I saw her for the first time passing me, acting like she couldn't care less not just about me but about...well everything. It didn't matter how determined she could look; I always saw through her façade. Her strawberry blonde hair, her dimples, her smarts; any guy who was interested in her wouldn't even think about how smart she actually was. She was beyond book smart, she knew about anything and everything. Well...almost everything. That's not the point; the point is that she was all I could think about for the majority of my life. I don't know when exactly it was when I fell in love with her, it just happened one day. Things felt clearer, lighter, and I tried so hard not to break out into the world's biggest smile when she said my name.

"Stiles..."

"Stiles..."

"STILES!"

-When Death Comes-

"How long?" the Sheriff asked Melissa. They stood in the single bedroom, Stiles motionless on the bed, in the hospital. "How long has he been..." Melissa grimaced at the underlying fear and anger.

"He's been unconscious for almost three hours now," her voice soothing and firm. "It took a while for paramedics...the car was so..." she wasn't sure how to phrase her sentence. If she said too much about the scene of the accident, she feared she would upset him too much. She was afraid to say anything due to the fact that he no doubt held himself responsible for not being reachable until well after Stiles had made it to the hospital.

"John," she said comfortingly. "There's nothing you could've done."

"You don't know that," he said desperately, grasping his son's hand. "If I wasn't dealing with another report I...I could've been here for him. He…he was still awake when he got here. I…I could've held his hand…comforted him…" Tears were quick to overcome him as he sat, leaning his head near his son's arm. Melissa watched, torn, as her friend broke down in front of her. She too could feel tears prickling at her eyes; Stiles was like her other son and seeing him like this was heartbreaking, almost too unbearable.

"I'll give you a minute," she said quietly as she slipped out of the room. She brought a hand to her mouth as she tried to compose herself when she saw her son sitting across from her.

"How is he?" Scott was quick to ask, standing up as soon as he saw the door opening. "How's he doing, is he gonna be ok?" Melissa took a step closer to her son, even though she knew no matter how quietly she spoke he would always hear her.

"He has a broken leg, a few broken ribs, but those are the least of our concerns. Because he wasn't wearing a seatbelt…he's suffered a very serious concussion, it's hard to tell at this point if his brain is damaged or not."

"W-what does that mean, when is he gonna wake up?" she put her hands on his shoulders, an attempt to calm him down.

"We can't tell what's wrong until he wakes up, and we don't know when that will be. We can't force him to wake up, he has to do so on his own. Scott, he'll be ok, he's a fighter." Scott pulled away, hands rushing up to push his hair back as he paced.

"I just wish that was me in there instead of him. Mom, I was sitting right next to him when he hit the tree, and I walked away without any injuries."

"You're also a self healing werewolf Scott."

"But that's just it!" For a slight moment Melissa could swear he growled and his eyes shown red. Scott let out a long sigh as he dragged his hands down his face, coming to rest at his hips. "I wish I didn't get the bite." He turned to make his way to the exit.

"If you didn't get the bite, you'd be worse off than Stiles." That caused him to stop in his tracks. "Scott please, I couldn't handle losing you. If it was you in that room instead of Stiles, I wouldn't be able to do my job." The tears that she tried so hard to stop now freely flowed down her cheeks.

"This isn't easy for any of us Scott, so please don't say you wish it was you. Your life as a werewolf puts you at a much higher risk of potential death and I don't know how I handle it sometimes. I just…I don't know what I'd do without you." By now Scott had turned and engulfed his mother in a warm hug, a small smile at his lips.

"I'm sorry," was all he said when he let go. "I'll see you at home."

-When Death Comes-

Malia Tate…Hale…whatever last name she goes by now. I didn't know what to think when I saw her at Eichenhouse. I guess a part of me was surprised to see a familiar face, but I was also saddened. Maybe not sad but more so worried. I wondered why she was at a place like that, but I guess I found out why after she punched me in the face. How was I supposed to know her dad would send her there after being reunited? I honestly thought I did her a favor, but…

Never did I think I would loose my virginity in the basement of Eichen house either. I checked off a lot of first things with Malia…but for some reason I can't seem to connect the right feelings and emotions a boyfriend should have when thinking of their girlfriend. I knew I had become her anchor, but why did I become her boyfriend? Because I was thinking with my…I was just so happy and shocked that someone liked me like that, that I was scared if I didn't reciprocate the feelings I would forever be a virgin for the rest of my life. I hopped into a relationship without really thinking if I wanted to be in one with her.

A part of me felt like crap, not because I literally felt like shit, but because all my romantic emotions and feelings were geared to a certain strawberry blonde…

"Stiles…"

"…wake up…"

"Stiles…"

-When Death Comes

Malia walked into the lobby of the hospital only to see Lydia sitting in the waiting room. An uncontrollable wave of both jealousy and anger washed over her. It took everything in her being not to change in the middle of the lobby. Why? She questioned to herself before marching over to the banshee.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, her tone sharp and cutting. Lydia merely looked up, already expecting the werecoyote's attitude.

"He's my friend…"

"He's my boyfriend, and I don't like the fact that you're here…" Lydia stood up almost getting into her face.

"Malia please, he's my friend and I care about him. I'm not ashamed to say that I love him. The fact that he's your boyfriend means nothing to me if he's lying unconscious in the hospital. Nothing is going to prevent me from seeing him." The growl emitting from Malia ended as soon as it started thanks to Scott.

"Malia, hey what are you doing?" he asked firmly grabbing her upper arm to pull her slightly away from Lydia. Scott could feel Malia's emotions, intense protectiveness and just as intense worriedness.

"You're scared," he simply said. That made Malia freeze.

"No…" her voice was low, a slight quiver in it.

"Malia, the bond between you and Stiles is never going to change. He'll always be your anchor if you choose it. You don't have to be in a relationship for the anchor to work." Scott hoped his words were getting through to her, that he was helping and not just angering her further. "You're scared that you'll lose him just as much as Lydia. For now, you should care about being there for Stiles." She turned her head to him, understanding and guilt showing on her features. He carefully let go of her arm and the three of them backed up a step giving each other space.

"Are you ok?" She gave a limp nod.

"Yeah, come on Lydia let's go see him," she said void of most emotion as she started walking to Stiles' room. Scott gave Lydia a set nod almost as if he was giving her the ok to go, and she followed behind Malia.

Malia came up short when the pair reached the room. She could see him on the bed motionless, and froze with her hands slightly shaking. With a concerned but reassuring look on her face, Lydia placed her hand on Malia's shoulder somehow giving her the courage to open the door so the two could walk in. They each took a spot on either side of him, seeing the room empty of visitors. Lydia hesitated in reaching for his hand, but did so ignoring the quick look Malia gave.

"Hey Stiles," Malia said, sighing out of disbelief. "I don't…I don't know if you can hear me but…It's Malia…"

"And Lydia," the strawberry blonde added.

"Lydia's here too…look we…" The pause made Lydia switch her attention from Stiles to Malia. In this moment she felt bad for her, she could tell that she was uncomfortable about the situation.

"Just, talk to him like normal. He can hear you," Lydia said quietly trying to hide her doubt in her small smile. Malia nodded while taking another sigh before continuing, this time placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Listen, we hope you wake up soon. It's weird not hearing you talk a mile a minute or seeing you constantly moving. I'm…Just wake up soon." With that she placed a quick kiss on his cheek and left the room. Lydia was confused as to why, but didn't chase after her fearing it would make things worse. So she walked around to the other side of the bed, and sat down holding his hand.

"Stiles, you know you scared all of us. Well, maybe not all of us but definitely the pack…and me. I have to agree with Malia in that it is super weird seeing you like this…but it's not the first time for me. I remember when we were kids, way back before all of this werewolf supernatural stuff. We were on the playground, you and Scott doing your own thing, and me doing mine. I remember looking over at you two playing on the monkey bars, you of course weren't using it the proper way because you were crawling on top of the whole thing, which I have no idea how you managed to get up there, but the moment I looked at you…you fell. You misplaced your hand and fell, hit your head on the bar, and landed on your stomach face down. I remember stopping what I was doing and running over to you. Scott and I moved you onto your back and…you looked just like you look now…peaceful." A clearing of a throat brought her attention towards the door to see the sheriff.

"I remember that day," he said with a small smile. "Nearly scared me half to death but Claudia knew what to do. I was relieved that he hadn't seriously hurt himself, and was back to running around the playground minutes later." Lydia smiled, remembering how the rest of the story played out. "Don't let me stop you, I was just coming to get my jacket. I got a call at the station." He didn't sound too thrilled to have to leave his son alone again.

"It's alright, I can stay with him while you're gone," Lydia offered. The sheriff muttered a sincere thank you while brushing Stiles' hair before leaving the room.

-When Death Comes-

A/N: So new story! Let me warn you now this whole story will be a rough draft. I'm currently on tour for Drum Corp International and won't have set weekly updates/times or have a good layout of each chapter but bear with me! For those of you that don't know what Drum Corp is it's basically marching band to the extreme and each corp spends the whole summer traveling around and across the US competing in shows leading up until the championships when a winner is announced.

That being said, I'm uploading and writing this story while I'm on the road so I apologize now for the mistakes!

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