**Okay, so I am trying so hard to finish my Just A Series. But I have three stories that I will not get out of head. So, I am now writing mutiple stories. I will finish my others (Just A Series and What If Series) but I needed to get these out there and get a feel if there is interest in my finishing them or not. This will be slow going until I finish my others. So, Chapters may just pop up randomly. Hope you enjoy. **

Who Hit the Reset Button?

With a gasp I sprung up and out of bed. What the hell just happened? My hands skimmed over my chest and stomach but… there was no blood, no bullet wounds, yet there was a bandage on my side. So maybe only one bullet struck. Looking around I saw that I was in my room. How? Who brought me here? And why did it not look the same? Actually, it did look the same, the same as it did… three years ago. What the hell is going on?

I grabbed my phone from my nightstand. Wait, is this my old phone? This was shattered sophomore year when Derek threw it against a brick wall. I checked the date, September 9, 2011. What the hell. I pulled back the bandage on my side to see a fresh bite, Peter's bite. Rushing to the bathroom, I took a look in the mirror. 16. I'm 16. Again. I'm a new wolf. Again. What is going on? Who the hell hit the reset button? Checking out every angle in the mirror nothing's changed. Changing my eyes, red. Well one thing has changed for sure.

Wait. If I went back in time, which is a trip in half to even think about, then did everyone else? Stiles? Lydia? Oh God, Malia. I scrolled through my phone contacts to check. No Lydia, no Malia but there's Stiles. Heading back into my room I hit connect, pacing while it rang.

"Hello…"

"Stiles. I need your help. Something weird is happening. I don-."

"Psych. Sorry, can't come to the phone right now. Lea-."

Growling I hung up.

Okay, I'm sixteen again. I was just bitten the night before. Which means today is first day of classes and… Lacrosse tryouts, meeting Stiles in front of the school and explaining that I was bitten. But did he come back with me? Or will I have to explain this all again to him? Oh, shit Derek. I have to find Derek. What do I do first? Stiles or Derek? Panic setting in I looked around my room again. I can't go through this all again. I need… so many things. What do I do?

"Stiles, I need Stiles. I can worry about everything else later." I reasoned with myself. Dressing quickly, I grabbed my bag and gear and headed out the door. I know I usually take my bike, but I was feeling antsy.

While running I tried to run through all my previous memories of my first year as a wolf, trying to put them in order and figure out how I was going to explain any of this to Stiles. I almost tripped over my feet when I realized today was also the first day, I met Allison. Allison who died in the previous life. Allison, my first love. I could have a second chance and make things right between us. Thoughts and flashes of Malia ran through my head and my heart ached. She was still wondering the woods as a coyote. I didn't meet her until junior year. We didn't date and fall in love until after we graduated. My heart cracked at the thought that I wouldn't see her, be with her until then. I don't know if I can go that long without her.

The school came into view, and I pushed myself faster, almost getting hit by a Porsche in the process. I was barely able to avoid it by jumping on the hood and off just as quickly. I didn't even need to look to see who the driver was, and I knew I would hear about it soon, but I spotted Stiles pulling in and rushed to his car.

"Stiles. Man, we need to talk, like now." I told him hurriedly.

"Dude, did you run here?" he asked stepping out of his ancient jeep that has survived a whole hell of a lot.

"Yeah, but that's not important." I told him just as I was shoved in the shoulder and turned around.

"What the hell. What did you think you were doing?" Jackson yelled at me.

"Yeah, sorry about that." I told him, waving him off and turning back to Stiles. "Some-."

"Hey, I'm talking to you McCall." Jackson said reaching for me again. Grabbing his hand before he could make contact, I turned back to him.

"I don't have time for your shit today. The car is fine, not even a dent. Back off." I told him.

"Or what?" he asked, stepping into my space. Growling lowly, I gripped his wrist harder, feeling the give of bone and muscle.

"Or we see how well you can play lacrosse with one hand this year. Now back the hell up and get away from me." I told him. He tried not to let pain show on his face before I let go and he yanked away holding his wrist.

"Yeah. Okay. I guess we'll settle this at tryouts." He said backing away, then turning, and heading into the school. I turned back to Stiles who was looking at me open mouthed.

"Scott, what the hell did you just do? He's gonna crush you at tryouts. I thought you wanted to make first line, not tomorrow's obituaries."

"I'm not worried about that, right now." I said rolling my eyes. I have to tel-."

"We need to talk?" the familiar female voice said behind me before grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the school. Lydia. Wait, does that mean she remembers? Stiles was again open mouthed as he stared at his obsession walking with me. I shook my head at him but followed along.

Finding an empty office, she closed the door and pulled the shade before turning to me. Crossing her arms and giving me her patented sophomore year annoyed expression, she sighed. Not knowing exactly what she wanted I wasn't going to offer information or make a guess. I watched her watch me. I've known her long enough now to be able to wait her out and after an unsettlingly long time she finally spoke.

"I have no freaking clue what is going on, but I woke up this morning knowing I had to find you, but I am not completely sure why." She said.

"Okay. I'm not sure what to tell you. I don't know either."

"So, we are both at a loss then. And I'm stuck with this stupid feeling and weird dream that won't leave me alone." she huffed.

"Wait, feeling? What feeling? And what dream?"

"I had this stupid dream last night and you were in it. But you had red eyes and you turned into a monster or something. But you were protecting… someone or something. Then you bit me, but it wasn't like you were trying to kill me, it was like…" she stopped, trying to find words to explain.

"I was trying to change you?" I asked.

"Yeah. Exactly like that. Do you know what it means?" she asked tilting her head.

"What feeling did you have?" I asked her. She studied me and hesitated.

"I feel like… I can trust you, implicitly, for some reason. Which makes no sense since I barely know you."

Sighing I ran a hand through my hair hearing the warning bell ring in the background.

"You know me better than you think." I whispered. "Look, I can't explain right now. But I will. First I need you to do me a favor."

"Why?"

"Because it will help, I promise. Ask your mom about your grandma Lorraine and her partner and then ask her about Meridith Walker."

"Wait, what? How do you know about my grandma and the lake house? And who is Meridith Walker?"

"I don't have time right now. I need to talk to Stiles. Just do it. Once you do that I will explain as much as I can, okay?" I asked her, beseechingly. She studied me again then rolled her eyes.

"Fine. Whatever. But you better explain afterwards." She said opening the door.

"I will. I promise." I told her. We exited to see not only Stiles walking by but Jackson as well. Groaning, I rushed to my locker not ready to deal with that accusation just yet. Grabbing what I needed I made it to class just in time. I took the seat right next to Stiles who was fuming silently and ignoring me. Before I could say anything to him my eyes caught sight of Allison, just like before, sitting on a bench outside rummaging through her bag and talking on the phone. And just like before I could pick up every word she was saying.

Though my heart stuttered at the sight, it wasn't the same as the first time. Since it was in my arms she died in, that was the last memory I had of her. Seeing her now, though expected, alive and nervous but smiling was a shock to my system. A sharp intake had me gasping for breath for a minute. Stiles glanced at me then did a double take.

"What the hell…" he whispered staring at me.

"What?"

"You're… eyes…how?" he asked, blinking. I could smell his anxiety rising.

I hadn't felt them change and quickly closed them to change them back.

"Better?" I asked, opening them. He nodded slowly still staring. "Look, I have some stuff I need to explain to you. After practice I will tell you everything. Okay?"

He nodded again.

"In the meantime, just know," I leaned in closer. "There is nothing going on with me and Lydia. At all. But I will explain that as well."

"Yeah. okay." he nodded before turning back to the front. But I could see him relax a bit and his anxiety lowered.

I kept my head down and listened as the vice principal led Allison into the school. The closer she got, the more her scent, so familiar, registered with me. Her heartbeat, her voice. I could feel my own pulse rising and took a minute to try to focus and concentrate on not changing. I was pass spontaneously wolfing out, but this was much too overwhelming. I tried breathing and then tried for my anchor. In the beginning it was Allison, then it was me. It stayed that way until recently when my anchor became… Malia.

I focused on her smile, her eyes. Our first kiss, our first time, our last… I pulled up every memory I had of her and let it work its magic. I had to find her. I couldn't go through all of this again without her. I needed her, not in a year, now.

I kept my head down as she was led into the room and introduced to everyone. Do I follow the same script? Do I preemptively hand her a pen to use or wait and see if she asks for one? It wouldn't do any harm to give her one, right? Even after we broke up we were still friends, great friends. I still want that friendship. But I could do without reliving the heartache. Though I don't think that will be an issues since my heart already belongs to someone else.

I thought so long and hard about how to handle this that I missed when she sat down beside me and startled when she tapped me on the shoulder. Turning I came face to face with my past… or future as it is.

"Hi, do you happen to have a pencil I can borrow?" she smiled shyly.

Not knowing what to do I just stared, memorizing everything I could. She was just as beautiful as she had always been. I remember every moment we had together, every smile, every touch, and every kiss. But I also remember the pain of losing her. the pain of watching her die, of hearing her say she loved me before her last breath. Though I was fond of the memories and would always hold a place for her in my heart it wasn't the same. I was truly over that part of my past. But what does that say for the kind of relationship we can have now? most of us getting closer was because of me being a wolf and us working together to battle enemies. It was something to think about later.

Her smile started to fall, and her face redden since I had yet to say a word. Blinking and shaking my head to clear it I offered her a smile.

"Sorry, yeah here you go." I said taking out a spare from my bag and handing it to her.

"Thanks." She said softly, taking it.

We both turned to the front as class began and I spent the whole time thinking about the last three years of my life, or what will be the next three years of my life. There was so much to think about and plan for but first I needed to talk to Stiles.