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"It's just one more lesson," Stiles smiled at his girlfriend as they hung by her locker, he kissed her forehead casually, an arm rested above her head as he loomed over her. "Then that's it."

"Why does that last lesson have to be History?" Lydia softly bumped her forehead against Stiles' and he smiled, a hand grazed her waist.

It was the last day of school ever, and Lydia was both happy and sad and she didn't know how that could be. She knew Stiles wanted those three months back of school that he'd missed during the Wild Hunt, but he wasn't going to get it, so she felt partly bad when she complained about school not ending already.

"Because life can't be that good to us." He replied simply, like he was stating a fact, although he smiled when he said it. The second bell rang, which signaled the start of class. Lydia couldn't imagine a day where she'd miss that sound.

"We're late." Lydia chided as she slammed her locker shut and gently tugged Stiles to their classroom, to the last lesson of the day.

There was a weird sense of calm in the class, along with the buzzing excitement that this was the last time they'd have to sit at their small, lone desks and pretend to pay attention. Lydia had never felt more elated, and she loved education and learning new things, she did, but she hated this school because it reminded her of everything that ever happened. Reminded her of all the people that once happily roamed these halls that weren't here anymore.

Lydia's seat was behind Scott's, next to Malia's and diagonally behind Stiles'. It almost annoyed her. It annoyed her how she only had this angle of Stiles, if she was sat where Malia was then she'd be able to admire the nape of his neck, the moles that are scattered behind his ears, his broad shoulders...

But, of course, she was here to learn, but not today. Today would be a chilled lesson where they would be allowed to chat with the people around them.

The lesson passed like a breeze, and before they knew it they were all staring at the clock counting the last seconds of what it felt like to be a child.

Ring.

It was now music to Lydia's ears. The last of that she'd have to hear, and it made her buzz inside slightly. No more Beacon Hills, she could focus on college, she could focus on maintaining a good relationship with Stiles.

"Have a great summer everyone," Mr Croft, their History teacher said.

"No." Stiles muttered as students around him swept their books into their arms and flung their bags over their shoulders. Everyone was making a beeline for the door, and Lydia didn't blame them. If it weren't for Stiles she would run out the doors with them too.

"To the seniors, I'll see you at graduation." Mr Croft continued as he packed his things away and then left. At the word 'graduation' Scott turned behind to Lydia and patted her desk excitedly. All they've both worked for is this moment, to have graduated from High School and it was nearly theirs to get. And they were actually alive.

"No, no, no, no." Stiles' face fell down as he turned around in his seat, Malia offered him a sad smile but Scott gave him one of pure happiness. "That's it? What?"

"Last day ever!" Scott beamed, but it was so much more than just their last days. Yes, they've worked for this since forever but it was a right of passage. It meant they were alive, that after all those times in this school and they almost died, they were finally leaving. They were finally leaving Beacon Hills behind.

"Well, it just feels so anti-climatic." He sighed sadly and Lydia's heart sank slightly, he'd never enjoyed school- gave him too much anxiety -but now he had to leave and he wasn't ready. That's what hurt Lydia.

"Well, there's the whole graduation thing." Lydia reminded him like it was the most obvious thing in the world, she tried to reassure him.

He shrugged, not reassured.

"I've gotta go to summer school or I can't do the whole graduation thing." Malia sighed, Lydia knew she was stressed about doing summer school but Lydia had already promised she'd help her pass. It reminded her of when she thought she would be a Junior still while they would all be Seniors, even then she managed it.

Scott turned around, his eyes sparking when they set on Malia, he smiled and pointed to her. "Let's do it."

This made Malia smile, and Stiles and Lydia shared a knowing look. Then they all swept their books into their arms and began to leave the classroom.

"No," Stiles moaned. Lydia looked behind and smiled at him, she admired the way his lips were formed in a pout. "C'mon, wait guys! This can't be it."

Lydia made a point of turning the lights off as she left.

When he left the classroom it hit him how this was his last time walking down these halls. This was the last time he'd hear the same kids chat as they walked. This was the last time he'd go to his locker before it was given to a different student, a freshman, who maybe would be as hyperactive as him or maybe a jock.

He found it bizarre how he was sad to leave the place that made his anxiety peak.

"I can't believe we're not in High School anymore," Scott exclaimed, his smile stretched so wide it made his eyes squint.

Stiles reached for the books in his locker and shoved them disgracefully into his bag.

"It kinda feels like nothings really changed." He said, and Stiles was going to agree but then he thought for a moment.

They started the school awkward and lame. They were finishing with Scott being an Alpha Werewolf and they actually had friends and had had girlfriends which they thought would never happen to them. They started school with people who weren't even on earth with them anymore.

Then he looked up and met Lydia's eye as she closed her locker, a smile of amazement on her face. She saw the note he slipped in there this morning. He'd always wanted to do that, it's what he'd dreamed of since forever, so it made him happy he'd gotten the chance to do it.

Remember I love you.

It was simple, something so significant in their relationship that Stiles was reminded of it everyday. She smiled at him, her lips pressing together somewhat shyly as the dimples in her cheeks popped.

Stiles started Beacon High with the world's biggest, most obsessive crush on Lydia Martin. She didn't even know he existed and now he was leaving the same school in a relationship with her. It made his heart thump a little faster.

"Everything's changed." He told Scott as he looked at Lydia. His eyes glued to her beauty. He saw Scott out of the corner of his eyes smile proudly at his two best-friends.

They'd made it.

Stiles isn't sure when he made the decision to give Scott his jeep, but he knew it felt right when he did. There wasn't anywhere for him to keep it at George Washington and he knew if he kept it at home it would practically die if it wasn't being used. Plus Scott didn't have a car himself, he had his motorbike but that wasn't suitable when he needed to go out and get his own groceries.

Stiles told himself this wasn't a permanent parting from his jeep, that he'd have it back once he'd finished training in the FBI. He also told himself this wasn't a permanent goodbye to Beacon Hills, that he'd be back here again.

"So, Liam-" Stiles said as he shut down the bonnet of his car, after he checked that everything was as in tact as it could be. "Since you're the new Alpha now-"

"I'm not an Alpha." He interjected as he leaned against the back of his jeep with Mason by his side.

"Right, well Alpha in training-"

"Well, I'd have to kill an Alpha." Liam told him nodding.

Stiles dramatically rolled his eyes. "Well, since you're taking over, the most important thing to remember is that Mason will always be the one to save your ass all the time." He pointed at him, which earned him a very happy smile from the boy.

"Not all the time." Scott reasoned, after realizing that Stiles was the one that saved them in almost all cases, and he was the human.

"Most of the time though." Stiles said, a small smile formed on his lips. He held his finger up when he talked. "Which is why, I think you're gonna need this."

He reached into the trunk and pulled out his baseball bat that developed over the years. After he'd smashed it over the twins' head one time, he had to buy a new one. Something better than wood. It was metal, and seemed to do the job better than claws and fangs.

"Oh, I don't play baseball." Mason smiled at him, as if this was all a big misunderstanding.

Stiles continued to hold it out to him. "Right, neither do I. It's- It's not the point."

So Mason took it slowly, as if he was unsure. "Thanks?"

Liam looked perplexed and Mason just smiled, then they nodded to Scott and Stiles and left. Stiles expected a massive than you from them, although he was seeing them the day he was leaving.

"Love you, guys!" Stiles called out as they walked away, Liam rolled his eyes as he laughed and Mason threw an arm around his shoulders.

Stiles could feel himself begin to well up at the thought of this being one of his last moments with Scott, especially at school. "I leave you with this." He held up his role of duct tape and handed it to him. "You know, hurt her and I'll kill ya."

Scott laughed lightly. "You sure you won't need it?"

"It's okay. Lydia's gonna drive me down to D.C." He paused, suddenly awkward by the fact that Scott may be thinking about the two having sex. "She wants to help me move into my dorm, so-" Stiles changed the subject. "You know she's starting MIT as a junior? How'd you even do that?"

"I- She's a genius." Scott smiled and nodded They're all so proud of one another, proud of what each of them has achieved.

"Real question is, how'd you get into UC Davis?" Stiles joked and Scott laughed because it really was a miracle. He remembered telling Kira about it one night when they were alone, and he remembered thinking how far fetched it was.

"How'd you get into George Washington?" Scott joked back.

"I don't know. Your dad, uh- big FBI pops made a call to the little pre-FBI program." Stiles explained, he shook his head as he said it, realizing that this was his future now. All his for the taking, he could mold this into whatever he wanted, he could start over with everything. No nightmares. No anxiety. Just him and his relationship with Lydia and the hope that him and Scott could be as strong as ever.

"Pre-FBI." Scott echoed.

Stiles had a wave of nostalgia hit him. He remembered the night he dragged Scott into the woods and he was bit, he'd never regretted that night despite all the pain and grief and anxiety it gave him. He savored it instead, because it was the start of something new. Even after being erased from his life for three months doesn't make him regret it.

"Well, I guess we're not the same kids running around the woods looking for a body." Scott said quietly, sadly.

"No, we're not."

"You know, you can keep the jeep." Scott tried again, but Stiles wasn't taking it.

"No, I want you to have it." He reached into his pocket and dug around for something, then revealed a small ring with about a dozen keys on them.

"Oh, Stiles." Scott sighed as the keys were placed into his hand. "These aren't the keys to your jeep."

"Well, that's one to your house, another to your room, uh- it's the master key to the school, Animal Clinic, key to the Sheriff's station. Just figured you should have all the copies I secretly made. So yeah." He finished explaining. There was something so Stiles about the situation that it made something so warm and fuzzy swell in Scott's chest he isn't sure how he ever forgot this kid.

Stiles looks longingly at the High Schoolers laughing and walking out of the school building. He feels sad that this part of his life is over, but also delighted he can move on.

"They still need us." He sighed. It was something very hard for him to understand; that he had to let go. He had to leave Beacon Hills behind, maybe even the supernatural.

"They'll always need us."

"And, you know, I need you." Stiles said, almost embarrassed by the confession, like it was something new. "You know that."

"I need you too." Scott replied, and Stiles believed him. He thought back to all those times he saved their asses, how his long, sleepless nights that consisted of research actually had paid off.

"I'm gonna miss you." Stiles choked up, he'd dreaded this day since forever. He wanted to go to the same College as Scott, one right next to Lydia and Malia somewhere near by. That wasn't happening, and he knew it, he hadn't accepted it until now.

"No, really, I need you though, uh- I lost my license in the Hunt. So you have to drive." Stiles sighed, he tried to lighten the mood. His mood.

Scott chuckled lightly, a sound Stiles would miss. "Your dad is the Sheriff. I'm sure he'll let it slide. You drive." He tossed the keys at Stiles which he skillfully caught.

It felt weird, getting into his jeep and driving away from the school one last time. It didn't feel right, he felt like Lydia and Malia should be here, they'd made it together after all. Although there was such a sense of wistfulness in the situation that Stiles loved it. He didn't like that not all of the pack was here, with him, but he loved the fact Scott was. Someone he'd missed immensely when he was taken.

Automatically, the radio turned on as Stiles started the engine. "Unit Four, repeat. You're telling me there's a body in the woods?" It was Stilinski on the radio.

Stiles and Scott exchanged a glance, eyebrows raised.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. There's a body in the woods." An officer they didn't recognize said.

Stiles actually considered it, really considered it. He thought about driving to the clearing and seeing what was going down, how bad it was. All he really wanted was an excuse to stay, an excuse for the pack to remain the pack.

But the look Scott and Stiles shared was what made him realize he was crazy for thinking it. They raised their eyebrows at one another, and Stiles wasn't sure about Scott, but he was thinking about that fateful night in the woods.

He thought about when it all began.

Malia was around Lydia's for dinner that night because since Kira had gone they'd been a bit lost without her. Especially Malia. It had become regular for them, they'd go over notes or watch a film, or talk because when they thought about it they only really had each other. They had learned to accept that it was enough, and Lydia wasn't ever going to find someone like Allison again and Malia knew she couldn't be anywhere near something like Allison was to her. But their friendship and loyalty was enough.

"But what if I don't pass?" Malia whined, so Lydia flopped down on the bed next to her and gave her a sympathetic look, eyebrows tugged together.

"What did I tell you?" Lydia sighed. "I won't let you fail summer school, end of."

Lydia couldn't imagine what it would be like having to do more work on top of work. She couldn't comprehend how someone wouldn't understand half what she did, but she secretly enjoyed teaching Malia. It was practice for when she'd be teaching Mathematics at Colleges and winning the Fields Medal.

Malia stared at her for a moment, as if judging whether she was lying or not. "Promise?"

"I promise." Lydia held out her pinky, and Malia took it. "Now, can we please talk about something else?"

As much as Malia needed to pass, Lydia knew it wasn't good if she stressed about it before it had even begun.

Malia shot up, making Lydia almost fall off her bed. "Let's talk about you and Stiles."

She should of known this was going to come up, it's all Malia had wanted to hear about for days. Lydia blushed and buried her head in her pillow. She admired Malia for how honest she was, and was grateful she didn't mind her and Stiles dating, but Lydia had problems with talking about her feelings. And she wasn't sure that Malia understood that.

Although, she felt it was normal to do this, with a best friend. It's what she used to do with Allison but, no-one had replaced her, Lydia hadn't let anyone replace her.

"What about me and Stiles?" Lydia's nose scrunched up adorably as she tried to hide her blush. Although Malia could hear how fast her heart pounded, or smell the chemo signals.

"You can't runaway from love forever." Malia reminded her as she leaned back down onto the bed, using her elbow to prop her up.

Lydia knew she should find it weird that she talked to Malia about Stiles, but it felt so comfortable with her she couldn't help it.

"I'm not running away from it," Lydia told her, but Malia had her eyebrows raised."At least not anymore!"

Malia chuckled which caused a little smile to form on Lydia's face.

"How are things between you two?" Malia asked, she fingered a thread on Lydia's throw, and she watched her finger fiddle with it. Anything not to hold her gaze. She'd read her like a book.

But Lydia didn't know how to answer the question.

How do you describe something so rare and exciting as their love? How do you describe the feeling of your heart bruising your rib-cage just at the thought of them? How do you describe the way he says her name like it's poetry and how it makes her feel inside?

"Perfect," Lydia settled for. Malia wasn't a hopeless romantic, she didn't care for all the heart-swelling details, so she never bothered with them. "He's just so-"

"Hot?"

"Gentle." Lydia amended, but laughed at the coyote. Malia softly smiled at her, and Lydia wondered if he'd ever been like that with her or if she was thinking of Scott. She'd known from nights in with Allison how Scott used to treat her, he was a gentleman, beautifully raised by a woman who had been disrespected by men before.

"Have you two done it yet?" Malia whispered. Lydia didn't have the chance to stop the heat from creeping into her cheeks because she'd least expected this from his ex-girlfriend. Without thinking about it she threw a pillow at her head.

"Malia!"

"I'm just curious!" She laughed throwing the pillow back, but Lydia covered her rosy face with her hands. Was she really going to answer that?

When Lydia lifted a hand off her face she saw Malia looking at her, and they both burst into fits of laughter.

"No." Lydia squeaked, and not because she's embarrassed -they've been dating two weeks- but because she knew that he'd slept with Malia before they'd even made it official.

"Oh," Malia frowned. "Why?"

"It's just," Lydia shook her head, she ran a hand through her hair. "I think we're just waiting."

"For what?"

"For when I take him to D.C." Lydia admitted with a shrug. "It's like we make out, or sleep in each others bed and the urge is there. On both parties, believe me but-" She shook her head again. "I think we're saving it as our goodbye."

"Just because he's living at D.C. and you'll be at Massachusetts doesn't mean you're breaking up." Malia reassured her. "The way he loves you, I've never seen anyone love harder."

Lydia looked at Malia then, realized how that might of been hard for her to say, or at least admit because she loved him once. She realized how much she appreciated her, admired her. She'd knew she was spending more time with Scott because his ways were rubbing off on her, she thought it was sweet.

"You think so?"

"I know so," Malia smiled. "You and Stiles are gonna last a very long time."

And Lydia believed it.