It was the day after the incident at the movies and Marie had to call in for Isabelle's work to say she couldn't be in after school. Thankfully, they had heard about the attack and was understanding about the situation.

Around late morning, there was a knock on Elle's bedroom door. "Honey, Stiles from next door is here to see you," Marie Nightly said as she stood in the doorway of her daughters bedroom with Stiles Stilinski, who was sweating profusely.

"What the hell is a 'Stiles'?" Elle groaned, intoxicated from the meds she had been taking.

"She took a little something to ease her nerves. You can go in," Marie assured Stiles as she noticed he looked rather nervous around her daughter.

"Thanks," he nodded as she walked away, he glanced at Elle before looking back at the door. He did this a few more times when he noticed what Elle was wearing.

A long top that barely covered her ass. It had her surname on the back in capitals and the number 12 underneath. The print was faded and peeling in certain places, obviously from the amount of use it must have suffered. It must have been her brother's.

He gulped very visible as he slowly walked towards her ringing his hands in nerves, trying to force his eyes away from her legs as it was not respectable and he refused to be one of those guys that only wanted her for her body. She deserved so much more than that.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, basically purring the question out which helped Stiles in no way at all.

"I was just making sure you were okay," he said, moving closer to her struggling to not let his eyes wonder to her more exposed parts again.

"Why?" she asked patting the bed to invite him to sit down, making swirling patterns on the sheets with her finger. Stiles' attention went to this straight away and it just so happened to be near where one of the places on her body he didn't want to look was.

"Because I was worried about you today. How are you feeling?" He asked her sitting down with a slight gap between them still. She placed a hand on his shoulder, moving it up and down a bit before dragging it slowly down his arm onto his hand.

"I feel-Fantastic," Elle drawled as she sat up and pushed her chest out unknowing and got closer to Stiles, her face extremely close to his.

He noticed the pills next to her bed when he looked up quickly and picked it up to read what it was exactly she has been taking. When he saw what they were her sighed, "Oh. What-I bet you can't say, uh, 'I saw Suzy sittin' in a shoeshine shop' ten times fast." Stiles challenged, distracting himself from what he had just seen. Although this whole meeting will probably take place in his head again for the next few weeks while he's asleep, but will also probably end slightly differently than this will.

"I saw Shuzy-I shaw-" Elle tried, looking at Stiles' face leaning on him heavily, her chest pushing against the top of his arm. Her eyes drifted as she thought of the incident from the previous night, "I saw-"

"What? Elle, what did you see?" Stiles begged, trying to help her but also get information on the alpha that can become useful. He placed a hand on top of hers encouraging her to carry on.

"Something," she drifted again not finishing what Stiles needed to know.

"Something like-Like a mountain lion?" he suggested, the lie that had been told since the whole thing started.

"A mountain lion," she repeated.

"Are you sure you saw a mountain lion, or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you?" asked Stiles, worried for her health and mental situation with all this drifting.

"A mountain lion," she said again.

Stiles had had enough. He noticed a stuffed giraffe on her bedside table next to her bottle of pills and grabbed it, shoving it into the Elle's sight asking, "What's this?"

"A mountain lion," Elle said again peering up at him.

"Okay. You're so drunk. Oh-"he cut himself off as she fell forward her head halfway up his thigh and her hand dangerously close to something that he really didn't want to have to put up with right then. That, with her warm breath near him didn't help at all, and he silently cried out, throwing his head back before snapping out of it knowing he really shouldn't take advantage of her in this state, especially because she was unconscious.

He quickly took her of of his lap and lay her down again before standing up-pacing until she woke. When she groaned awake, he pointed towards the door, "Well, I'm gonna-go. Uh, I'll let you get back to the whole post-traumatic stress thing."

Just as he was about to leave, pulling the door closed behind him a voice called out. "Mm. Stay." Elle groaned.

"M-me? Stay? You want me to stay?" Stiles questioned running back to her in a second sitting extremely close to her.

"Yes, please. Stay. Please." She said leaning up against him again, only this time, her chest was on his, "Stiles." He gasped and gaped at her and leant down to kiss her when the drugs kicked in again. Their lips barely brushed when she passed out. He sighed, very pissed off at the pills she had taken but also at himself. Was he really going to have kissed her and used her when she was high and vulnerable?

He lay her down again on her bed and slumped next to her just staring at her in admiration. Brushing her beautiful blonde curls out of her face, he stared at her closed eyes laying a soft hand on her cheek when the moment was over rather suddenly.

Stiles snapped out of his head and jumped up and away, but tripped over something laying on the floor and face planted the carpet. He scrambled up and ran out of the room grabbing his bag that was just outside of it, fell down the stairs and half crawled half crouched out to his Jeep and pulled away.

Parent-teacher conferences were held that evening and Jackson, who had recovered from the attack the previous night was back to his normal self (as annoying and mean as he normally is) compared to the girls that were in his company.

"Jackson's a highly motivated student. In fact, I'd describe him as 'unusually driven.'" Harris said in front of Jackson's adoptive parents at parents evening.

"Yeah, we were hoping he might ease up on himself a little. He's always been real hard on himself. It's just, you know, something we assumed was an effect of him being adopted." Mr. Whittemore admitted.

"I think I understand. He's never met his biological parents?"

"Yeah, that's right. It's the need to please, the overachieving, the desire to make someone proud-Someone he's never even met."

"Something certainly seems to have recalibrated his desire for achievement several notches higher. Not to be too blunt about it, but he seems almost obsessed," Harris informed.

"Let me tell you, there's plenty to say about Lydia." Lydia's teacher nodded at the divorced parents.

"Did I not predict this?" Her dad said.

"Here we go. Total nuclear meltdown as usual." Lydia's mum said, rolling her eyes at him.

"What is it? Is it her grades, concentration issues, erratic behavior?" he guessed, ignoring his ex–wife,

"I'm not the one who told her she had to choose who she wants to live with, as if that wouldn't warp a 16-year-old girl," Lydia's mum argued.

"Just tell us what the problem is," her dad asked.

"I wasn't aware that there was a problem. Academically, Lydia's one of the finest students I've ever had. Her A.P. classes push her GPA above a 5.0. I'd actually like to have their I.Q. tested. And socially, she displays outstanding leadership qualities. I mean, she's a real leader." Lydia's teacher confessed.

"Stiles, that's right. I thought 'Stiles' was his last name," Coach Finstock admitted in front of Sheriff Stilinski.

"His last name is 'Stilinski.'" Sheriff pointed out.

"You named your kid 'Stiles Stilinski'?"

"No, that's just what he likes to be called." Sheriff said in a tone of voice that made it seem like it was obvious.

"Oh. Well, I like to be called 'cupcake'-What is his first name?" Coach asked before checking his papers and finding it, "Wow, that's a form of child abuse. I don't-I don't even know how to pronounce that."

"It was his mother's father's name." He said blankly.

"Wow. You must really love your wife," Coach chuckled not understanding the situation with Claudia Stilinski.

"Yeah, I did,"

"Well, this just became incredibly awkward."

"Hey, what do you say we get to the conference part of this conference, cupcake?"

"I like your thinking. So, Stiles. Great kid. Zero ability to focus. Super smart. Never takes advantage of his talents," Coach said bluntly.

"How do you mean?"

"Well, for his final question on his midterm exam, he detailed the entire history of the male circumcision."

"Well, I mean, it does have-historical significance, right? I mean-" he tried to excuse his son.

"I teach economics."

"Ah, crap." he groaned.

"Is Mr. Nightly not joining us?" One of the high school teachers asked.

Marie rolled her eyes, trying to be polite and not make a show of herself but the thought of her husband was irritating. "No, he had to work late."

The teacher could feel the tension and decided to start. "Well, I can say that Elle is a-uh special student to teach."

"What do you mean by 'special'?" Marie demanded.

"Uh-I mean that she is not like our average students. Academically, Isabelle is visibly one of the finest students we've ever had at this school. Her A.P. classes push her GPA at an excellent score." The teacher paused to see how Marie's reaction would be. The woman just stared back at her.

"The extra tutoring she does in science for other students also helps massively and will be excellent to see on college application forms when she gets round to applying."

Marie held a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Where the hell are you? Get to the school now." hissed Melissa McCall into her phone.

"How about we get started?" asked Harris.

"Sure," and she sat down.

"Lately Scott's mind has been somewhere else, as has his body. Personally, I think it may have something to do with his home situation."

"Oh, well, personally, I'm not sure what you mean by 'home situation'," she said, slightly offended.

"Uh, specifically the lack of an authority figure."

"Yeah, I'm the authority figure, so-" Melissa was getting even more offended.

"Sorry. Allow me to clarify. I mean the lack of a male authority figure,"

"Oh. Well, trust me, we're much better off without him in the picture,"

"Well, does Scott feel the same way?" he questioned.

"Yes. I think so. I hope so."

"But he's going through some difficult changes. He just needs a - little extra attention, a guiding hand through this crucial stage of his development."

"Allison Argent. An incredibly sweet girl. And quick to adjust, despite all the moving around."

"We know it's hard on her, but, uh, it's a necessary evil." responded Chris.

"Necessary or not, I'd be prepared for some-How do I put this?"

"Rebelliousness?" he suggested.

"We appreciate the concern, but we have a great relationship with our daughter. Very open and honest," informed Allison's mum, Victoria.

"I'm happy to hear that. And let her know that I hope she's feeling better,"

"Oh, she wasn't in class?" He asked, confused.

"Oh, she wasn't in school. I checked with the office." Chris and Victoria's faces dropped and they grew angry storming out of the school with their phones to their ears.

Everyone in the car park started screaming and rushing away, hitting into each other and starting the engines on their cars. Scott looked around panicking, thinking the alpha was here and he was so unprepared to protect everyone.

He heard people shouting that it was a mountain lion then looked to see if Allison was safe. His heart beat rose when she was in the way of a car that she hadn't seen and do he rushed overtime her and pulled her out of the way just in time.

Chris, who had rushed off straight away, grabbed a gun from his car and manoeuvred his way round the cars to get to the animal.

Sheriff who had also ran off was moving down a row of cars close to the mountain lion with his gun ready to shoot if necessary. "Move! Move!" he shouted just before a scared driver pulled out from the side of him knocking him to the floor.

Scott moved to help him up, regret filling him when he saw what he could've prevented. Stiles was going to kill him, "I'm okay," the Sheriff groaned as he got up.

A gunshot rang out from Chris' gun as he shot the mountain lion. Scott rushed over to him and pushed his way through the crowd until he was next to Chris and they just stared at each other.

Back at the Nightly household a text rung out. Elle was still fast asleep and didn't pay any attention. Her phone lit up with a notification.

Dan: I'm okay. I know about the attacks in Beacon Hills. You need to stay safe.

The phone dimmed as the message was ignored and the room returned to darkness.