That day was warm and pleasant by near end of autumn's standard. The leaves lay soft on the ground, where sat a teenage boy, Scott still in the midst of amazement of the recent occurrences. He sat at the boundary of the woods, which boundary he didn't know, the woods were vast easily travelled by wolf but when you're human and naked, travelling becomes restricted. He didn't recognize the area, the houses, the trees. it all smelled unfamiliar he guessed he must have travelled far. There was stale blood on his face and in his hair but he couldn't remember how it got there.

Scott ached all over his body had been remoulded into something that didn't quite fit yet. He sat on the ground hugging his legs; he was thinner than he remembered. No longer could he hear the woods singing he felt as though they had moved on without him he heard the low hum of a car remembering how close he was to the real world one which he seemed to have forgotten about. The flies buzzed around him he sighed he'd forgotten his name. How could one forget your name but then he'd had no use for a name lately, he'd forgotten his home although the faint images of faces began to return along with his name. He sighed again he couldn't stay there long; he felt too human and didn't think he was going to shift back. The houses around looked poor, the gardens crammed with junk that didn't fit in the small houses. One unlucky house had their washing out on the line Scott's first victim. He felt well hidden in the brush. Could he get some clothes without being seen? It didn't appear as if anyone was in he really didn't want to meet anyone at the second. He walked slowly out from the woods; there was plenty in their garden that he could hide behind right up close to the washing line. Could he be a thief though thought Scott? Guilt swarmed over him but then he thought of the sudden alternative's trying to navigate his way home through the woods, that smelled so unfamiliar or facing another human being, where he would only be admitted to the police station or hospital. He didn't want to go down that road. No he opened the small wire gate at the back, and crept over to the line grabbing a shirt and some trousers before darting back into the woods. He stared at the clothes momentarily, would these people miss them? "Oh I'll return them later!" he mumbled to himself whilst dressing. The clothes were large and slightly wet but that didn't matter he just needed to figure out a way home. He let go of his human side slightly allowing all the different scents and sounds to come forth hoping to gain a better idea of where he was. He didn't recognize anything. He strolled round to the road, no shoes, but he was presentable to a degree. He wandered how long he'd been, there was no indication of a time around but he prayed his mother hadn't worried.

A sudden gush of memory's returned, the day he changed scorched strongly in his mind, the pain made him shiver slightly but he ignored it. His wolf memories were less formed basic colours, mainly red he remembered a kill, a stray cat, was it a hard catch, it was easy. Scott felt slightly repulsed by the image but he had to eat. The neighbourhood was quiet, just how Scott liked it in case someone recognized his garments, the roads names he'd never seen before but he strolled down the road like he'd lived there his whole life. He reached a busier road many cars parked along it with a few local shops and a pay phone and cafe called Burke's. It didn't look high class. He had no money but wandered if he could borrow some from the cafe, it seemed possible. The shop was small neatly decorated, pale blue walls, it was near empty. A man sat at the bar having coffee, there was a phone. Scott's heart jumped. Best to make a good impression. He walked up and sat at the bar two seats away. Grabbing a menu for something to do.

"No school lad?" the man said, Scott turned to him. He was old crooked back bent over the counter clasping a red mug in his hand.

"No, day off" Scott got right to the point, "Could I ask a favour could I have some lose change to use the payphone outside, I've lost my wallet" it sounded convincing, the man looked Scott up and down no shoes, a faint stain of blood still on his face, his hair a mess, it was pitiful. The man seemed to understand it wasn't the truth and that Scott wasn't going to tell him anymore. He reached into his pocket producing some spare coins.

"Here you are lad" he said in approval.

"And also where are we by chance, I need to tell my friend where to pick me up, how far away from Beacon Hills are we?" he took the money clasping it hard in his hand hoping the answer wasn't going to be too far away from home.

"You're in Charlton, about an hour away from Beacon Hills!" God he'd travelled far thought Scott and it was scary to think he didn't remember doing it either!

"Thank you" Scott took the money and headed back out onto the street, he went up to the payphone, oh crap he thought, he forgotten how to use one. It took a moment for him to put in the money and punch the numbers in, he couldn't remember the owner of that number but it came from his mind easily, he hoped he'd remember their name after.

He waited the phone began to ring,

Once

Twice

Three times,

He waited out for an answer; tensing slightly his patience wasn't at his highest, finally he heard a crackle on the other end, and a familiar voice with no name. "Hello" it was a boy's voice. Scott's knees nearly buckled, he held himself up breathing heavily. He knew this voice.

"Hi" he said, the voice didn't reply for a while, Scott waited out hoping for an answer.

"Scott" it said, His heart jumped, yes, yes. Scott slowly began to recognize that voice, the name suddenly hit him. Stiles. How could he forget that? But then his memory, still felt very blank.

"Can you come get me?" the question seemed vague and even though he knew the answer would be yes still tensed leaning against the side of the wall.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Charlton, do you know where that is?"

"God how did get all the way over there? Don't worry I'm on my way what road you on, I'll nick Dad's sat-nav!" Scott sensed a slight chuckle looking around for a road sign, Fern Street it read.

"Okay, Fern Street" was all he could reply with. Scott hadn't felt weak in ages but he felt utterly but for once he was ready to collapse.

"Okay I won't be long, well about an hour, Allison will be so pleased your human again!" his voice ended slightly higher, a happy tune. He hung up. Luckily the street wasn't long so he could easily see when Stiles would arrive. Allison would be happy he thought, she'd missed him, perhaps or she was just worried. He hoped she'd missed him, He missed her.

The time moved slowly, not many cars passed so Scott's game of how many red cars could he counts collapsed quickly. He thought about home how his mother may be feeling although he could have only been gone a day he didn't know, he thought not the relief in Stiles voice when he answered was enough to tell it had been a while. Maybe Stiles had found Derek and told him? Maybe he knew why it happened? Derek had never told him about shifting into a real wolf before. He had so many questions to ask. He looked up at the sky the clouds rolled across peacefully watching the clouds made the time go quicker and finally he saw the jeep roll past slowly pulling up and the side of the curb where Scott sat. "Hey" said Scott opening the jeeps door.

"Well... how are you?" asked Stiles turning down the radio as Scott got in.

"Yea well I'm alright more interested in what's been happening at home?" he inquired fiddling with his fingers as stiles pulled back out onto the road at speed.

"Well the teachers think you've been at home quite sick, your mum believes you have been staying at mine, and Allison misses you... You know" Scott smiled.

"Really!" it seemed un-believable from the distance she'd been showing him lately.

"Yea, she went and found you in the woods you know, you wouldn't let her get near but...Still that doesn't sound like someone who dosen't cares!" Stiles stared across at Scott noticing the baggy clothes and blood on him, "Where did you get the clothes then?" the guilt returned he'd been trying to forget about it knowing he'd never return the clothes, he hoped he hadn't nicked anything prized. Scott didn't reply. "Oh I see, well in desperate situations there's no harm in being a thief, way better than if I had to come here and find you naked!" he laughed as if Scott had never left.

"Yea I Suppose! How long has it been exactly?" he asked, the car slowed as the roads suddenly became more familiar.

"A week" A week thought Scott how did his mum not worry, A week and no-one found this unusual, his face screwed up "I've got your phone by the way, and yes I've read your messages, been sending reply's to cover up for you, I think your mum may be slightly annoyed at you for I only texted her obviously but she seemed quite miffed by that!" he glanced across "what did you kill!" Scott rang his hand through his hair the blood scrapped off onto his hand.

"I don't know I think a cat" he said honestly, trying to recall the memory once again.

"You don't remember" remembering was a human thing; all Scott had to rely on was instinct which wasn't always the best thing. He thought about the wood the music which it sang, the soft musk scents that were still close on him. To stiles he must have still smelt strong of wolf.

"No, it took me ages to remember who you were I had to hear your voice on the phone before I knew your name!" he didn't want to admit it but he was a crap liar! "I think wolf memories work different to humans, words don't seem to fit in my brain only images and smells!"

"Makes sense you know, I came and gave you food once noticed you'd came up behind my house at first I thought you'd remembered me but then I tried to come close and it was clear your doggy brain had no clue!" Scott remembered, the meat mainly it was the best thing he'd tasted in a while the memory of Stiles was less define is a nice way to put it.

"Thanks" Scott said.

"For what?"

"The meat and this lift!" he sighed tired overwhelmed him he turned his head to look out the window he was almost home.

"No problem, well... I love how you remember that!" he said harshly. Scott sighed he was too exhausted to argue, a fear rose inside of him as he realized his house was close, what would he say? What project had he been working on with Stiles? he had no proof of any project he'd done! Stiles pulled up at the house, the light was begging to leave. The house seemed taller, alien; a different world from what Scott had been living in. Scott said once again thanks and made his way to the door, No-one was in it seemed. He opened the door walking in, the smell was strong in front of him, over powering almost there was no mistake in it. blood. His heart beat raced, as he looked quickly for the source. The kitchen. Pots, pans were scattered on the floor the chairs up turned with the sticky red substance caked on the floor behind the island. He moved slowly round scared of what he might see. Lay there his mother, dead he couldn't tell! She was on her back in a gruesome pool of blood. Scott grabbed his phone dialling numbers as quickly as he could.

A voice answered "I need help" he said!