Hot damn guys, thank you so so so much for all the wonderful reviews. Honestly, I love you guys. And holy shit am I the only one who is completely freaking out during these episodes?! So glad the Alpha Pack kidnapped that Heather slut; they can keep her. And major 'aaaawwww' moment when Cora Hale made her appearance. Derek's baby sister is alive! I'm really hoping for some protective big brother moments to come. And not going to lie, I think I might actually ship Cora & Stiles…not in my story of course, just on the show. But I don't really know, I guess we still know literally nothing but her name about her. Anyway, give me your thoughts on Monday's episode and give me more incredible reviews like last chapter!

Okay guys, this is it. This is the last episode of season two :'( but a quick note, as you've all clearly noticed I decided to make Skyler a witch, and I think a great way for me to build up that story line and make it stronger is if I go kinda AU for awhile. I'm not going to change the original plot, I'm just going to write about their months of Summer break so I can focus on Skyler and her newfound abilities, then I'll go back on the track of the show. Sound good?

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any of its characters of plots. I only own my OC Skyler.

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I let out a moan as my eyes blinked against the bright light blaring in my vision. "Skyler? Skyler are you with me honey?" I heard a voice call. At first it sounded like they were in a far away tunnel, but slowly their voice became more and more clear.

"Hmm, Abuela?" I asked in disbelieve. What the hell is my grandmother doing here?

"There's my favorite granddaughter." My grandmother grinned at me.

"I'm your only granddaughter, Abuela." I reminded her as I tried to sit up.

"But still my favorite." She smiled.

"What's going on? What are you doing here?" I asked her, trying to remember the events leading up to now, but coming up short.

"Well I just had to come see you, sweetheart. After all, it's not every day your granddaughter claims her witch abilities." Abuela exclaimed happily.

"How'd you know about me being a witch?"

"I felt it, dear. Besides, seeing as I'll be the one training you it's only right I should know, don't you think?"

"Training me?" I questioned. Since when did being a witch requiring training?

"Oh dear, you really are unprepared for this." Abuela muttered, shaking her head at me.

"Where is everyone, Abuela?"

"Well, I do believe at the moment your mother is helping your brother and his new werewolf friends with supernatural business. Jeez, leave it to Scott to get himself dragged into the supernatural world of werewolves!" Grandma exclaimed, making me chuckle slightly at her.

"Where's Stiles?" I asked, still laughing a bit.

"He's home now, sweetie." She said, almost comfortingly.

"What do you mean?" I asked. She sighed sadly, right before a memory hit my mind full force, making me gasp in pain.

Two men held Stiles and mine limp bodies in their arms. The one holding me all but yelled out, "What the hell?" when I suddenly disappeared from his arms. Unknown to them I ended up back in my hospital room, thanks to my Abuela. Stiles however, got dragged over to a waiting SUV. Gerard Argent was sitting in the front seat smirking. Stiles had come to by the time he and the hunters arrived back at the Argent household. The two hunters holding him roughly pushed him down the dark stairs. He called out my name for a few seconds before finally finding the light switch and flicking it on, revealing Boyd and Erica held up from the ceiling by chains. The more Stiles tried to get them down, the more noise they made, and the more alert Gerard became. After a few threats from Gerard and a few sarcastic remarks from Stiles, Gerard was pounding his fist into Stiles until his entire face was bruised.

"Oh God." I sobbed, as I jumped from the hospital bed. "I- I have to go, I have to see Stiles." I told my Abuela urgently.

"I know, dear. Its okay, you go. Whenever you're ready I'll be waiting." She said, before pushing me towards the door. I didn't waste any time before racing out of the hospital and towards the Stilinski house.

When I finally got there I noticed the police cruiser in the driveway and Stiles bedroom light was on. "God, please be okay." I mumbled to myself. The address numbers on the front door blurred together as I knocked harshly; tears streaming down my face. I didn't stop knocking until the door finally flung open, revealing Sheriff Stilinski's stressed face. His features immediately softened when he took in my shaking form.

"Please tell me he's okay." I whispered, as a sob tore through my chest.

Mr. Stilinski quickly pulled me into a comforting hug, "He's fine. He's fine. Just shaken up is all. He's in his room." He told me. I barely even spared the older man a glance before racing up the stairs and towards Stiles room.

His bedroom door was closed, and instead of beating on the door like I had his front door; I softly knocked. "Dad, I'm fine." I heard Stiles groan from inside his room. I frowned slightly and knocked again, earning an aggravated sigh from the other side, "Dad I said I was fi-"

I didn't even give Stiles a chance to finish as he opened the door and I threw myself into his arms. "I was so worried." I sobbed into his chest.

"Oh my God, Skyler." He sighed, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist.

"I thought I lost you." I whispered.

"Now you know how I always feel." He joked, but neither of us laughed. The two of us stayed like that for a moment, holding onto each other as if the other would float away if we let go. Finally I pulled back to look at him, but quickly wished I hadn't.
"Oh God, Stiles. Who did this to you?" I whispered.

"I'm fine." He said, ignoring my question and looking down.

"Who did this to you?" I asked again, louder this time.

"I said I'm fine!" He exclaimed loudly, making me jump and step away from his embrace. "Shit," He sighed, "Sky I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay." I shook my head, "Don't be sorry." Suddenly something hit me. That flash I saw in the hospital. Was it actually real? "Did, uh, did Gerard do this?"

"Yeah." Stiles nodded.

"In his basement?" I asked, looking down in slight fear.

"Yeah…" He said hesitantly. Clearly not knowing how I'd know that.

"Did you see Erica and Boyd down there?"

"Skyler…how do you know all this?" He asked, leading me over to his bed and sitting me down.

"I, uh, I saw it. Guess it's one of the perks to being a witch." I joked slightly, looking up at Stiles through tear filled eyes. "I'm scared, Stiles." I admitted.

"What are you scared about?" He asked, pulling me closer to him.

"Everything. I just…how am I supposed to be a witch? I can't- I can't handle that." I cried out.

"Skyler, look at me." He said, grabbing my face firmly in his hands and holding it in front of his own, "I have known you since you were six years old. When I first met you, you were covered in bruises. You've been through hell and back, Sky. You've been stabbed, stalked, shot, beaten…" Stiles paused for a moment before continuing, "There's a lot of things I worry about Sky, but whether or not you can handle something has never been my concern because I know without a doubt, no matter what it is, you will get through it." Stiles said, "Okay?"

I nodded and smiled softly at him, "As long as you're standing next to me I can get through anything."

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I don't know how much time had passed since Stiles and I lay back on his bed and just held each other in silence. I just know the next noise that bothered us was the soft knocking on his door. "Come on in, dad." He called, sitting us both up.

"Lydia?" We both asked confused.

"I was at the hospital…I went to your room but your grandma said you'd be here." She told me softly, looking down at something in her hands.

"Lydia, what is it?" I asked softly, standing up and making my way over to her.

"They won't let me see him." She said, her voice breaking. It took me a minute to realize that she was referring to Jackson. In the middle of all the craziness I almost forgot that Stiles had told me Jackson stabbed himself to prevent from hurting anyone.

"Why do you want to see Jackson, Lydia?" Stiles asked her, standing up as well.

"I need to give it back," She muttered, opening her palm to reveal a key to Jackson's house, "I promised I'd give it back." My heart broke a little for the girl standing in front of me. Lydia and I were by no means bestfriends, but right now she was still standing in front of me, vulnerable, asking for help just to save her ex-boyfriends life. This girl really is something. "He wants it back. He kept asking for it back." She continued, more tears streaming down her face.

"Ssh, it's okay. We'll give it back to him." I promised her.

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"Skyler, are you insane?! You cannot go there!" Stiles exclaimed incredulously.

"I have to, Stiles! I can't just not help her!" I exclaimed, referring to Lydia who was currently waiting outside for me.

"Why do you even care?! Huh? Why are you so willing to risk your life just to help Lydia give a key back to her dead boyfriend?!" Stiles yelled angrily.

"Because it could save him!" I screamed, "And I know damn well that if I was in her shoes and there was even the slightest chance something could save you, I wouldn't stop until I tried."

Stiles face immediately softened at my words, "Skyler…I'm sorry…"

"Don't. I'm helping Lydia, with or without you." I said, before walking out of his room and slamming the door behind me.

"So, what's the plan?" I asked Lydia as I stepped into the crisp night.

"I was actually hoping you'd have a plan. I'm still pretty new to all this." She smiled sadly.

"To be honest, I don't usually do plans. I just kind of crash right in." I laughed.

"Well if you're wanting to crash in, I think I can help." I turned to see Stiles standing next to his jeep, keys and hand and a small smile on his face, "That is, if you want my help." He finished.

"Of course." I smiled at him, attaching my lips to his.

I got in the front seat next to Stiles while Lydia got in the back. "So, were you being serious about the whole crashing in there thing?" Stiles asked nervously.

"Right now it's the best we've got." I said, just as nervous.

"Okay. Then buckle your seat belts." He said, before slamming on the gas and busting through the wall. "Did I hit it?!" He exclaimed, his eyes clenched tightly shut.

Before I even had time to laugh at my boyfriend, Jackson jumped onto the hood of the jeep, earning a shrill scream from Stiles. We all quickly jumped out of the jeep, but instead of joining the line of teens, Lydia turned to Jackson. "No, Lydia!" I exclaimed, stepping to go after her until Stiles stopped me.

Jackson lifted his clawed hand to swipe at Lydia, but stopped short when she held his key in the air. We all watched in awe as Jackson slowly turned back into his human self as he stared at the key with tears in his eyes. He blinked away the tears before gently taking the key from Lydia and stepping away from her, opening his arms out as he nodded at Derek. I couldn't help the gasp that tore through my lips when Derek raced forward and pierced his claws through Jackson's stomach at the same moment that Peter pierced his through Jackson's back. I felt tears gather in my eyes as Jackson's key dropped to the ground with a clank and he fell into Lydia's waiting arms. "Do…do you…?" Jackson tried to ask her, but couldn't get the words out. "I do." Lydia nodded hastily, "I do still love you." She promised him. Jackson smiled softly at her, before his eyes fluttered shut and his head fell limp onto her shoulder. With a small cry she laid him out on the ground and stood to stand with us.

All of a sudden a wave of memories hit me. But not like in the hospital, no this had nothing to do with magic. It just had to do with genuine memories.

"Sky, come on!" I heard someone exclaim as they pulled me to my feet and dragged me out. At first I thought it was Scott, but once we got out the back I noticed it was Jackson.

"Skyler, run!" He yelled, as he jumped to his feet and grabbed my hand, dragging me behind him as we ran and fell behind one of the shelves on the other end of the store that hadn't fallen over. I could tell Jackson was scared, and for once in my life, I don't think he's a total jackass.

"Are you kidding me? Skyler is hurt and you're still not going to call for help?" Jackson exclaimed in disbelieve.

"Are you okay?" He asked concerned, and I could see the fear in his eyes.

Surprisingly enough Jackson helped get Scott to the vet's office quickly.

"You know, this would be the second time I saved your life."

Jackson wasn't just a spoiled sixteen year old boy who drives a fancy car and gets any girl he wants. He was a sixteen year old boy who strived to be perfect because he felt this unbelievable need to impress and make his parents proud. And not his adoptive parents; his real parents. He doesn't even know who his parents are, so he doesn't truly know who he is either. He's just a sixteen year old boy trying to find himself. And now he's dead.

Nails scratching against the ground broke me from my thoughts. I looked past Lydia and nearly gasped at what I saw. It wasn't nails on the ground, it was claws; Jackson's claws. We all watched in disbelieve as Jackson slowly stood up and threw his head back, letting out a loud howl. Lydia immediately ran into his arms and the two embraced as if none of us were even watching. A small smile formed on my lips as I realized Lydia didn't just save Jackson; her undying love for him did.

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"How are you feeling?" Stiles asked me as we lie in his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"I'll let you know when I figure it out." I joked slightly, "Thank you, Stiles."

"For what?"

"For being you. For always staying with me, no matter what." I said, smiling shyly the ceiling.

"I'd do anything for you, Skyler. I love you…I'm in love with you." Stiles told me. I rolled over to face him and smile softly, before pressing my lips to his.

What started out as a gentle kiss quickly turned into passion. I lie on my back with Stiles hovering above me, his arms propping him up so he doesn't put any weight on me. My hands roamed up his shirt and traced the outlines of his six-pack before detaching my lips from his long enough to get his shirt over his head. I moaned softly as his lips went to my neck while his hands traveled up my shirt. Stiles and I have had our fair share of make out sessions before, but it never got this heavy this fast. Before I knew it Stiles was left with his jeans barely hanging around his waist and me just in my bra and underwear. "Are you sure? I- I don't want you to do this and regret it later." Stiles said, his voice sounding strained and husky.

"Stiles, as long as I'm with you I'd never regret anything." I promised him, "I love you."

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The sunlight streaming through Stiles' window was what woke me the next morning. I couldn't keep the smile from crawling onto my face as I remembered the events from last night. So many people say your first time is painful, or sometimes even awkward. But for me; it was perfect.

My head was lying on Stiles naked chest, his arm was wrapped around my shoulder, and our bare legs were tangled within the mess of sheets. I looked up at him through my eyelashes and noticed him already staring at me. "Good morning." I whispered softly.

"Good morning, beautiful." He smiled at me, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"So," I said, moving so my head rested on my arms that were crossed across his chest, "anyway we can get a repeat of last night sometime soon?" I asked with a small smile, making us both chuckle.

"Oh I definitely think we can work that out." He said, pressing his lips to mine softly. Stiles phone buzzed noisily next to him and he groaned before rolling over and grabbing it.

"Oh shit, I totally forgot about that." He exclaimed after reading the text.

"What is it?"

"I asked Scott if he'd help train me for lacrosse. I really want to make first line next year."

"Aw, Stiles that's great!" I exclaimed happily, "Why do you seem bummed?"

"Because he said we should start today!"

"And?"

"And I want to have sex with you all day!" He whined.

I let out a loud laugh before sitting up and grabbing Stiles shirt off the floor before throwing it on myself, "Keep dreaming, buddy." I joked.

"You kill me, woman." He said, faking like he was mad.

"But you love me." I teased, pressing my hands to either side of his face to lean in for a kiss, but before I could get far enough for a kiss a sharp pain shot up both arms, making me gasp out.

"Skyler? What's wrong?" Stiles asked worriedly.

"I-I don't know. I just touched your face and- oh my God, Stiles…your face." I said in shock. Stiles quickly got up and ran to look in the mirror, me following right behind him. We watched in awe as his bruises from the beating Gerard gave him faded away to nothing.

"Did- did you do that?" He asked me in disbelieve.

"I think so." I whispered, nodding my head.

"You healed me." He said, grinning at me.

"I guess I did." I chuckled, putting my hands on his now smooth skin and finally pressing my lips to his. Maybe this whole witch thing wouldn't be so bad after all.

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Stiles, Scott, and I all jumped out of the baby blue jeep and made our way to the lacrosse field. Scott told us about how he was counting on him and Allison getting back together and asked us in return how we were doing. Let's just say the smirks we exchanged didn't go unnoticed by Scott.

While the boys took their places on the field, I sat in the grass by the bleachers and looked up at the sky. I can't believe its summer. I can't believe it's nearly been a year since Scott got bit by Peter. So many things have happened this past year, and at times I didn't want to deal with them. I just wanted to crawl in bed and wake up from the nightmare that was becoming my life. But one person changed that. Stiles changed that.

"Skyler! Tell Scott that he has to promise not to use his wolf-y powers!" Stiles exclaimed, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Scott! No wolf-y powers on my boyfriend!" I yelled at my brother who rolled his eyes and smirked.

"Just shoot the ball already!" He yelled to Stiles.

I gave Stiles an encouraging cheer and watched as my boyfriend took aim before throwing the ball towards the net, "I said no wolf powers!"

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And that, my beautiful readers, is the end of season two! Like I said earlier, now I'm going to go AU for a little while and write about their summer and build Skyler's witchy story line with her Abuela, then I'm going to go back to following the show with season three!

Review please!(: