I do not own Teen Wolf.

O0o.o0O

Scott had known it was too much to ask for just one normal, lazy summer. Oh no, things had been too perfect. Oh course, that was normally when strange things started to occur in Beacon Hills. He really should have known better. Now, they had to deal with uninvited dinner guests.

Said guests were all werewolves. Scott could immediately smell that, among other things. For one, the strangers reeked of confusion. Obviously, they didn't cause the magical fireworks. At least, not intentionally.

The second scent Scott got off them was the sharp tang of blood. They were covered in it. Despite the other pack's defensive posture, they were all in a bad way. The trio was sporting some serious wounds and one of the women looked on the verge of collapse. Melissa was hovering worriedly behind Scott, anxiously waiting for his "all clear" to rush to them.

The wary stalemate was broken by Derek's disbelieving, "Laura?"

"Derek?" Laura sounded just as distraught, yet hopeful.

"Well damn," The Stiles-look-a-like said, "Now doesn't that just bring up a butt load of questions?" Scott couldn't help but agree.

O0o.o0O

Everyone had moved into the house. Melissa had wanted her new patients somewhere a little more sterile than the middle of a nature preserve. The rest of the Pack, not wanting to miss anything, had followed along.

Laura and Derek were off in a corner, probably having a huge heart-to-heart, Melissa was working on the other chick, and Scott was listening to Stiles, both of them. They were facing each other and doing the exact same thing. "This is so surreal-" One started. "-it's like looking in a fun house mirror." The other finished.

"Tell me about it." Scott replied watching his …best friends? Despite what they had just said, they weren't mirror images. They would move the same side of their body at the same time so they didn't quite match up. There was something very wrong with the visual and it was just a bit off-putting.

Scott was also amazed at how different the two Stiles looked. They were the same person, so all the big things were the same. It was the details, though, that told a different story. The Stiles-doppelganger was a little bulkier, quieter, and all around darker. He was speckled in scars and his eyes were infinitely sadder. That Stiles was a soldier. He, no doubt, had fought and lost people close to himself. Scott almost didn't want to ask.

"So, you're a werewolf?" His Stiles beat Scott to the punch. Not quite the question the alpha had been fearing.

Not-Stiles gave him a "duh" look then asked in the same tone, "So what are you? An Emissary?"

"Wait, that's an option? You don't have to, like, be born one?" Stiles, the normal version, asked. He was practically bouncing in excitement at the prospect.

"Sure, Danny was getting pretty good at it." Other-Stiles assured Normal-Stiles. Uhg, this was getting confusing fast.

Scott seized on a part of what he said, "Was?"

"Yeah," Not-stiles conceded, closing in on himself.

Scott squeezed his eyes shut. The other Ethan must have been torn up by his boyfriend's death. The Pack tried hard to keep the humans protected. They were just so squishy. But shit happens and they can't stay locked up forever just because of "safety".

"What happened?" Normal-Stiles asked, sensing his counterpart's pain.

"He became a nogitsune." Not-Stiles answered as if that explained everything.

Now Scott was confused. Like he wasn't already. "Wait, you weren't it?"

The other Stiles frowned at him, but it was his Stiles who answered. "You can't be a werewolf and a nogitsune at the same time."

"How did you survive?" Not-Stiles asked Normal-Stiles. If anything the werewolf seemed even more distressed.

"Scott, here, tried giving the old fox the Bite." Normal-Stiles informed his other self, "We caught him in firefly form and put him somewhere safe."

"Why?" Scott asked, his suspicions growing, "How did you defeat him?"

"Allison's last act was to shoot him with a silver arrow. It gave Noshiko the chance to behead him. We buried Danny beneath the Nemeton after we bound him with the triskelion." Not-Stiles looked down at his hands, "I can't believe we could have saved him."

Scott was in some inner turmoil of his own. Allison had died too? Scott wasn't sure what he would have done if he had to live through that. They weren't dating anymore, but she was still one of his best friends and his first love.

"So how did you become a wolf?" Scott refocused on the conversation because he was curious too. His Stiles' non sequiturs had ceased to faze him. He had learned, over the years to live with his best friend's ADHD and just go with it.

The change in topic seemed to catch the other Stiles off guard, though. His expression suddenly completely shut down. "Did Peter ever offer you a choice?" Not-Stiles asked Normal-Stiles in a completely monotone voice.

His Style's groaned, "You didn't say yes!"

"No. I didn't," Not styles growled out, "Peter turned me anyway."

Scott's hackles rose in response to the other man's wolf lurking just below the surface. The room was plunged into a dead quiet as the Pack sensed the conflict. Scott moved, putting himself between the two Stiles. The human was at his back as he faced the threat, turning his alpha stare on the Twilight Zone version of his friend.

Bizaro-Stiles defiantly met Scott's gaze and unflinchingly held it. Laura seemed to be there in a heartbeat. She squeezed her pack-mate's shoulder till her knuckles turned white. Her Stiles was challenging an unknown alpha in front of his pack. The other wolves were just as tense, waiting for said alpha's direction.

"That bastard!" Scott whipped around to stare at his best friend in surprise. His Stiles was just as pissed as the other. There was a bark of laughter. Scott swore he had given himself whiplash. His neck creaked from turning so quickly in one direction to the other.

"I dealt with it." Not-Stiles assured his double. It didn't take a werewolf to know that was a lie. Oddly enough, his heartbeat didn't stutter.

There was a cough that sounded a heck of a lot like "bull-shit" from Jackson's corner of the room. Scott narrowed his eyes but kept them glued to the Other-Stiles. He was trying to gauge if the comment would set him off again.

Laura misread the look, "Stilinski doesn't do to well with authority." She defended then submissively dropped her gaze to the floor when Scott turned to her. From what he'd heard about the woman, that didn't seem right at all. Not-Stiles snorted.

"I wouldn't either if Peter was my alpha." Normal-Stiles remarked. The room gasped.

Once again, leave it to Stiles to pick up on something that Scott had totally missed. He desperately tried to go back over the conversation, looking for the clues that had led his Stiles to this interesting realization. He felt dumb for asking, "Wait, Laura's not your alpha?" Her eyes flicked up to search his face. She looked a little shocked herself.

"Was Laura your alpha?" Not-Stiles asked dangerously, "Peter didn't bite you?"

"Yeah. I mean no." Scott was flustered, "I mean no, then yes." He gestured from one side to the other as if lining up his answers. He was spending too much time with his Stiles.

"Scott, Peter never killed Laura in their time line." Lydia told Scott then paused. She waited for him to work it out for himself.

"What does that have to do with me being an alpha?" Laura was just as confused as Scott was.

"You don't seem very surprised that Peter killed you here?" Erica piped up, standing next to Boyd.

"Derek is here and I am not," Laura told Erica earnestly, "I assumed he thought I was responsible for the fire." Scott was ignoring the interchange in favor of puzzling the rest out. He was almost there.

"Oh." It looked like Laura had figured it out at the same time Scott had.

Scott thought out loud, "Their Peter inherited the title right after the fire."

"Peter did that? To me?" Now Laura was devastated. She sat down and the other Stiles looped an arm around her in support. Scott briefly eyed them, wondering if there was something going on between the two.

"Can someone share with the rest of the class?" Isaac asked. This made Scott feel a little better for not getting it right away.

"Peter killed Laura to become the alpha." Derek informed him. Braeden stroked his arm, trying to comfort the man.

"So, their Peter killed Derek in the other universe?" asked Liam, trying to understand it all. The Pack paused to take that in. Melissa used this time to go back to fixing a bandage around Laura's midsection.

"Why are you OK with that?" Cora accused Laura.

Laura looked her in the eye and matter-of-factly told her, "There are consequences for everything we do." Cora bristled and Derek flinched as if he had just been slapped. Seeing this Laura's demeanor changed. "No, Der, I didn't mean it like that. I just told you that I don't blame you for what happened. You were young and you couldn't have known what Kate was going to do." She apologized to him, and then said, "But, you did kill Peter the first time around." Cora didn't seem impressed by this answer. However, a good majority of pack was nodding, including Scott.

"Hold up, hold up, hold up. Rewind." Kira burst out, "Derek killed Peter the first time?" A few people appeared to be as stumped as she was.

"Yup," Normal-Stiles popped the p, confirming from his seat beside Scott.

"All-righty then, just checking." Kira sat back down. She was shaking her head as if asking why she questioned the madness that was Beacon Hills.

"Umm…" Mason shyly asked, "What?"

Allison sighed then summarized, "Peter was killing people. He bit Lydia. We decided to stop him. Derek killed him and became alpha. He gave the Bite to Isaac, Erica, Boyd, and Jackson. Then Lydia brought Peter back from the dead with her freaky Banshee powers."

"Hey!" Lydia pretended to take offence.

"Lydia's a Banshee?" the other Stiles questioned.

"Hi." Lydia waved. Not-Stiles just sadly stared back at her.

"Guess you still haven't figured that one out?" Aiden sounded rather smug.

"We didn't really have an opportunity." Not-Stiles confirmed. He looked away from the couple.

Laura picked up the thread where he left off, "After the thing with Peter, Lydia wandered into the forest and she never came out." Those that remembered Lydia's sabbatical in the woods paled. Not her too, Scott thought to himself, the alternate dimension must be a really sucky place to live.

"How did you deal with the Kanima then?" Danny asked, because, of course, his best friend had filled him in on that episode.

"We put it down." The other Stiles shrugged glancing at Jackson, who was pretty green by this point.

"Dude." Normal-Stiles said in shock at his alternate's cold reply. The Pack seemed to have more questions but they were all too afraid to ask. There was an unspoken agreement to drop the subject. The room returned to its previous buzz as new conversations started.

Melissa had finally moved to check on the head wound the Stiles doppelganger was wearing. He watched her as she worked. "Umm, can I ask you something?"

Normal-Stiles popped out with, "You just did."

They both ignored him. Melissa smiled at her patient and said kindly, "Of course you can, Sweetheart."

The other Stiles choked up but eventually got out, "Can I hug you?"

Melissa was already tearing up and nodded. Not-Stiles didn't waste any time in pulling her into an impressively long hug.

Scott was reeling. There was only one conclusion Scott could come to at the awkwardly touching situation in front of him. How on earth could the other-him let his mom die? It was impossible to think about. He tried to imagine what life would be like without her, but he just couldn't wrap his mind around it.

They broke apart. Bizaro-Stiles used the heel of his palms to wipe away his tears. "I want you to know that you've always been like a mom to me and I'm sure my other self feels the same." He said gesturing to his counterpart, "I know you aren't her; but I still want to apologize for not stopping the Darach in time. For not being able save you." His voice was raw with emotion.

Melissa fanned her eyes to stop from crying again, "I'm sure," She had to stop to choke down a sob of her own, "I'm sure if your Melissa is anything like me, she would never blame you." Melissa busied herself again with bandaging his cuts, "You are a thousand times forgiven."

It was all very sentimental but Scott couldn't appreciate it. That was too intense for him. He had had one too many shocks that day. In another life, he had failed to protect his pack and they had been decimated. The alpha in him was having some definite problems with that concept. He had to get some fresh air. He had just started to stand up when Sheriff Stilinski opened the door.

The sheriff was looking down at a receipt as he walked in. He absentmindedly said, "I hope everyone saved room for cheesecake. Do you realize you left the food-" His eyes landed on the very injured version of his son.

The stunned werewolf whispered, "Dad."