Teen wolf does not belong to me in any way - I couldn't resist another update because URGH giving me life this story. Hope you all enjoy and please lkeep reviewing, thank you :)

She felt her entire body beginning to melt, as if every atom and particle inside her was liquifying. To most people, that would be terrifying and downright abhorrent. To her, it was a welcome relief.

She would take feeling nothing over feeling everything.

The walls of the bathroom stall began to wave and split, funny little circles and stars swarming her vision.

This is why she leaned more towards injecting... because the hit was instantaneous. Something that someone like her, who lacked patience, much appreciated.

She didn't know how big of a dose she took, but when she looked down at her body it was as if she was hovering hundreds of feet above it. Like her consciousness had completely separated from her corporeal form and floated to a totally different dimension.

She didn't fight it. She allowed her fucked up brain to find the moments of peace she so desperately craved, whilst her body - slow and clumsy - tried to exit the bathroom.

The complete disconnect was the only thing keeping her in check right now. Which was ironic considering her mind was being thrust through every single possible universe out there, making her think she was some sort of alien life force ready to inflict terror and war on earth.

This was definitely going to be a fucked up trip.

But, then again, was it anymore fucked up than her actual life?

"Do you want me to go look for her?"

Stiles, whilst agitatedly biting his thumbnail, shook his head at a guilt-ridden Scott, pacing back and forth along the hospital corridor.

"No. No you two stay here" he mumbled, "someone needs to keep an eye on Lydia".

"I should've gone after her" Scott said, clearly kicking himself as Allison linked her arm through his comfortingly, "she looked so lost. I just believed her when she said she needed some air".

"It's not your fault Scott" he sighed, panicked and sweating as he ripped his tie from his shirt collar, "I should've stayed awake and kept an eye on her. She's not acting like herself tonight".

He had seen it since The Hale house. Like something had switched inside her. A new kind of broken that he hadn't seen before.

"What if she's gone to finish what she started with Derek?" Allison asked shyly, a nervous glint in her brown gaze.

His mind flashed back to her raw and futile anger. Standing in the middle of the clearing, energy buzzing all around her. Then, horrifyingly, the snap of white hot lighting erupted from the sky.

If what Allison said was the case, then Derek better watch out.

"Maybe" he considered, but he wondered if she had chosen a more destructive path. After all, she said it herself... that was what she did best.

His worry and panic increased tenfold, dropping the tie to rows of plastic seats and ran his hand over his hair, trying to not let his mind wander to the worst-case scenarios.

Unfortunately, he was too late. His mind was already there.

"I'll take a drive" he decided with an affirming nod, "keep your phones on. If I need help, I'll call".

He turned around, ready to raise heaven and high water to find her safe but, much to his surprise, she was already wandering up the corridor towards them.

A rush of relief surged through his veins, breathing a sigh of relief that she came back to them - back to him - but that was soon gone when he noticed how dishevelled she looked. Her navy crew top was slipping off her shoulder, one arm ripped as if someone had taken scissors to it. Her hair was messy and tangled whilst she only had one Converse on, her other foot completely bare.

He had a terrible sneaking suspicion, but he didn't want to entertain it. Feeling like he was doing a disservice to her if he suddenly thought the worst.

He called out her name, rushing towards her. Scott and Allison hot on his heels.

"Hey, what-what happened?" he asked, cupping her cheeks and tilting her head up towards him, "Kayla, talk to me".

She wasn't able to focus on him, her jaw slightly slack as she stared somewhere above his head, swaying in his arms.

"Kaylz?" he demanded, slightly louder than before, his panic increasing tenfold, "are you okay?"

It was as if she couldn't hear him, stuck in her own little world.

"Stiles..." Allison whispered in dread, standing next to him and peering at Kayla with anxious eyes, "look at her pupils. She's taken something".

There it was - the worst-case scenario he didn't want to entertain, feeling like if he did he was betraying her. Only now, looking at her pretty green eyes that were almost swallowed whole by pitch-black pupils, he couldn't deny it anymore.

All the pain, all the pressure, it made her break.

He should've realised sooner. She told him how bad she got with drugs and alcohol after her family died, why didn't he put two and two together that this could be a possibility? In one night, her entire world crumbled. He was naive to not consider she could end up this way - but then again, that was him. Naive. Stupid and naive.

"Oh Kaylz" he whispered, his heart breaking for her. Knowing she would be beating herself up for this when she sobered up.

"Does she need help?" Scott asked, "she doesn't look so good".

He didn't know. He wasn't an expert at this kind of thing. Hell, he hadn't even had a drag of weed like most teens had. Did she need help, or did she just need to ride this out? Or was she struggling and overdosing? He didn't know. He didn't know the signs, but in this moment he wished he had paid more attention in health class.

"Kaylz?" he asked again, holding her cheeks and trying to get her to focus on him, "what did you take?"

She was rigid, but swaying. Completely unaware he was there.

"I'll get my mom" Scott said, "she can help".

"Scott, wait" he called out, forcing Scott to stop and turn around, "this needs to be kept on the down low. If her mom finds out about this..."

Maybe he was being selfish, but he hated the idea that Kayla's mom could punish her for this lapse by sending her away to rehab again or taking her from Beacon Hills for good.

After everything, she didn't deserve the wrath of her mom too.

Scott swallowed nervously but nodded. Rushing away to track down his mom as Allison came to stand next to him, a frown etched between her brows.

"It... it looks like some sort of psychedelic drug" she whispered, "that's why she doesn't know what's going on".

"Psychedelic? Like-Like LSD or PCP?"

Allison nodded glumly, nodding to an empty hospital room.

"Maybe we should take her in there for a bit of privacy?" she suggested, taking one of her arms and allowing Stiles to take the other, guiding her into the room even though her legs had stopped working. It was like trying to manoeuvre a block of wood.

They managed to get her in, trying to coax her to sit down on the neatly made bed but, despite her stiffness, she pushed them away half-heartedly, still looking towards the ceiling.

He was worried sick. Seeing her in this state elicited a very primal response in him. Not only did he want to look after and protect her, but he wanted to kill whoever helped give whatever she had taken to her.

"It's okay, it's just us" he tried to reassure, "it's just Stiles and Allison. We want to help you".

She didn't appear to understand what he was saying, blearily pushing away at his hands that were trying to reassure her.

"Stiles..." Allison warned gently, tugging on the back of his shirt, "be careful. She could get violent".

He didn't know enough about drugs to contest that, but he didn't think she would lash out at them, even if she was off her face.

Well... he hoped.

She began pacing, her neck still craned back and it was only when she got too close to the window, reaching out for it, did he indistinctively jump forward and coax her away.

"Okay, okay, definitely not" he said, "you're going nowhere with tall heights".

Just as he pulled her away from the window, Scott and Melissa came in, shutting the door behind them.

"Do you know what she's taken?" Melissa asked, straight away in nurse mode as she walked up to them.

"No-No idea" he replied, hovering close to her, not trusting anyone to look after her.

Melissa realised his overprotective stance, laying a hand on his arm.

"It's okay Stiles, I've got it".

If it was anyone but Melissa, he wouldn't be inclined to believe them. However, Melissa was trustworthy. She had proven herself to him time and time again.

Eventually, he took a step back, sharing a concerned look with Allison and Scott.

"Okay, Kayla, honey, can you hear me?" she asked, taking out a pen-size flashlight and holding it up to her eyes. "Do you know what you've taken?"

She didn't respond. Instead, she just continued to stare wide-eyed at the ceiling.

"We think maybe some kind of psychedelic" Allison chirped in, "her pupils are dilated".

"I agree" Melissa nodded, "I'd just feel better if I knew exactly what".

"Can you not just give her Narcan to counteract it?"

He didn't know much about drugs, but Narcan acted like a reversal right?

"That only works for opioids" she corrected, "like heroin or fentanyl. Luckily, we can rule those out. They're incredibly dangerous".

Melissa managed to get her to sit on the edge of the bed, wrapping a blood pressure cuff around her arm and pumping it up, whilst they all stood nervously by with bated breath.

"Is she going to be okay?" he cut in, unable to stand still, "what's happening to her?"

Melissa sighed, turning to look at the three of them.

"Scott was saying her mom shouldn't be notified about this?"

"She's the last person that should know about this" he grumbled, "she's not… understanding. She'll blame her".

Melissa bowed her head in understanding, stroking Kayla's hair in a kind of motherly way.

"Okay, well, the good news is she's not overdosing. Her vitals are all to be expected. I'll need to keep her here to monitor her though, for her safety and start her on an IV drip. She's having a pretty intense trip. My best guess would be ketamine".

"K-Ketamine?" he asked, "like that stuff they give you for pain relief?"

"Anesthetic, yes" she corrected, "it has dissociative effects. How did she react when she found out about who caused the fire?"

Immediately, they all stiffened. Allison dipping her head in shame.

"Uh… badly" Scott offered, "she wasn't… coping well".

Understatement of the century.

"She just wanted a break" Melissa smiled sympathetically, "if she was intending to do herself harm, ketamine isn't usually the drug of choice".

He breathed out a long sigh of relief, scrubbing a hand down his face.

Deep down he knew that, but he still worried. Hating the thought that he had missed all the signs.

"She's going to be just fine" Melissa reassured, "I'll start this IV drip and sit with her through it. It shouldn't last any longer than another half hour or so".

"But can't we-"

"No. She's my patient now and because she can't advocate for herself, that makes her my responsibility. When she comes out the other side and feels up for visitors, I'll come and get you".

"But-"

"Stiles-" she interrupted with a caring smile, "-I've got this. She's going to be just fine".

"Stiles, come on" Scott encouraged, taking his arm, "she's safe".

"Okay, okay" he surrendered, a little quip of agitation burning beneath the surface, "but if she isn't-"

"Then I will let you know" Melissa promised, "but that's not going to happen. She's going to be all right".

From the drugs, maybe. From everything else? He wasn't so sure.

Reluctantly he let Scott drag him from the room and out into the corridor, feeling like he left his heart behind.

"You heard my mom. She going to be okay" Scott said, "she'll be okay.

"Yeah… yeah, I know" he mumbled, clearly not even believing his own words as Scott sat down with him, Allison pacing in front of them.

"Stiles, what is it?"

"You both know, right? About her addiction?"

They both nodded somberly, as Allison muttered "bits and pieces".

"What if what's happened makes her… makes her feel like she has to turn to that again?"

Because, when he thought back, so little time had passed since her rock bottom. Too many stressors in such a short space of time were bound to spell disaster.

"Peter?" Scott asked nervously.

"Not just him" he disagreed, "finding out about the fire, the dishonesty from her family, having Derek betray her like that… It's a lot of shit to happen, Scott. What if she can't handle it?"

Neither of them knew what to say to reassure him, leaving him stewing in a pool of his own anxiety and fear that had begun to eat him alive.

When she finally came down from her intense and all-consuming K-hole trip, she didn't feel any better. The pain that she hoped would go away, was still there. Lingering just below the surface. Reminding her that even drugs couldn't fix her in the long run.

She went to rub her eyes but tugged at something tied to her hand, blinking and looking down to see an IV taped to the back of her hand.

What the hell?

Ignoring the pain, she pulled it free. Not wanting whatever was in it - especially if it was meant to help her.

"Kayla" a voice called out, making her look up, "how are you feeling?"

It took her a few seconds, but she finally recognised the person as Melissa standing at the foot of the bed she was in, a kind but concerned expression on her face.

"Fine" she lied, her voice weak and groggy as she looked around the hospital room, "why… why am I here?"

"Just a precaution" she said, slowly moving to sit on the edge of the bed next to her, "and for your safety. You were a little out of it".

She knew she was just being polite… she had been completely off her face.

"I would've been fine" she mumbled, "I know how to take care of myself".

"I know you do, but I wouldn't be a good nurse - or mother - if I didn't look after you".

She rubbed the back of her hand where the IV had been placed, smearing the small blood spots that escaped and tried to look anywhere but Melissa's warm and endearing brown eyes, so much like Scott's it made her feel a little guilty - as if she was letting them both down.

"Let me guess" she muttered bitterly, "this is where you tell me I'm being forcefully sectioned or some shit. Maybe another jaunt back to rehab?"

Surprisingly, Melissa shook her head which caused her to frown in disbelief, giving the nurse a suspicious look over.

"Well-" she snorted, "-I'm sure my mother will fix that. Maybe this time it'll be boot camp for disobedient and troublesome girls out in the back of bum fuck nowhere".

"Kayla, honey, I haven't called your mom".

Now that she was surprised about.

"… Why?" she asked, glancing around the room in wariness, thinking maybe this was just some kind of sick joke or lie to get her to open up and trust her.

"Because Stiles asked me not to".

Stiles… oh god…

She deflated at his name, her shoulders sagging. A sick sense of guilt twisting through her veins.

"He really cares about you, you know" Melissa whispered, a smile tugging at her lips, "it's nice to see".

"Yeah" she mouthed, picking at the hospital bedding entangled around her legs, "I know".

Maybe, after tonight, that wouldn't be the case.

"You have a difficult relationship with your mom?" Melissa asked gently, "Is that why he didn't want her finding out?"

Difficult wasn't a complicated enough word for the relationship they had.

"Something like that" she grumbled.

"I saw your hospital records" she continued, trailing off like she expected Kayla to say something - maybe object or get upset - but she didn't have the energy to react.

"Yeah, and?"

"You had a lot of hospital admissions last year".

"Overdoses, you mean" she corrected, "and yeah, I did".

"You were in a coma".

"For two days. It wasn't that serious".

"Where was your mom during all this?" Melissa asked softly.

"Grieving her other kid and wishing it was me that was six feet under. What's your point?"

"So you were all alone?" she continued, tears blurring the older woman's eyes making Kayla wonder why she was getting upset. She didn't even know her. Why wasn't she judging her like everyone else?

"Sometimes" she replied carefully, "I had a… a… someone".

"A boyfriend?"

"A someone".

"Is that the someone that broke your ribs?"

"What is this? An intervention?" she asked, "because I don't need one, and I don't need some second-hand sympathy".

"Is that someone still in your life?" Melissa continued.

"No" she shook her head, failing to omit the fact she still had Aiden's number - just in case.

"Good" the nurse smiled, "you've come a long way".

"And yet somehow, I still feel like I'm there".

"I just ask all this because… because I'm worried about you. I don't intend to involve anyone else at this stage, but given your history…"

"I get it. I'm a liability".

"You're a… cause for concern" Melissa said delicately, "what did you want to happen when you took those drugs tonight?"

She understood these lines of questioning - she had them multiple times before. Melissa was trying to figure out if she was at risk of topping herself.

"If I wanted to die, I wouldn't have chosen Ketamine. That's for amateurs" she answered bluntly, probably the most honest she had been with someone else - and herself - the entirety of the night.

"Then what was the reason?"

She bit her lip, looking down at her hands.

"I just… I just wanted to stop the pain for a little while. That's all" she whispered, "to stop the world spinning".

Surprisingly, Melissa reached for her hand. Her grasp reassuring and grounding.

"Please, Kayla" she nearly begged, "talk to someone when you feel like this. I don't want you to end up down that path again and be the one zipping up your body bag".

Her words, although shrouded in concern, cut through her like a knife. The full realisation of what could happen if she kept slipping hitting her like a ton of bricks.

For months, she was on the verge of death. Teetering and tantalising close to the edge. Back then, she didn't care what happened. Now, though, she had something to live for. No - survive for. She had to be the bigger thing here. She couldn't allow herself to get swallowed by her demons. Even if sometimes the fight didn't seem worth winning.

"I don't want to die" she reassured Melissa as honestly as she could, hoping she would believe her. "My life may be shit but, knowing my luck, my afterlife would probably be worse".

She tried to make the nurse laugh, but her dark humour was met with a disapproving head tilt.

"That's not funny Kayla" Melissa deadpanned.

She snorted, "It was a little funny".

"Are you reassuring me you're safe? That you're going to continue to be safe?"

"Yes" she nodded, "I hate hospitals. Believe me, I don't want to be back here".

Good" Melissa finally smiled, "and I'm sorry about the fire. I know it doesn't help, or bring back those you lost, but knowing who finally did it must bring some kind of closure?"

The fire…

"Uh… yeah. Yeah, I suppose it does" she shrugged, "but she's dead. She's not going to face real justice".

"I remember when it happened" Melissa mused sadly, "I was working that night. When we heard, we were told to prepare for survivors. Nearly everyone in the hospital rallied together to get all the supplies and medical equipment we could need… sadly, there was only one".

Two. But Melissa wasn't to know that.

"How far back did you look at my medical records?" she asked, causing Melissa to frown.

"Just the last year or so, why?"

Could she trust her enough to tell her and let her help?

She must've looked unsure because Melissa reached out, squeezing her hand.

"What is it?"

"If I tell you something, do you promise not to tell anyone?" she asked, much to Melissa's surprise.

"I… as a nurse, it's my duty to report certain things-"

"I was in the fire" she interrupted before Melissa could spiel off a whole rant about confidentiality and reporting, "and I need to know what my medical records say from that time".

"What?" the nurse asked in shock, "you… you were a survivor of the fire?"

"My family covered it up" she admitted, "Peter… Peter saved my life. I don't remember much from-from that time, but I want to find out more. I want to remember".

It was like opening Pandora's box, as dangerous as it could be, but she needed to know.

"Why would your family hide something like that?"

"I come from a pretty fucked up family, in case you didn't realise" she tried to joke, but her voice was pretty flat, "Melissa, please… I don't know who else to trust with this. No one else knows I remember bits and pieces, but I think something else happened around that time. Something worse than just not remembering".

Ever since finding out, she had a sinking feeling that the reason no one told her she survived was because it caused something much worse to happen - the snowball effect, so to speak. Laura would only take her memories for a reason, especially given the fact she was so new to being an Alpha. It would've been dangerous and unpredictable, so why did she do it? Something wasn't making sense, and she wanted to find out what.

"You think there's something in your medical records?"

"A kid in a house fire? There had to be injuries or something. I need to start somewhere".

Melissa rubbed her forehead, a stressed crease between her brows.

"And you want to remember?"

She wanted her own memories, not Peter's. Some would argue she wasn't stable enough for that, but she was capable of making her own decisions. If she had any hope of dealing with this earth-shattering event, she needed all the answers. Not just the ones people wanted her to have.

"Yes" she replied, "this is me taking back control of my life".

Melissa still seemed shocked, like a feather could knock her over.

"Okay" she conceded, "I will see what I can do".

She nodded in thanks, giving the older woman a smile.

"Scott's lucky to have a mom like you" she mumbled, not usually so open and vulnerable as she was now, "I hope he realises that".

"And you're lucky to have some great friends out there" she said, "they've not stopped worrying. Do you feel up for visitors?"

Honestly, no. At this moment in time, she couldn't face their sympathy or worry. Least of all from Stiles. It would just make her feel more shame than she could cope with.

"Uh… can I just have a little time?" she asked, "I don't… I don't know what to say to them".

"Of course. You take your time. I'll give you some space to organise your thoughts".

The space she needed was only an hour. Just an hour to freshen up, fix her face and make herself look a little less washed out and half dead, slapping her cheeks to bring some colour back.

Luckily, her other Converse had been placed at the end of the bed with some fresh hospital socks, which meant she didn't have to be awkwardly shoeless on her right foot, slipping it on and lacing it up.

She didn't think she would ever truly stop being a mess, or a liability, but she could try.

She was willing to try.

She left the hospital room, just barely managing to close it behind her when she was ambushed by Stiles, who smothered her into a rib-crushing hug.

"Thank god" he mumbled, "I was so worried. Are you okay?"

She tried to answer, but he had knocked the breath from her lungs and didn't seem to be letting go anytime soon. Leaving her to just wait patiently until he pulled back, looking down at her in concern.

"Kaylz?" he asked, "you good?"

"I'm fine".

"Don't bullshit me" he whispered, cupping her chin and tilting her head up, "of course you're not okay. After everything that's happened-"

"Stiles" she interrupted, placing a hand on his chest and feeling his thundering heart beneath his shirt, "I'm going to be okay".

"I'm sorry I didn't see the signs" he sighed, tears clouding his vision, "if I noticed-"

"Hey" she said, lifting her hand from his firm chest to place her fingertips over his mouth, "don't blame yourself. I'm responsible for myself. I shouldn't have taken what I did and… and I'm sorry you had to see me like that. That wasn't fair on you".

"F-Fair?" he spluttered, "what? Why are you worried about me?"

She glanced down shamefully, but his hands didn't let her move her head, clinging onto her for dear life.

"I'm a mess" she admitted shamefully, "I guess I just didn't want you to see how much of a mess I actually was".

"You're not a mess" he disagreed, "or a disaster, or any other derogatory terms you come up with to punish yourself. You're Kayla. And I'm so happy you're okay".

She could feel the honesty rolling off him, truly relieved and delighted she was genuinely all right. It felt weird, but strangely nice, to have someone in her corner.

"Thank you for staying" she whispered, making a small smile break out across his face.

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be".

He was slow and gentle as he leaned down to brush his lips against hers, her heart fluttering in response. If it wasn't for Scott's soft, but deliberate, cough she could have fallen headfirst into his lips forever.

She pulled back, smiling at the awkward boy.

"Your mom's an angel, by the way. You lucked out there".

"Yeah" he agreed, "she's pretty great. I'm glad you're okay".

"Where's Allison?" she asked, hoping to talk to her brunette friend and finally hash out their differences.

"She had to leave" Scott replied, watching as Stiles intertwined his fingers with her own, "sneak back before breakfast. If her parents knew she was here with us… with me…"

She winced, "Yeah. We'd probably both get chopped in half".

"Something I'd rather avoid".

"Touche" she snorted, "any more news on Lydia?"

"They've moved her from critical care" Stiles explained, "she hasn't woken up yet, but the 'infection' they thought she had seems to have disappeared".

"That's good" she sighed in relief, "that's really good".

"Uh oh" Stiles gulped nervously, "my dad's here. Act cool. Act not guilty. Oh God, we haven't figured out what to tell him about any of this and-"

He was rambling, only shutting up when his dad got closer, swallowing back his babbling.

"Boys. Kayla" he greeted, although his smile and face were tense, his expression beyond exhausted, "how are you all?"

They all mumbled something along the lines of 'good' and 'fine' but he didn't seem to be paying attention to their answers, his pale gaze focusing on her.

"Um… boys, can you give Kayla and me a minute to talk?" he requested, making her stomach drop. She had a feeling what this was about - that feeling being Brian.

"No, it's okay" she cut in before Stiles could object, "whatever you need to ask me, you can ask in front of them".

The sheriff sighed, adhering to her wishes.

"Do you know about Brian Murdock?"

"I heard he was dead, yeah" she nodded, "can't say I'm that cut up about it".

"Murdered" he corrected, "he was murdered".

"Right".

"You had a history with him"

"Dad-"

"Stiles. Not now".

"It's okay" she squeezed Stiles' hand, "he's just doing his job. It's a murder investigation. It's not personal. And, yeah, I suppose I did. He did wrongly accuse my cousin of murder, remember?"

"And he was harassing you" the Sheriff pointed out, "did that escalate?"

"Meaning, did I kill him? No" she said confidently, "we… fought. At the dance. He tried to force himself on me, so I punched him. Scratched him. That was it".

Three pairs of eyes were watching her carefully, a range of emotions from sympathy to rage burning in them.

"Are you saying he…"

"I'm saying he was an entitled jerk. It was all just a game to him. A guy that doesn't like being told no. So yeah, we fought, but I didn't kill him, Sheriff".

She didn't, but her father did. But he didn't need to know that.

"I don't believe you did. I just needed to ask" he stated, "so when you last saw him, he was alive?"

She kept her expression neutral, her poker face immaculate.

"Yes" she lied, "he was alive".

"Okay" he nodded, "that's good enough for me. The force his neck was broken at doesn't point to you, anyway. More like a three-hundred-pound wrestler".

"If I can be of any more help…" she offered.

"I know where to find you" he smiled, "and, in the future, if you get any more bother from anyone, please come and see me".

Her heart melted a little at that offer, finding it strange for someone - especially someone in law enforcement - to have her back, especially given her history.

"Yeah" she whispered through her small smile, "thanks Sheriff".

He turned and walked away and, only when he was out of earshot, did Stiles turn to face them.

"If that asshole wasn't dead already, I'd kill him again".

"He got too close" she shrugged, "there should be like a two-foot barrier around me at all times from now on".

"No, he was a dick even before you got that weird horny power".

Upon being reminded of that, Scott took a step back almost comically, his eyes going as wide as dinner plates.

"Relax Scott" she laughed, "I don't want your little friend to come out and say hi".

He blushed, remembering how turned on he got being too close to her.

"And let's keep it that way, yeah?" Stiles insisted, "at least until we figure out how to stop it".

"Well, we can't ask Peter anymore. I guess that just leaves…"

"Your mom and Aunt?"

"Yeah" she sighed, "I think it's time we spoke to them. Maybe, finally, they'll tell the truth".

A/N) Urgh, my heart. I can't deal with supportive and non judgy Stiles. But just wait till he tells her he loves her... oh my god, that's gonna be EPIC beyond belief, trust me ;) lol

I hope you all liked. Sort of filler to bridge the gap, and lead nicely onto the official start to season 2 and Kayla taking control of her life again after her blip. And Melissa and kayla I can't deal. She's so gonna be a surrogate mom and role model for her haha So I hope you enjoyed, and looking forward to hearing your thoughts :)