'Welcome to Beacon Hills.' A sign introduced the Jeep to the city.

The newly-risen sun was shining heavily through the truck's windows. Stretching across the sleeping faces. Birds could be heard chirping all around.

The only people awake inside were Stiles who was still driving, and Kira who's turn it was to be awake with him (not like she would mind).

"So... this is the fabled Beacon Hills." Kira spoke a question as a statement.

"Yup." Stiles answered.

"How does it feel being back?"

"It's like a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Thinking about all the bad things that happened here, the things my friends and I prevented, the things we caused. It feels like I can't escape it, like no matter where I go, no matter how far, I just end up back here."

"Stiles, I'm sure that's not the case." Kira prepared to console him until he spoke again.

"It also feels like I'm coming home. No matter how bad things got, I still have alot of good memories here." He smiled a little making her smile.

"We're here." Scott spoke grogily from the back seat. He looked around. Lydia and Malia on either side each with a head leaning on his shoulders. He slowly leaned them off so that they were against the back windows before stretching and releasing a yawn.

"Yup." Stiles said.

"Where are we going first?" Scott asked.

"I need to go home first." Stiles said.

"Alright."

The Jeep slowly came to a halt. Looking at the house he had grown up in Stiles couldn't help but smile. His dad's police cruiser sat in the driveway. Stiles climbed out followed one-by-one by his friends.

Everyone looked at the house. Stiles and Malia both thinking back on the wonderful memories thay had, as apposed to one profoundly painful memory; the day they broke up.

The other three had never seen the place and weren't really sure what to expect when they stepped inside.

Stiles went for the lock with his keys, unlocking the door and letting it swing open.

"What the hell?" Was the first sound to come from inside. The sherriff stepped into view wearing only shorts and a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. He froze at the sight of his son and nearly dropped his mug. "Stiles!" He called with wide eyes. Fear, anger, shoke all resided in his voice.

"Oh Mr. Officer." Hummed a light and heavenly voice. A woman came into view wearing only John's buttonned work shirt. She stepped behind the Sheriff and wrapped her arms around him. They couldn't see her face but they could make out long black curly hair.

Everyone watched frozen solid as she stood on her toes and placed a kiss on his neck. That's when they saw her face, and that's when it got wierd.

"Mom?" Scott called and she looked up at the speed of light.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed covering herself and running away.

Everyone's eyes fell to Scott but he didn't move.

"Dear God." The Sheriff complained. "Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?"

Stiles looked like he didn't know what to say, or what had happened. "Uhm... it's a long story."

Scott sat on the couch avoiding making eye contact with Mellisa. She was doing pretty much the same thing.

The others were in the kitchen.

Scott decided to swallow his pride and push the awkward feeling away. "So you two are..."

"Yeah, Scott." She nodded. "John and I have been dating."

"Is he... does he treat you nice?" He asked.

"Put it this way Scott. Besides you, no man has ever treated me better."

"Really?" He asked with a smile even though he already knew the answer.

"Yes." She stood to get closer before kneeling in front of him. "Scotty." She placed her hands on his cheeks to lift his head to her. "John is the first man I've dated since your father and... I'm having a really great time with him. I just... I really like him..."

"I get it mom." He took her hands. "I'm not mad, or wierded out, or embarrassed. I'm glad you found someone.. it was just surprising that it was Stiles' dad that's all."

"Yea, well I guess I have a weakness for men in law enforcement." She smiled.

"Okay, now that's a conversation I don't wanna have." He joked.

Her face turned serious all of a sudden. "Why the hell aren't you in school?" She asked.

"Uhm... it's a long story."

"So, how are things going between you two?" John asked Stiles and Lydia.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked looking back and fourth between his dad and Lydia.

"I mean, when you called me saying how much you screwed up; I could hear it in your voice when you said her name. And now that you're here, I can see it in your body language. Both of you." He smiled and they blushed.

"Things are good." Lydia said.

Scott and Mellisa walked in and Scott instinctively reached for Kira's hand.

"And what's this here?" Mellisa asked them.

"Oh," Realization struck Scott. "Mom, this is Kira, Kira, this is my mom. She's my girlfriend." He smiled.

"Girlfriend huh? I hope that doesn't affect your grades." She said more a question.

"No, I still do good in school." Scott said redening a little making Kira snicker.

"And how about you?" She turned a stern motherly glare to Kira making her stop laughing and look surprised at her. "How are your grades?"

"I.. uh.. my gr.. th-they're good." Kira stuttered.

"Okay." Mellisa let up. "Nice to meet you, Kira."

Scott looked at his phone. "Stiles, we have to go."

"Alright, I just need to get something." He stood and headed up to his room. When he left he had taken most of his stuff but he left a few things. He walked over to his bed and reached underneath it. His hand patted around on the carpet until he found a shoe box. He pulled the box out and openned it just as Malia appeared behind him.

"I didn't know you still had those?" She asked scaring him shitless.

He fumbled with the box for a second before setting it down and calming his heart. Once calm he turned around.

"I hoped I'd never need them again."

"So did I."

He reached into the box pulling out a bottle of pills before tucking it into his pocket.

"Let's go." He said.

They all left in Stiles' Jeep headed for Derek's loft. It didn't take long to get there. Scott practically ran inside.

"Scott, if you were bringing company you couldv'e told me." Came Derek's voice as they slid the door open.

"You've met." Scott said almost rudely as he ran past Derek and up the spiral staircase.

He found Liam sitting in the quiet. Eyes red and puffy, dried tears on his face.

"Hey." Scott said standing stiffly.

Liam looked up at him. Trying to look strong but failing as tears ran. Scott rushed in and hugged him. The beta cried silently.

"Sup." Stiles nodded at Derek.

"Hi." Derek showed his teeth but sounded irritated already.

"Derek, don't start being a dick." Malia said.

He grumbled and looked away.

"Where's Scott?" Braeden asked from the couch startling everyone except Derek.

"He's up with Liam." Derek said.

"Can we do something?" Liam asked sniffling a little. "Is there a way to bring her back?"

Scott's mind jumped to Allison. He had the same question when she died. All he wanted was more time with her but Deaton had to tell him the truth. That there wasn't a cure for death.

"No... we can't bring her back." He stood up, his words leaving Liam hopeless. "But there is something we can do." Liam looked up, a glimmer of hope filling his eyes. "We can make them pay. We can't bring Hayden back... but we can avenge her. So at this point there are only two things to do. You can either sit here, and keep crying, or you can collect yourself, we can go out there, and we can give 'em hell."

Liam stood up, feeling his blood boil. An odd feeling ran through his body like a jolt of electricity. He didn't know why, maybe it's the fact that Scott's his alpha, it may just be his words. But for some reason, Liam wasn't sad anymore. He didn't want to grieve, he didn't want to cry. He wanted payback. "Let's give 'em hell."