," she replies with a satisfied look on her face.

"And your boobs are huge!" Camilla adds.

"Oh my god, Camilla, seriously?" Erica's face reddens, though she laughs as she scolds her friends.

"Hey, I'm not complaining," Derek waggles his eyebrows nonchalantly.

"Okay, enough talk about my chest, thank you," Erica says with a playful fown, pulling her blanket up under her chin.

"Yeah, actually, we have something else to talk to you guys about…" Derek begins, his eyes meeting with Erica's, who nods.

"Ominous…" Camilla says to keep the mood light.

"Well, Derek and I are nowhere near spiritual, and we know you guys aren't either, but we had already decided to ask you and Isaac to be Francesca's god parents…." Erica says slowly, gesturing with her hands, "We want her to be baptized and make her life as normal as possible… considering she has werewolves for parents and she might be one too… and, well, Isaac, Camilla already said yes when we asked her Sunday, so…"

All eyes are on the boy holding the baby, who gulps loudly.

"I mean I guess so, yeah. I don't see why not, I'd do anything for you guys," he says, stammering under the pressure.

Erica smiles brightly, clapping her hands together, "Perfect!"

A small knock comes from the door and in walks a nurse in lavender scrubs, "Sorry to interrupt, but it's time for mommy and baby to get some sleep. It's been a long day," she says sweetly.

Erica pouts, watching as her two friends stand to leave. Isaac moves over to her bedside and carefully hands over Francesca.

"Goodbye sweet angel," Camilla says softly as she caresses Francesca's face one last time.

"Thank you guys for coming, it means a lot," Erica tells them as she stares into her baby's eyes.

"Anything for my favorite MILF," Camilla shrugs. "See you guys soon."

Everyone says their goodbyes and the nurse ushers Camilla and Isaac out the door. Both stand in the hallway awkwardly, unsure of what to do or say next. With no real signal, they both start walking slowly, heading towards the elevator.

"That baby is pretty damn cute," Camilla says, speaking first.

"Well, look at their parents," Isaac chuckles, looking down at the floor.

Camilla opens her mouth to speak again, when a conversation captures her attention.

"…The autopsy said the Daribon girl wasn't raped, but still, I'm surprised she wasn't. Any human being capable of being so cruel to another human being is disgusting. Completely disgusting. That poor girl, it was her prom night too."

The interns speaking quickly brush past Camilla and Isaac, making their rounds. Camilla's arm shoots out and stops Isaac in his tracks.

"Did you hear that?" she whispers loudly. Isaac nods, his eyes wide. "Daribon… That's Roxy's last name… and they talked about prom night? What the hell happened?" Camilla thinks out loud, her mind racing. Quickly she pulls out her phone and looks for any recent news. Her eyes scan the phone and widen.

"Oh my God, Isaac. This article says a teenage girl's body was found late Sunday afternoon… This was posted this morning… Do you think it's… Roxy?"

TEEN WOLF

Lydia lies on Stiles' bed reading her AP Psychology textbook absently as Stiles drones on about the ongoing issues he is having with his father and Scott. Flipping a red curl over her shoulder Lydia finally looks up from the section on sleep disorders and smiles softly.

"Did you ever think that maybe you should just accept that your dad is dating Melissa?" she asks, cutting Stiles' objection off by saying, "I know that she isn't your mother, but nobody is saying that she has to take your mom's place. And if your dad is happy, isn't that what really matters?"

Stiles sighs, "He's forgetting about her."

"Stiles…"

"He is, Lydia. With every step he takes towards this new life with Melissa the further away he gets from my mom. He already resigned from Sheriff seat and now he's moved in with the McCalls… I bet he calls Scott 'Scotty Boy' or "The Son I Wish I Had.'"

Lydia rolls her eyes, "You're being ridiculous and you know perfectly well that you could settle all of this by just talking to him. And to Scott too. I'm sure they both miss you."

Stiles bites his lip, considering what his girlfriend is suggesting when a wicked idea slips into his head, "You know what would really help me deal with all of this?"

"What's that?"

The boy leans in and kisses the girl. As Lydia lays down on the bed, Stiles rolls on top of her and the kissing turned into a full on makeout. Lydia's hands are tugging at Stiles' shirt, trying hard to get it off until Stiles sits up slightly and removes the shirt himself and watches intently as Lydia unbuttons her shirt to reveal her rose pink bra.

Lydia stares into Stiles' beautiful brown eyes and feels her heart flutter as she thinks about how much she loves him. He's the only boy who has ever known her, the real her. He's the only boy who she didn't have to change herself for. Stiles understood her in a way she knew nobody else did.

Leaning up Lydia reconnects their lips as a moan escapes hers as Stiles grinds into her. The girl grips Stiles' back with her nails as he begins to kiss down her neck, his hands disappear from either side of her face and she feels them now under her skirt, tugging on her matching rose pink panties. In a second the undergarments fly to the floor and Lydia is clawing at Stiles' jeans – when Stiles finally assists her and she hears the pants hit the floor she shuts her eyes.

This is it.

"I love you," Stiles moans as he nibbles on her earlobe.

"I love you too," Lydia gasps as she hooks her fingers into Stiles' boxer briefs.

"Oh my god!" a deep, familiar voice shouts.

"Dad!" Stiles screams, yanking himself off Lydia to cover the two of them in his old blue comforter, "
What, uh, w-what are you… I mean I thought that you were, um, well, I mean, I didn't think that you would, uh – what are you doin' here?"

The older Stilinski was frozen at the doorframe, his eyes glued to a poster on Stiles' wall that read 'SPITE' in the Sprite soda font, "I just came over to talk to you… wanted to see if maybe we could, ya know, uh, talk."

Stiles, red faced and glistening with a light covering of sweat nods, "Okay, okay, yeah, okay, um… can I have a minute – Lydia and I were…"

"Stop talking," Lydia commands, red faced as well.

"You two were just…" Stiles' dad begins.

"Studying," Lydia lies, knowing that it is pointless, "we were just studying."

Stiles nods, an embarrassed smirk spreading across his face, "Yeah, studying. So if you could give us a second to, uh, put everything away… I'll meet you down in the kitchen."

"Great idea. Greatest idea I've heard in a long time," Stilinski says with a smile, "I'll meet you down there."

"Meet ya down there," Stiles agrees as he watches intently as his father shuts his bedroom door. As a definite click announces that the door is firmly shut Stiles looks over to Lydia and smiles, "So… wanna finish up?"

Lydia smiles and grabs a pillow, smacking Stiles with it, "I hate you," she laughs.

"Hate you too," Stiles laughs back.

TEEN WOLF

Nolan sits in his car, his hands gripping the steering wheel for what feels like eternity. His mind is racing as he thinks about Roxy… how could anyone have killed her? Innocent, fun-loving Roxy Daribon. Who could have been so heartless?

The boy blinks away the sting of tears he feels as he open his car door and steps into the night. From where he stands now he can see a light is on in the kitchen. The kitchen where my mother killed herself, the boy thinks as he shuts the door to his vehicle and heads toward the house, taking everything in – the sound of his shoes on the pavement, the crickets chirping, the cool breeze rustling the trees, even the dog barking down the street.

Nolan hurries up the front porch steps and slips his key into the slot and walks into his home, not bothering to lock the door behind him. Kicking off his shoes the boy lets out a hefty sigh and walks through the dining room and then into the kitchen.

He stops moving when he sees a large man standing in front of the fridge. Nolan's breathing is hitched as he asks, "Who the hell are you?"

The man turns around and smiles at him and for a sliver of a second Nolan thinks he sees Derek. However the man in front of him is certainly not Derek Hale and as he smirks at Nolan the boy feels a sickening feeling wash over him.

"Nolan," Annalise says, coming up behind her little brother, "what are you doing home? I thought you were studying at the library."

"I was… until I caught wind that my study buddy was murdered," Nolan replies. "Care to tell me who this brick wall of a man is before I follow my gut and dial 9-1-1?"

"This is Spencer Seeley," Annalise tells him, "we met a few months ago… and we've been dating."

"Dating?" Nolan questions as he turns around to face Annalise, "You're dating this meathead?"

"This meathead can hear you," the man says, his voice startling Nolan, "when Annalise told me about you she certainly wasn't kidding when she said you were a bit of a piss-ant."

"You called me a piss-ant?"

"Wait, your study buddy was murdered?" Annalise asks, coming back to her brother's previous statement, "That wouldn't be Roxy Daribon would it?"

"Yeah… how do you know that?" Nolan wonders.

Annalise's eyebrows go up as she says, "It's been all over the news tonight. Apparently her murder matches Marin Morell's from back in September and both of those deaths match ones from some murders in Portland last year."

"Do they suspect the same killer?" Spencer asks, as he reaches out and takes two wine glasses from Annalise that Nolan hadn't realized she had been holding.

"It sounds like it," Annalise says as she follows her apparent boyfriend back into the kitchen. Nolan watches hesitantly as Spencer pours a bottle of Merlot into the glasses.

"Care for a glass?" he asks Nolan seductively.

Nolan raises an eyebrow, "I'm underage."

"According to your sister that doesn't stop you from downing tequila shots," Spencer jokes.

"Sounds like my sister needs to learn to shut up."

Annalise glares at her brother as she takes a sip of her wine, after which she slowly says, "I'm sorry about Roxy."

"Thanks, and Annalise do me a favor – next time you bring a boy toy home to play with, let me know so I can make sure that I don't come home," Nolan says before he turns on his heel and exits the kitchen heading back out to the foyer. The boy is quick to pull on his shoes and looks up just as his sister comes walking toward him.

"Where are you going?" She asks, "Over to Jackson's?"

"Jackson and I are over," he replies as he grabs his keys, "sorry I was so rude to Spencer. If he comes back around I'll be sure to put on my good little brother façade."

TEEN WOLF

Scott walks up the steps of Ron Argent's house and knocks on the solid oak door. As he stands outside waiting for Camilla his mind wanders over the topic he was here to discuss: Allison and Violet. As strongly as he felt for his current girlfriend, he couldn't shake the feeling that Allison might very well be the one.

The front door swing open then and on the other side stands Allison. The girl smiles at him before she asks, "Scott… what are you doing here?"

"I was, uh, looking for Camilla. I wanted to talk to her," the alpha replies, "is she here?"

Allison shakes her head, "No, she went to go spend more time with Erica and the baby. I never really pegged Camilla for the baby-loving type, but here she goes… surprising me. Guess I missed some development while I was…. Well you know."

Scott winces as he think back to when Allison died and the lengths he had to go through to get her back. His previous mantra of do not kill had gone out the window, but it had been for Allison and she was the love of his life.

She still is, a voice in Scott's head told him. Scott tried his hardest to swat those thoughts from his mind.

"Did you want to come in?" Allison asks, pulling Scott from his mind, "I know I'm no Camilla, but I might be able to help… if you wanted to talk to me."

Scott feels flustered as he says, "Okay, yeah – yeah, okay."

"Don't sound so enthusiastic, Scott."

The dark haired hunter steps out of the way, allowing Scott to come into Ron, Susan, and Camilla's home. From the looks of things the house is empty leading Scott to ask where Ron and Susan are.

"Oh, Ron went out with one of his buddies from work to see a movie… I think they were seeing The Avengers," Allison laughs, "Uncle Ron was always a big fan of the Hulk – my dad told me once that in high school all the guys on the football team actually called Ron 'Hulk.'"

Scott chuckles, "That sounds like Ron, actually, and Susan?"

"She's in the kitchen making dinner," Allison replies coolly.

Allison is quick to take a seat on the cream colored sofa once the two had made their way to the living room. The girl watches as Scott hesitantly follows suit.

So far the interaction was awkward. Unnecessarily awkward. Allison wonders why Scott was treating her like a stranger, like she was the last person Scott wanted to talk to. Because you are, she tells herself, He came looking for Camilla and you were the only one here. She shakes her head and smiles at Scott before she begins speaking.

"So, are you here about Stiles?"

Scott looks at her confusedly, "Stiles?... Oh, you mean because he's not speaking to me?"

"Yes," Allison replies, "or is that not what you're here for?"

I'm here to talk about how I'm still in love with you actually, Scott thinks while he says, "No. I mean yes, yeah. Stiles and I are having problems and I don't like it. We're going to college in the fall and I don't want to do that when me and my best friend are on the outs."

"Well," Allison smiles, "lets figure out how you can fix things."

TEEN WOLF

Camilla and Isaac's feet slap against the pavement as they make their way to their vehicles in the hospital parking lot.

"I still can't believe it was Roxy…" Camilla says solemnly.

"We don't know that it was," Isaac tries to reassure her, even though his heart didn't believe what he was trying to convince Camilla of.

"We just saw her is what's cray, God only knows who or what did it this time. Witches, goblins, maybe even – SHIT!"

Isaac stops walking suddenly, Camilla's yell taking him by surprise.

"What? What is it? Are you okay?" he asks, concern filling his face as he places a hand on Camilla's arm.

Camilla sighs angrily and points at her car which was about ten feet away, "My tire. It's flat. You've got to be kidding me."

Realizing the issue, Isaac's werewolf heart slows down and he takes his hand off the brunette's arm, though the feeling of her soft skin is still on his fingertips.

The two make their way closer to the car to inspect the tire.

"Great," Camilla says, bending down to examine the tire. "I don't even have a spare." Her hands fly over the surface of the tire to feel for anything out of the ordinary. Isaac watches as she bends lower and lower her hand trailing towards the bottom of the tire. He focuses hard on keeping his eyes on the tire, not on her body.

"Ouch," she yelps suddenly, pulling her hand back and snapping into an upright position, "What the hell?"

Isaac moves a step closer to look at the hand that Camilla was cradling. He could see bright red blood running down.

"What happened?" he asks, bewildered.

"I think there's a chunk of glass in my tire or something, I don't know, but it cut me. I didn't see it," she inhales sharply at the pain. "It doesn't make sense. I would've known if I ran over glass. Someone must have put this in here.

Angrily, she looks around as though the perpetrator was still lurking in the shadows.

"Camilla, I don't think anyone purposely did this to you, it was probably just an accident. I've seen how you are when you get caught up in a song while driving."

Camilla glares at him, her lips pouting.

"Here, I've got a t-shirt in my car to wrap your hand with, okay?" he offers, gesturing towards his own car which was on the opposite side of the lot.

"I can just… call my dad, and he'll come get me and–"

"Don't be silly, c'mon, it's no big deal. You just need to stop the bleeding, then I can drive you home and you can get your dad to help you out after that, okay?" he offers, a look of kindness on his face.

Camilla contemplates her options as some of her blood drips onto the concrete.

"Fine," she agrees, still clutching her hand to herself, her red shirt getting redder.

The two begin walking, but as Isaac keeps watching Camilla's bleeding hand, he stops, and within a second, his shirt is off and he holds it out to her.

"Isaac, what are you doing?" she asks, bringing her hands up as id to shield herself from the view.

"You should stop the bleeding sooner than later…" he reveals, still offering up the shirt. "Really, Camilla. Like I've said, I have another shirt in the car so you don't have to worry about my six pack distracting you."

Camilla rolls her eyes at his attempt at a joke, "Fine, whatever."

She reaches out to grab the shirt but he pulls it away, saying, "No, let me do it. It'll be easier."

Reluctantly, Camilla holds out her bleeding hand and allows Isaac to wind the shirt around the wound. Camilla's eyes drift up his bare torso, finally resting on his face, which was contorted with concentration at the moment.

Suddenly, he finishes and looks up into her eyes, his hands still on her wounded one. As if frozen in time, the two just look at each other, the memories flowing, seeming to all come back to them. A car alarm beings them back into the real world, and both pairs of eyes look away quickly, Isaac's hands dropping Camilla's.

They begin walking again, this time more awkwardly as the sun fully disappears in the distance.

"You know," Camilla starts, "I probably could have just gone into the emergency room really quickly instead of you having to look like a tool walking around the parking lot with no shirt on."

Isaac chuckles, "Well then you would've had to wait in line behind babies with ear infections

and I know you, Camilla, and you would've rather died than doing that. Plus, giving you my t-shirt is a lot less expensive than an ER bill."

Smiling ever so slightly, she responds, "I guess you're right."The rest of their walk is silent except for the sound of their footsteps as they reach Isaac's car.

Once inside, Isaac quickly pulls on a shirt, much to Camilla's relief as well as her dismay. She rests her head against the cool glass of the window and closes her eyes.

"You okay?" Isaac asks as he pulls out of the parking lot, his eyes drifting from the road to Camilla and back. "You didn't lose a lot of blood, right?"

Camilla sighs deeply, and says, "No, I'm just… I don't know…"

Isaac doesn't answer, feeling the same way as she does. The two sit in silence for the short car ride, Isaac's eyes occasionally drifting over to Camilla.

The car eventually comes to a stop in front of the girl's house and Camilla sits up in her seat.

"I don't know if I can get the blood out of this shirt or not but I—"

Isaac brushes her off with the wave of his hand, "Don't worry about it."

Camilla nods, looking down at her hands in her lap.

"I do still have some of your stuff though…" she says slowly, not bothering to look up at him.

"Yeah, I know. I've got some of yours, too."

Nodding, she finally meets his eyes with her own sad ones.

"Well, if you want, you can come in and get it all… Better late than never, right?" she asks, hopeful.

Isaac thinks about the offer and shuts of the engine.

"Yeah, yeah, I will."

The two look at each other, not knowing what to say, not knowing what any of this means.

TEEN WOLF

"I feel like a creeper, going into Camilla's room without her here…" Scott says as he and Allison step into the bedroom. His eyes roam the familiar walls, having been in the room a handful of times.

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure she'll be at the hospital for a while," Allison reassures him.

"It sure looks different in here," he mentions, sitting down at the girl's desk continuing to look around.

Allison nods slowly, looking at the bare walls herself, "Yeah, ever since she and Isaac broke up, she took down all their pictures and their memories together and then whatever she had left she got rid of too. I don't know, I think him breaking up with her changed her a lot. She doesn't really care about anything anymore. Not like she's depressed or anything, but it's sort of like a light went out."

Scott frowns at the realization. He hadn't really been paying much attention, but looking back, Camilla wasn't really herself. She was there, but the life she usually brought about wasn't half as strong.

"But anyways, I think she'll be fine once she goes off to college. She needs to get out of this town…" she says sadly. "We all do…" she adds softly.

Absent-mindedly, Scott opens one of Camilla's desk drawers. Inside, he spots a bunch of opened envelopes, all of them worn and old. Camilla's name was written in cursive on the front of all of them.

"What are these?" Scott asks curiously, grabbing a couple envelopes and holding the out for Allison to see. She walks towards him and smiles lightly.

"They're from Camilla's mom. She had this thing about writing letters to Camilla every night. She would spend, like, an hour talking about what it was like raising her and how much love she had for her and everything. But once she started getting sick the letters slowed down and weren't as detailed. Camilla likes to re-read them a lot, that's why they're so worn. She doesn't know this, but her mom actually wrote her letters for special days… Like graduation, the day she gets married… Ron keeps them in the safe, and I overheard him and Susan talking about them one night. It's really sweet…"

Scott smiles sadly as he watches Allison replace the letters in the drawer.

"It almost makes me wish my parents would've died of cancer instead of how they did…"

Scott looks over at Allison sadly, "Hey, don't say that."

Allison blushes guiltily and meets Scott eyes, "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that I—"

"I understand," he says softly, with a sad smile. Suddenly, he reaches out his hand to brush away an eyelash from Allison's cheek. Once he brushes it off, his fingers linger on her soft skin, their eyes locked.

Without warning, the door bursts open and in walk Isaac and Camilla. Scott's hand shoots away from Allison's face and the two inch apart, as do Isaac and Camilla.

"We were just, uh…" Scott stammers.

"I was here to…" Isaac mutters at the same time.

Camilla chuckles awkwardly, "Um…"

Not knowing what to say, the four teens stare at each other. Suddenly, Susan steps up behind Camilla and Isaac, peeking into the room.

"Oh my, a full house tonight!" she cheers. "Who's staying for dinner?"

TEEN WOLF