I don't own the amazing TV show that is Teen Wolf

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Scott McCall stood, watching his very diverse pack setup for dinner in front of the newly reconstructed Hale House. It was the weekend before graduation and everybody wanted to spend as much time together as they could stand. The Pack only had the summer before everyone would scatter to their prospective colleges. They had all decided to live nearby; but it wouldn't be like living in the same town or going to the same high school.

The thoughts of never going to high school again led Scott to reminisce on just how much his life had actually changed since he and Stiles had started Beacon High. Nothing had turned out the way they'd imagined. He snorted at his own understatement. Hell, he was surprised they had even survived all the crazy shit that had happened to them. Kanimas, hunters, nogitsune, and psychotic alphas were just a few that sprung to his mind. The Pack had probably been blessed with some equally insane luck, as some sort of cosmic balancing act, to combat said crazy shit. One wrong turn and things could have turned out a whole lot differently.

Scott shook himself out of his darkening thoughts. Today was going to be a good day and he was going to bask in it. Plus, why jinx it.

The Pack had decided to move into the refurbished Hale House as soon as the school year ended. The running logical argument was that it would give their parents a taste of empty nest syndrome while the teenagers were still around to be appreciated. There were a lot of rolled eyes. It was also the perfect place to store all the stuff they couldn't bring with them to school. They were all going to move right back in, anyway, once they were finished.

Life was definitely going to be interesting with a full house. Derek insisted that packs usually lived together. He had told Scott that the pack he lived with in New York had even owned an entire apartment complex. So it really wasn't that different. It wasn't like they wouldn't have enough room. Hale House might as well have been a mansion. Everyone got their own rooms and everything.

Actually, that had been a sticking point. Each member got their own room out of necessity, not luxury. Sure, it was going to be crowded, but everybody deserved their own space. If Scott had learned one thing about having a pack full of teenagers; it was that no relationship was set in stone. He watched as Allison playfully flicked Isaac's nose with ranch. Nearby, it looked as though Jackson was trying really hard to win Lydia back from Aiden. If Lydia's flirting was anything to go by, he might even have a fighting chance.

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Stiles was helping Malia carry out a ginormous rack of ribs. Who would have seen that relationship coming? He gave her a peck on the cheek and ambled over to Scott, "Whacha thinking?"

"Hmm?" Scott hummed, still lost in thought, "Nothing… Do you remember way back when?"

"Let's see," Stiles put on his intense concentration face (which made Scott think Stiles may have been constipated) and started stroking his nonexistent goatee, "Well, we started kindergarten a little over 13 years ago. If I recall, you were quiet fond of paste… or was that me?"

"No, dude. I mean the whole werewolf thing?" Scott corrected.

"Oh. How could I forget!" Stiles poked an accusing finger at his best friend, "You started acting all freaky and wouldn't tell me what was up."

"Yeah, after you talked me into looking for Laura Hale's body. In the middle of the night. In the freaking woods. On a full moon." Scott argued. "And then Peter bit me!"

"But we did find the body," Stiles pointed out.

Scott's reply was a bit exasperated, "And accidentally got Derek arrested, on purpose."

"Ahh, good times." Stiles grinned.

Scott frowned at his best friend in disapproval. But he couldn't keep it up long, as a giggle escaped him at the absurdity of it all. That set Stiles off. They laughed so hard that they had to hold on to each other to keep from falling over. The Pack, used to it, ignored the two weirdos; but they were all sporting grins of their own. Amusement was contagious and if their alpha was that relaxed, then everything must be AOK.

Scott sobered, "You know, if you hadn't talked me into going out that night, none of us would be here right now enjoying this."

Stiles wiped away a tear from laughing so hard. "Ironic, huh?"

"Yeah," Scott agreed.

"Nothing like a dead body to bring a family together." Stiles commented off-handily, not realizing that his filter had failed yet again.

Scott stared at his best friend. Stile, whose brain had caught up to his mouth, just stared back until the silence became uncomfortable. "Dude, morbid much." Scott finally said as the Yukimuras pulled up. He left Stiles standing there in favor of greeting his girlfriend, Kira.

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Long shadows stretched across the table as the afternoon wore on, the sunset turning the oaks a pretty golden hue. Diner was winding down and the Pack was slipping into a good food coma. The conversation was subdued but companionable.

Then, there was a loud crack and a flash of light. The Pack was on their feet and in defensive positions within seconds. Scott would have been proud of them if he wasn't so focused on the unexpected distraction happening a few feet away.

Three people were suddenly standing in front of the Hale House. A man, bearing a striking resemblance to Stiles, let out a startled, "Da'fuck just happened?"