Hey guys, sorry for not posting in a long while but the new document saving system on this site is shit and it wouldn't let me upload any new chapters, urrrghh!... But I finally figured it out (thank the lord)! Also, I wrote up to chapter 42 while I was away (currently writing chapter 43) so I'll be posting all the new chapters I couldn't post before in the next few days! Cheers, enjoy, let me know what ya think!

Stiles stood in front of his whiteboard still feeling just as bad as he did the other night.

It was early into the afternoon of the next day and things had overall settled down but, not without some damages. When Stiles had finally received a text message from Scott giving him the okay to leave the den, Stiles' spirits had only lifted enough for him to get up off the ground where he thought he had been sitting at for years. He took Sam back to Allison's and ended up not saying a single word to her the whole ride over. When he'd safely reached his own home, he further conversed with Scott on the phone and found out that for the most part, their plan had gone down just as they'd hoped it would. A brawl did breakout though and Jackson did end up fighting alongside Scott and Allison but even despite that only a few minor injuries had resulted, most of which the werewolves could heal from.

Scott had also told Stiles that the fight between their pack and Derek's had ended up taking place at the school so as a result several hallways and classrooms were left in shambles. Apparently, many things from ceilings to even doors were broken down and sprawled out in various areas leaving Beacon Hills high school looking like a tornado or a wild animal had somehow come through. Scott and his friends didn't really worry about it though, they were assuming that Sheriff Stilinski's unit would probably consider the structural damages as a result of the 'bomb' that Stiles had anonymously left his dad's office phone a warning about as part of their plan.

And so, with all that had happened yesterday, a public announcement was sent out early the next morning notifying all students and faculty that school was going to be cancelled until further notice due to obvious safety reasons. So, that's why Stiles was at home. He didn't really deny the fact that he was moping around because at least he was still keeping busy, trying to pick up where Sam had left off with the bodies.

Stiles played with the green marker he had in hands as he found himself blankly staring at the photocopied sheets of the werewolf and hunter's bodies that he'd taped up to his board. When his brain wasn't coming up with anything he shifted his attention to the left where he'd written 'Lydia' and 'Wax', a line connecting the two words. He continued to stare again and when nothing was still being formulated in his head he placed the marker in his mouth and stepped back to look at everything.

As a whole, his board had everything to do with Sam. Allison was also easily a target in this whole matter too but Sam was the main problem at hand, and he hated it. He also hated how much she kept on creeping into his mind no matter how much he was trying to suppress any thoughts of her. He still currently couldn't shake off the feeling of resentment and sadness he felt towards her. Stiles detested how all this was so much more worse because he'd allowed what she said last night to get to him when he knew that it wasn't the real Sam talking when she said some of the certain things she did… At least he thought it wasn't the real Sam.

Stiles thought back to when she basically had said that she didn't love him. To Stiles, her statement was kind of a pretty big deal and to her it almost was as if she was informing him on something as fickle as her no longer liking vanilla ice cream. The boy groaned as he caught himself rewinding last night's events in his head. He took the marker out of his mouth and walked over to his bed, collapsing right onto the mattress. Maybe I should just sleep for the rest of the day, he thought as he lay on his stomach. Things could sort themselves out on their own for tomorrow right? Stiles almost laughed at how hopelessly optimistic that thought sounded because he knew that that was never going to be the case.

Just then, the doorbell rang interrupting Stiles' continuous string of pitiful thoughts. He looked over at the alarm clock on his bedside table and grew confused. He knew Scott was going to be swinging by today, but based off of his best friend's text messages that morning he was going to be coming in around an hour or two. Stiles quickly asked himself why he was even questioning Scott's arrival at this point, he should just be grateful that his friend had come earlier than expected because now he'd have a way easier time distracting himself from, well everything.

Stiles sluggishly got off his bed and made his way downstairs. When he finally made it to the first floor of his house he opened up his front door to greet Scott except… Scott wasn't there. Stiles looked down the walkway by his front lawn to find a girl walking in the opposite direction from his house. She was nervously rubbing the back of her neck and briskly walking off towards the sidewalk. "Sam?"

The girl immediately stopped in her tracks and turned around at the sound of her name. She was met with a confused and unsure look on the boy's face as he continued to stand in the doorway of his open home. "Crap" she muttered to herself and walked back towards him.

Stiles watched her as the distance between the two of them became shorter and shorter. When she was finally standing outside his door, Stiles couldn't really bring himself to say anything to her so Sam spoke instead. "Can I come in?" she asked.

The boy again didn't really know what to say to her so he slowly shifted out of the way as a gesture to allow her in.

She came inside and asked another question as she followed Stiles. "Is your dad home?"

"No, he's at work" he replied and continued walking, his back towards her.

"Okay, that's good… because I need to talk to you about… stuff."

"Stuff?" he asked, not sure if he should even consider talking to her.

"Yeah. Werewolf stuff… Me stuff" she replied.

Stiles could feel the uneasiness rolling off her when she spoke but he quickly ignored it. After a few more paces the two found themselves in the kitchen, Stiles having subconsciously led them there in order to allow himself to buy some time so he could figure out what he was going to do or say to Sam now that she was inside his house. Stiles finally turned around and when he did Sam made sure to keep some distance between the two of them.

Stiles looked down at her and saw that the bandages along with the stitches on her collarbone were gone. Bright pink scarring was all that was left running along her skin where the life-threatening wounds she'd previously had once were. Deaton must've taken them off for her earlier today, Stiles assumed.

"Alright I'll try to make this quick 'cause I know you hate me so-"

"I don't hate you. You hate me remember" Stiles sternly stated.

Sam's face scrunched. "I didn't really say that did I?"

"Not in those exact words but it was close enough" Stiles frowned.

Sam gulped. "Oh, I don't really remember much. But anyways, I thought about some of the things you said yesterday and… I don't think that you were wrong." Stiles raised his eyebrows but she got the feeling that he wasn't that surprised by her statement so she kept on talking. "I would have come earlier to talk but your dad's station gave my mom the okay for us to move back into our house so I helped bring some stuff over and then I came straight here."

Sam waited for a response from Stiles. "Okay…?" he replied, confused as to where she was going with her speech.

"Allison's wrist was sprained yesterday when I saw her after the fight. Oh yeah, she told me about the plan that you and Scott made and about everything that happened last night… I know I didn't do it but I'm indirectly the cause of it right? Al's wrist I mean. And no I'm not blaming all of this on me but... Oh and Jackson helping you guys, that's seemed kinda weird but I guess it could be possible that he has a heart-"

Stiles found himself having a hard time following what Sam was saying. Her thought pattern and everything that she was trying to convey to him was all very scattered. But, even with Sam continuing to still act off, Stiles was noticing that something was different about her. She was still rambling on, this time speaking about something else that Allison had told her, though Stiles chose to only listen to half of what she was saying. He looked at her, really looked at her and saw that even besides her healing scars, she did look different. Her eyes weren't angry towards him anymore and her lips weren't in a permanent pout like they had been for the last couple of days. Her whole demeanor was different too, she didn't look as hostile or intimidating like he had been used to. He'd also noticed that the way she spoke wasn't as exasperated or annoyed or just straight up pissed off anymore.

As the boy continued to stare at her as if he was in some sort of trance, he saw her fingers reach for a random curl by her shoulders to play with a strand of her hair as she nervously spoke to him. Just like that, a light bulb went off in his head as he came to a realization. Sam was healing. She had to be. That was the only thing that made sense judging from what Stiles could gather from the fact that she had even made the effort to come see him and talk all the way to how she was tip-toeing around anything having to do with how she felt about any topic. The little quirk she had, playing with random strands of her hair, was a bonus. All in all, Stiles knew Sam was still lacking in a lot of aspects of what made her her, but he couldn't deny that he was seeing little spurts of the old Sam reappearing here and there as she continued to talk.

With that, Stiles assumed her road to recovery was still going to be a little shaky judging from whatever the hell she was now talking about so he took a guess as to what he sensed she was doing. "Sam are you trying to apologize?"

Sam immediately stopped talking and allowed a sigh of relief to escape her lips, nodding. She waited again for a response from him.

Stiles played with the green marker he still had in his hands, allowing a small smile to grow across his face as he endearingly looked at her.

"What?" she slowly replied, this time she was confused.

He shook his head as if to say 'nothing.' "You know you could have just said 'sorry', or at least started off your whole spiel that way instead of reciting to me a page out of your journal."

"Well sorry but I'm kind of getting used to the whole how to emote thing. I barely even knew where I was going with what I was saying earlier. Apparently being a wolfsbane-juiced robot also means that your thoughts aren't connected properly to speech either" she stammered. "And I don't have a journal."

Stiles smiled and made a mental note to cut down on the jokes he was used to making around her, at least until after she was able to understand them better. He lightly threw the marker in his hands onto his kitchen table and reached over, grabbing Sam into a hug. He knew the girl he loved wasn't all there yet but he was glad that she making the effort to become her again.

"You're suppose to hug me back Sammy" he chuckled once he'd realized that Sam was just standing there.

"I know. I'm just surprised you hugged me" she replied and then quickly wrapped her arms around him.

"I missed you" he suddenly said against her hair.

He felt her nod. "Me too. I mean, I missed you too… well, and I guess I missed myself since I don't really remember anything that happened in the last few days."

Stiles finally let go of her and gave her a concerned look. "Really? You don't remember anything at all?"

"I remember some things. I remember everything pretty well up until that night at the vet clinic. But everything past that is kind of foggy. Like I can recall being at school, or at the car wash we held for spirit week but if you asked me if I can remember specific stuff that happened, that's a no."

"It's okay. I think the fact that you could even recall some of those things is still really good" Stiles replied. "Deaton said that returning back to normal was still going to be a process even after your cuts healed."

Sam pursed her lips and shrugged.

"Don't worry about it though. We are gunna celebrate!" Stiles exclaimed and took the girl's hand in his. He began leading her too his fridge.

Sam's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Why are we celebrating?"

"Well, cause you're back, or at least some of you is" he beamed. Stiles let go of her hand to open up his refrigerator and peer inside. "Alright let's see if I still have some snacks in here or if I'm a horrible person and forgot to do groceries again."

"You're not horrible Stiles" she quickly assured him.

He turned around. "It was figure of speech" Stiles said. Sam's face grew a little confused as Stiles realized that he'd made another joke. "Never mind, don't worry about it. I'm not horrible" he stated and turned back around to continue digging through his fridge.

"…Okay" she said and ignored what he'd said.

Looks like I'm a horrible person, Stiles thought this time as he got up. "Let's see if I have anything over there" Stiles said, referring to his cupboards.

Sam followed close behind the wandering boy as he made his way over to the other side of the kitchen. She watched him open and close various cabinet doors for a few seconds until finally he let out an "Aha!"

Stiles dramatically held up a box of microwavable popcorn as if he had found a winning lottery ticket. Sam laughed. "I was going to watch a movie later anyways" he said and turned towards his microwave. "Sam do you mind getting a bowl out?" he asked as he began to open up the red box in his hands.

"Sure" she said. Sam started off mimicking Stiles' previous action by opening and closing all the cupboard doors to check if she could find what she was looking for inside. After looking through almost all the cabinets she took a step back with her hands on her hips as she let out a huff. She couldn't find any bowls. Her eyes trailed up realizing that she hadn't checked the top few shelves way above her. She glanced over at Stiles and saw that he was still trying to get the box open so she decided against asking him for help. She was going to do this on her own. Stiles had claimed that she was mostly back after all so of course she could fulfill this simple task, she thought to herself.

Sam turned around and walked over to the table a few feet away. She grabbed one of the wooden chairs and brought it over to where she was originally standing before to use it as a boost. She climbed up and was able to open the cabinet door that was still a few inches above her head. After standing on her tippy-toes she peered in and finally saw that her target was placed all the way at the far back of the storage unit. Stiles then suddenly started to speak, his back still against her.

"Just so you know Sam, I'm proud of you" he said while finally managing to get one of the flaps of the popcorn box pried open.

"Thanks" she said, her eyes not leaving the green bowl. "Stiles?"

"You really surprised me" he began, not catching that she'd called his name. "I initially thought that what I said last night might've just been selfish of me but I'm glad you took ownership of all this and are trying to fight the control the wolfsbane has on you."

"Yeah, umm Stiles?"

"I know that it's going to feel difficult at times but you got to remember that you have to keep going."

"Stiles?!" she called a little louder.

"And you're doing really good with the whole emoting thing by the way-"

"Babe!" she finally exclaimed.

Stiles flinched almost dropping the box out of his hands when she called for him. He turned around to find Sam not only trying to balance on his kitchen chair but also on his countertop as well.

"A little help" she trembled.

Stiles blinked and continued to stand frozen by the microwave. "You-you called me babe" he said still astonished.

"I had to get your attention somehow" she stated. "Do you not want me calling you that?" Sam suddenly asked getting worried that she'd made a mistake.

"No, it's just… different. You've never called me that before" Stiles replied as he became giddy with his new pet name. "I like it though… Babe" he said returning the favour.

"Okay, but can you help me now?" she asked with a laugh.

"Right, yeah, sorry" he said and came over to help her down. Once Sam had the floor below her feet again, Stiles merely stretched and quickly retrieved the green bowl from the back of the cabinet shelf. After placing it down on the table he finally ripped out a bag of popcorn from the box he was previously struggling to open and placed the item into the microwave and clicked start.

Sam silently watched him until she saw that Stiles' lips were firmly being pressed together as he was trying his hardest not to laugh.

"What? What now?" she asked suspicious.

Stiles weighed whether or not he should say what he was thinking out loud. Screw it, he thought. Sam was going to have to be able to recognize his humor again one way or another. "It's nothing… It's just that this" he said holding the bowl up, "Wasn't even that high up."

Sam's eyes glinted. "We needed the bowl and we retrieved it. Mission accomplished."

"We?" he teased her. "Don't you mean I retrieved it?"

"I would have been able to get it if wasn't pushed back that far" she remarked.

"Maybe but probably still at the cost of dangling off the cupboards again" he laughed.

Sam didn't get why he was scrutinizing her. She hadn't done anything wrong. She scanned Stiles' face but he didn't look abrasive at all, instead he wore a playful expression. Sam decided to try and match what he was doing. "Well not all of us are nine feet tall Stilinski."

"Alright, whatever shortstop" he smirked.

Sam finally understood that he was teasing her. "At least I'm not a Sasquatch."

"At least I'm not the size of a fairy" he shot back.

"Well… at least I'm not mean" she retorted and stuck out her tongue.

Stiles laughed at the cute yet childish act. He was glad that she was finally getting the hang of something as complex as his jokes.

The girl watched as Stiles continued to laugh at what she'd done. Sam couldn't help but smile as she admired the laughing boy and all that he was as a whole. She didn't know where it came from but Sam was suddenly overwhelmed by a warm fuzzy feeling she felt inside her heart. Not really knowing what to do with the emotion, she went with listening to her instincts and as she did, she abruptly walked right up to Stiles and kissed him.

Stiles immediately stopped chuckling and closed his eyes as the girl pressed her lips to his.

It had only been a few moments when Sam unexpectedly ripped herself off of him. "S-sorry!" she stuttered while quickly moving back. "That was way too forward. I don't even know where that came from."

Stiles' eyes slanted as he gave her a look indicating that what she'd done was not at all something he disliked or wrong. Instead of explaining it to her in words though, Stiles decided that he was going to do it with actions. And so this time, Stiles walked up to Sam, cupped her face in his hands to bring her closer towards him, and kissed her instead.

Overly shocked at the fact that Stiles was equally reciprocating how she felt, Sam let him lead. Stiles put everything he had into the action realizing that he hadn't kissed her in a very long time. He'd forgotten how much he liked receiving physical affection from Sam too.

As she continued on kissing him, Sam wrapped her hands around Stiles' neck while Stiles' hands wandered their way down her back like they always did whenever they made out. Sam parted her lips from the boy's for a split second, almost forgetting that air was a necessity, but very soon after that she made sure to bring her lips to his again. She had a feeling that she hadn't kissed him very much when the 'other Sam' had taken over so she wanted to repay Stiles in anyway that she could for now. Plus, she couldn't deny how good his lips felt against hers either.

And although the fabric of her clothes were sometimes lying in between her and Stiles hands, Sam swore she could feel a tingling sensation with every touch Stiles' fingers made whenever they came in contact with her body. With that, Sam could easily feel Stiles' hands trailing further and further down her back, then her waist, until eventually he reached the small of her back. The gesture wasn't anything she wasn't used to from him until she realized that his travelling hands were not stopping there. Sam smirked into the kiss when she felt Stiles' hands graze her butt but she then quickly became confused when he gripped the back of her thighs. Before she realized what was going on, Sam felt herself being lifted off the ground only to be placed onto the kitchen counter.

Surprised again by yet another action from Stiles, Sam softly pulled herself away from the boy and opened her eyes to find a sly grin plastered across his face. A brief moment passed and Sam smirked. She pulled him back towards her and reconnected her lips to his much more easily now that she was at his height. She wrapped her legs around his waist and a shit-eating grin formed on Stiles' lips. "Someone's glad I'm back" Sam teased after a while, her lips lingering over his now.

"Shut up Sam" he muttered back, his cheeks slowly beginning to burn red. He dove back in and kissed her yet again. He really couldn't help himself at this point, he'd just really missed her. Any chance of his Sam coming back was not something he was going to give up.

"Alright, I got the special edition Star Wars Blue-ray boxset! Just like you asked-" Scott exclaimed as he suddenly entered through the doorway. He instantly froze when he saw what he'd just walked into.

Stiles disengaged himself from Sam and quickly reacted similarly to the way Scott had. He remained frozen in place. Stiles had completely forgotten that Scott had keys to his house. Sam merely moved a few inches away from the boy, her hands and legs still around him, confused at what was going on. If all of Sam really had been there, then her face would have immediately turned pink from embarrassment. Instead though, her face resembled something between annoyance and slightly surprised.

"Oh… uhhh I can back another time" Scott quickly stated. He couldn't seem to get the small grin he was now wearing off his face. "Do you want me leave?"

"Yes" Sam said with a naive smile while Stiles opposed with a "No."

Stiles detangled himself from the girl and sped over to stand beside his best friend. "Scott told me he was going to be coming over to watch some movies" Stiles said to her. "You can still stay though! But Scott should stay too, right?"

Sam instantly wanted to say no, and she almost immediately did. She didn't want to stop what her and Stiles were previously doing before Scott intruded but something else was telling her not to follow her instincts this time and say how she really felt. A conflicted expression flashed across her face.

Scott looked at her interested as to what she was going to reply with.

Stiles could almost see her working out all the variables of the decision in her head. Feeling a little bad that she was being forced to come up with an answer, Stiles slowly nodded towards her, prompting the girl as to what her answer should be leaning more towards.

She eventually caught on. "…Scott can… stay" she finally replied.

Her boyfriend gave her a proud smile in which Sam returned back, proud of herself too. She hopped off the counter and walked past the boys to the living room, her face still beaming.

"So Sam's back" Scott stated, turning towards his friend.

"Mostly" Stiles replied. "Her emotions are still a little off balance."

"She still went through some good progress though right?"

"Really good progress" Stiles agreed.

"Almost just as good as the kissing?" Scott asked smirking.

Stiles squinted at the boy at his attempt of jokingly taunting him. "Oh shut up Scott."

"What's taking you guys so long?" Sam asked from the other room.

"Sorry" Scott called back as he turned to go meet her in the living room.

"I'll be right there" Stiles added before feeling a buzz in the pocket of his jeans. He fished his phone out and read the message just as Scott left the room.

1:47 PM

From: Sam

To: Stiles

With this rate of interruptions Scott is going to have to owe us a whole date… ;)

And with that, the boy couldn't stop smiling. It had officially hit him that Sam really was getting better and eventually would be back to normal in some time. He grabbed the popcorn he'd almost forgotten about out of the microwave and poured it into the bowl to bring to his friends before leaving to meet up with them.

When he finally reached the other room, he plopped down in the middle of the couch glad to have his best friend and his girlfriend both beside him.

"Hey, are you guys sure you really want me to stay?" Scott asked. "I don't want to become an audience of one if you guys start making out again."

Stiles gave Scott an insulted look. "Dude."

"Who would make out during Stars Wars?" Sam asked, equally as offended. "You'd miss the masterpiece."

"…I guess I'll stay then" Scott stated after a brief moment of realization that he was safe.

Stiles hit play on the remote control and Star Wars IV: Return of the Jedi began to play. The first thirty minutes of the cinematic experience consisted of Stiles informing Scott on who all the characters were, behind the scenes trivia, and snippets of movie factoids that Stiles had ingrained into his memory ever since he'd first seen the series.

From time to time, Sam would help Stiles notify Scott on certain things whenever he'd ask her specific questions as if to double check that he wasn't wrong. He noticed that she slowly began to give him shorter and shorter responses until finally she just resorted to 'Mhmm's'.

Scott suddenly asked another question, his eyes still attentively watching the screen.

"Sam you wanna take this one?" Stiles asked the girl aloud.

A few seconds passed and she didn't respond.

"Sam?" Stiles asked again, turning to look at her.

As he glanced at Sam's general direction, he found her sound asleep against his arm. Stiles smiled again for the hundredth time that day, this time at her sleeping form. He concluded that her lack of sleep during the last couple of days must've finally caught up to her. Stiles softly repositioned her body onto his chest so that she would feel more comfortable as she continued to sleep on him. The boy answered Scott's question, this time with a lowered voice. He was happy that things had at least turned around for the better with Sam.