Erica creeps down the stairs, trying to make her feet tread as lightly as possible. She's just finished rocking Francesca after almost an hour and the baby is finally asleep. Once she hits the last step, she pauses, listening closely for her daughter. She sighs with relief when all she hears is silence from upstairs.

From the main floor, however, Erica hears light chatter and laughing. She rolls her eyes and moves into her living room, joining her pack. Well, part of her pack. All of the werewolves plus Stiles. Lydia and Allison are having a girl's day, and Nolan is stuck at home completing placement exams for Dartmouth.

Eyes casually glance her way as she perches on one of the arms of the couch next to where Camilla sits.

"Are we ready to begin?" Derek asks the group impatiently.

Everyone nods, but before the pack meeting can begin, Erica speaks up.

"Just another quick reminder that my precious little angel is asleep right now and if any of you wake her up, she will turn into a soul-sucking demon and I will kill you for it."

Camilla chuckles and looks up at her blonde-haired friend, "You do realize that we are friends with an actual demon, right? And he's actually not that bad."

Erica scoffs, a smile tugging at her lips, "You know what I mean. I have nothing against Nolan's kind. What I do have a problem with is people who wake up my daughter before her nap is over. You've all been warned."

With that, the conversation turns to the reason the group is meeting today: Lillian St. James.

Derek claps his hands together and asks the group, "So, what do we got?"

Scott clears his throat and begins, "Well, Camilla and Nolan began looking further into Eichen House, but they couldn't get access to Lillian's files, which wasn't a surprise."

"I suggested hacking but someone opposed to that," Stiles scoffs, half-glaring at Scott.

"Buuuuuut, me being the smart little cookie I am, I checked out the visitor log to see if anyone came in to see little ol' Lillian St. James," Camilla adds on, smiling. "You guys remember that ugly Jennifer bitch?"

"I'm glad I don't," Erica mutters, trying to ignore her pang of jealousy.

"Well, Lillian was barely in Eichen House before she started getting regular visits from her," Camilla finishes, a satisfied look on her face.

Derek nods slowly, taking in the information.

Isaac takes the lead next, saying, "The visits were pretty regular, at least once a week. But then they just stop. Probably after Jennifer… you know. No one else has been in to visit Lillian since then."

Derek sighs, "Well, it's interesting, but what can do with that?"

"We keep looking," Jackson shrugs, looking upon the group for any other suggestions.

"I think that's all we can do at this point," Erica agrees, her hand playing with one of the strings on her pink sweatshirt.

Camilla looks around, then announces, "Okay, meeting over! Everyone keep looking and searching and whatnot. Good job werewolves and Stiles. Time to go enjoy the June sun." She wastes no time as she lifts herself off the couch, pulling Isaac along with her. Her black shorts ride dangerously high in the back, not that she cares.

"Bye friends!" she calls out, though not too loudly as Erica's warnings are still fresh in her mind.

Erica slides from the arm of the couch to the couch itself, taking Camilla's spot. She closes her eyes for a moment before opening them again and speaking.

"You know, Scott, maybe turning her wasn't such a bad idea. Our meetings are a lot shorter with her around," she states, glancing over at the Alpha with a pleased look.

Scott shakes his head and chuckles, "Thanks for the approval, Erica."

"Anytime," she smiles back. Derek moves from his seat to the spot next to Erica's on their couch, and in one quick movement, drapes an arm around the girl.

"Well, thanks to Camilla's down-to-business attitude, Erica and I have some time to ourselves before Fran wakes up, so get the hell out of my house," the dark-haired man demands plainly, a smile on his face. Despite his facial expression, Stiles, Scott, and Jackson all knew if they didn't leave in the next thirty seconds, they would regret it.

"See ya!" Jackson replies quickly, hopping out of his chair and mainlining for the door. The other two follow his lead as they mumble their goodbyes and exit the Hale house.

TEEN WOLF

Lydia opens her mouth to speak and closes it before she's able to get a word out. After a moment, she opens it again only to shut it once more, her eyebrows come together and a frown spread across her lips as her mind whirs – trying to find the best way to phrase what she wants to say.

"Lydia," Allison begins as she tucks her hair behind her ear, "sweetie, we have been sitting here for twenty minutes. What's going on?"

"I… I don't know," Lydia responds, frowning harder.

"You don't know?"

"I do know. I do. Only… I don't know. Or I don't want to know, rather."

Allison sighs, "You need to clarify."

"It's Stiles," Lydia states.

"It's Stiles?"

"Yes."

"Okay… what about Stiles?"

"I have to break up with him," Lydia responds, "he and I… we have to end things. Sooner than later and I just–"

"You're just having an aneurysm?

"Excuse me?"

Allison raises her eyebrows at her best friend, "Lydia. This is Stiles we're talking about. The boy who has been in love with you longer than Ross has been in love with Rachel. He's pathetically in love with you, he's like that guy who tried to kill the President to impress Jodie Foster pathetically in love with you – and you want to break up with him?"

"Yes," Lydia says, swallowing hard.

"Why?"

"Because… being with him makes me lose myself. And I don't want to stop being… me," Lydia says as tears well in her eyes, "he's staying here and I'm going to Yale, but… I don't want to. I want to stay here too. I want to give up Yale to be with him and I… I can't do that because that isn't me."

"But…"

"No," Lydia whispers, wiping away a tear, "no. I can't make excuses to say with him. I can't have a but, I had all sorts of buts with Jackson… and with Aiden… and I don't want that with Stiles. I love him too much to have a but."

Allison opens her mouth to speak and instantly shuts it. Instead she stands up and walks over to where Lydia sits on her bed and wraps her arm around the girl.

"I love Stiles… I love myself more," Lydia says shakily. "I love myself more."

TEEN WOLF

Jackson slams the boy against the door. Hard. A gasp escapes his lips at the impact and just when he catches his breath, Jackson connects his mouth to Nolan's then in a moment of passion and slowly begins to kiss his way down the boy's neck. The werewolf pauses the kissing briefly to rip the half-demon's button down shirt open, the buttons making a soft thumping noise on the floor.

"Hey," Nolan sighs, "you ruined my shirt."

Jackson laughs in response.

"I loved this shirt," Nolan says as Jackson begins to unbutton the boy's pants.

"You love me."

"As much as I loved this shirt?"

"More than," Jackson responds as he slips his hands down the front of Nolan's black boxer briefs.

The auburn-haired boy gasps and breathes, "I… I don't know if that's true."

Half an hour later the two boys come apart. Nolan dropping down onto the right side of his bed, breathless, sweat glistening over his forehead. He smiles and a laugh falls from his lips as he says, "I do love you more than I love that shirt. That shirt never got me off like that."

"And aren't you lucky to have me forever?" Jackson responds, his hand running over a hickey on his abs that he knew was slowly disappearing with each passing second.

"Forever?"

"The way I see it, once we get through college and I get done with med school we'll set up shop in the city or we'll migrate back to California – someplace bigger than Beacon Hills; LA or San Francisco, someplace you can get a good writing job and I'll work at the hospital and then somewhere along the way we'll get married and…"

"Married?"

"…and maybe we'll adopt kids or we can convince Camilla to carry a baby for us. I'm sure if you asked she would say yes, and if she donated the egg our kids and her kids would be related which would be kind of cool and…"

"I have to go," Nolan whispers. He sits up, feeling dizzy.

"Where are you going?" Jackson asks, "Nolan, babe, it's the middle of the night."

Nolan gets out of bed, his bare feet sticking to the hardwood floor. He hurries to his dresser and grabs his favorite, old Dartmouth shirt out of the top drawer and yanks the jeans Jackson had removed not that long ago, forgoing underwear, and hurries out of his room. The boy darts to the stairs, passing a shirtless and confused Parrish as he goes down the steps.

Once he's downstairs and has his slip-on Converse he's outside and at his car and driving down the road.

The windows are down and the cool summer air is hitting him hard, calming him somehow. On the radio he hears Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac and the calm feeling he had begins to feel eerie.

He drives past what was once Roxy Daribon's house and eventually takes a corner and goes past the lacrosse field and then Beacon Hills High as the song changes to Heart Out by The 1975 and he realizes it isn't the radio playing, but a mix CD that Jackson had made him as a graduation present.

The stereo goes off then.

He takes another corner and his car slows and stops in front of 616 Holden Drive. He yanks the keys out of the ignition and hurries up the sidewalk and onto the front porch of the white house, spotting the small ceramic deer that he knew had a spare key attached to the bottom of it, sitting beside a pot with red Gerber daisies in it.

Once inside the house, the Hayes boy wastes no time in getting up the stairs and to the familiar white door. He tosses the door open and gasps when he sees Isaac shoot up beside Camilla. The curly haired werewolf rolls his eyes and nudges Camilla who groans, her eyes still shut, and asks, "What?"

"Nolan," Isaac responds, getting out of bed. He slowly walks toward the door and says to Nolan, "You have twenty minutes," before he exits the room, closing the door behind him.

"What's going on?" Nolan hears Ron ask out in the hall.

"Nolan crisis," Isaac responds.

Sighing with relief, Ron says, "Oh. Good."

"What's wrong?" Camilla asks, reluctantly sitting up in her bed. The girl's hair is pulled back into a sloppy ponytail and her face looks blotchy from having been so hard asleep, but that doesn't deter Nolan from climbing into bed next to her.

"He wants," Nolan begins, "to marry me."

"Who? Jonathan Taylor Thomas?" Camilla jokes.

"No, Chad Michael Murray."

"My second guess."

"Jackson. Jackson wants to marry me. He has plans – plans for way, way into the future. Plans that include you carrying our child."

"Excuse me?"

Nolan laughs, "Yeah. He was talking about you being our surrogate after he graduates med school and I get a job at a newspaper or something and I just… that's a big commitment and I would be a terrible father. An awful father, and do you know why? It's because I had a horrible father."

"So the problem here is that…" Camilla trails off, trying to keep up with her best friend's rambling.

"He wants to marry me. Jackson Whittemore wants to marry me."

"And this is bad?"

"Very bad. It's the Hindenburg and Chernobyl."

"That is bad."

"And so he says all this stuff about marriage and kids and I just got the hell out of there."

"Probably a good idea. If he would've started talking about retirement plans before you had gotten out of there, this conversation would have involved me asking you to choose between a gun and cannoli."

"Camilla. Come on."

"What? The Godfather applies to any situation."

"I need you to be serious here."

The dark-haired girl sighs and tucks a stray hair behind her ear, "Alright. This is me being serious."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. Go."

"I am freaking out. Freaking out. I'm Charlie Sheen in his tiger blood rant freaking out. I love Jackson, I do. But marriage? Marriage? Holy matrimony. That is… intense. He and I are on and off to the point that even Katy Perry is tired of us and then he goes and throws marriage talk at me, and I am most likely freaking out about this for no reason. He was probably just talking, but… marriage?"

"Do you want to break up with him?" Camilla asks, solemnly.

"No. We're only going to be four and half hours apart next year so I think that long distance is doable for us, but at the same time… am I ready to be married to him? Do I want to be married to him? He's my first… everything. First kiss, first boyfriend, first love. What if I go to college and I put myself into the perfect little Jackson shaped box and I miss the opportunity to be with a really great guy because I'm limiting myself to him? I don't want to deny myself anything because I'm so hopelessly devoted to Jackson Whittemore."

"That makes sense."

"And," Nolan continues, "what if he goes to college and he meets some perky perfect girl in one of his anatomy classes or one of his lacrosse teammates is this strong jawed, muscular hunk a-hunk of burning love and he wants to end things? I don't want to be crushed if things don't work out. I don't want to be like Jason Segel in Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I don't want Jackson to be my Sarah Marshall."

"Do you want to know what I think?"

"Desperately."

"I think you should live in the now. Don't worry about the future. Don't worry about Jackson finding some perfect little co-ed, don't worry about you finding some gorgeous poly-sci guy. Think about now. Think about how great it'll be and how great it is to be with him right now. There's no reason to put the cart before the horse here, kid. Just… be with him. See where it goes. Paint with all the colors of the wind."

"But I'm scared, Camilla. I'm scared that if things keep going the way they're going that I'll end up getting a bad haircut and start selling myself to a bunch of French dockworkers while singing I Dreamed A Dream off key when we reach our eventual demise."

"You think you guys have an eventual demise? Why?"

"Our history. We're good for a while and then… the British are coming or the red hairs are coming and suddenly things are bad and we're broken up and I end up kissing Stiles."

"What?" Camilla asks, her eyes bulging with excitement.

"What?"

"You kissed Stiles? Our Stiles? The pack's Stiles?"

Nolan shakes his head, "That's not the point."

"No, but it sure is interesting. When did you kiss Stiles? Did he kiss you back? Did you guys make the boys over at SeanCody jealous?"

"It was when he and Lydia were broken up and Jackson and I were broken up and it was just a kiss. Or two kisses. A minor makeout and it just… there wasn't… anyway, it was nothing major and he and I more or less vowed never to speak about it again."

"Call Olivia Pope because we have a scandal on our hands," Camilla laughs.
"Can we focus here?"

"Right. Right. We have Jackson problems."

Nolan runs a hand through his hair and says, "I'm scared."

"I know you are."

"Marriage is… a lot."

"It is."

"What do I do?"

TEEN WOLF

"So you invited the entire pack," Danny says as he takes a seat beside Jackson on the porch swing. "I distinctly remember telling you that this was supposed to be you and Nolan and Camilla and Isaac. End of list. And yet somehow the entire pack is here. Care to explain?"

Jackson takes a drink of the iced tea Camilla had spiked for him and replies, "I am honestly very sorry."

"Last time all of you crazy kids were here I ended up with a watermelon covered kitchen, a girl pushed into my pool, a guest room torn apart by what I can only assume was a tsunami and a hurricane fornicating, as well as some six-foot monstrosity lurking around every corner," Danny recounts, "so do you understand why I didn't want you all here again?"

"Yasmeen was asking for it?" Jackson defends with a giggle.

Across the pool Nolan stands between Isaac and Camilla, pulling a cherry out of a bowl and popping it in his mouth before he says, "Look at him, talking to Danny. He's probably telling him all about what a scary, damaged dump truck I am."

"I get the feeling they're just talking," Isaac says, patting Nolan on the shoulder before he walks away to talk to Scott.

"You haven't talked to him about the whole future days thing? Still? It's been a week." Camilla frowns, sipping from her own spiked lemonade. "Do you want to know the problem?"

"Actually, no. I don't like problems. I avoid them when I can and I don't like people pointing them out to me. Thank you though, for asking," Nolan responds with an overly sweet smile.

"The problem is that you're both so used to just ending things when the going gets tough that your relationship is just a dead woman walking."

"Why a woman?"

"Your relationship has to be a man?"

"It does consist of two men…"

"Two men who are have poorer communication skills than Helen Keller."

Nolan scowls, "Uncalled for. Helen Keller did nothing to provoke such a hateful joke, the woman went to Harvard. Paris Gellar didn't even go to Harvard and she had all of her faculties."

"Don't bring Paris into this," Camilla frowns.

"Can we just drop this?"

"No. Not until you agree to work things out with Jackson. Don't just keep the guy in limbo. Either end it with him or smooth things over."

"Thank you, Dr. Ruth, for that hot tip. However, since this really concerns Jackson and I…"

"Oh no. No, no, no. You don't get to make this into a you and him thing – you come to me in the middle of the goddamn night in full on Amber Alert mode and ask for my opinion and my help and here I am, trying to give it to you, and you want to turn it away. That's not how this works."

Across the pool, Jackson and Danny sit listening intently. The dark-haired boy rolls his eyes and says, "We all should have guessed that those two would come to blows someday over you, Jackson."

"Hey," the werewolf protests, "this is so not about me."

"Yes it is," Isaac says with a smirk as he comes walking up to the two sitting boys.

Nolan runs a hand through his hair, getting more frustrated with each passing second. The half-demon is abundantly aware that Jackson is listening, "Camilla…"

"No! Nolan, you're being an idiot. What is the point of prolonging this if it's just doomed to end? Stop stretching it out. Cut the Clarence Thomas routine and just say something to him. Settle this."

"Uh, guys," Stiles says, cautiously approaching the bickering duo, "I know that this is your thing, and I apologize for butting in like this, but this is supposed to be a fun, Fourth of July thing and you're all kind of bringing the party down."

"Well then call Hannah Montana, Stiles," Nolan says, not looking at the boy, "get her to come pump up the party. Camilla and I are in the middle of something."

"Yeah, you're in the middle of reenacting a scene from Dynasty," Stiles quips.

Camilla sighs, "Look, Nolan, I just think that it would be better for everyone involved if things got ironed out. I don't want to fight with you. I just want what's best."

"And what's best for me – right now – is to just ignore this," Nolan huffs.

"I don't like it when you guys fight," Stiles mumbles.

"Well, I don't like Mondays. Unfortunately they come around eventually," Nolan snaps back.

Stiles' eyes widen and he takes a step back, putting his hands up, "And on that note…" the plaid-wearing boy says before he walks away.

"Maybe you should kiss him again. Let him know there aren't any hard feelings," Camilla suggests. "And hey, they do say third times the charm."

"Can we drop this? This Jackson thing? At least until he's out of earshot?" Nolan asks sourly.

"Yes. Want me to make you a Camilla Iced Tea. It has tea and vod–"

"Make mine a triple, please," Nolan asks, handing the girl a glass.

Stiles makes his way into Danny's house and spots Allison and Erica in the kitchen. He walks up to the brunette and the blonde and says, "Nolan and Camilla are outside acting out Medea and I just tried to break it up and got yelled at."

"Who yelled at you?" Erica asks with a laugh.

"Camilla probably," Allison chuckles.

"It was Nolan, actually."

"Nolan? Really? That's surprising," Erica says, tossing a blonde curl over her shoulder, "I was pretty sure you were his second favorite. Right after Camilla, obviously."

"Anyway, have either of you seen Lydia?"

"Uh," Allison stammers, "she texted me a little bit ago that she wasn't coming… something about her grandma and her grandma's girlfriend coming to town or something…"

"Really? She didn't mention anything like that to me… actually she's been a little flaky with the responses lately… Hey, has she said anything to you? About me? Or has she been acting weird with you?" the boy asks.

"N-no. She hasn't," Allison responds.

Erica narrows her gaze and notes that Allison's heartrate increases with each second Stiles is in the room. When the plaid-wearing boy eventually shrugs and heads back outside Erica leans on the kitchen island and asks flatly, "Spill the beans, Argent. Are Lydia and the perfect twelve-year-old over?"

Allison gulps before muttering, "Crap…"

TEEN WOLF

Deaton sets down a metal tool, which makes a high-pitched clinking noise on the table as he does. Scott watches as the man wracks his brain for ideas.

"And you say that your friend, Camilla, heard this from another Eichen House patient?" he questions, his eyes thoughtful but curious.

Scott nods, "A patient that's not actually crazy. Maybe a little homicidal towards supernaturals, but not incapable of providing accurate information."

Deaton frowns, "Are you sure? This man went to the length of torturing and nearly killing this girl, why wouldn't he lie to her? Not only that, but she's also a supernatural being herself, now. That could make him all the more angry."

"I don't know how he would know that, but—"

"You'd be surprised how news travels through Eichen House," Deaton shakes his head. "Now, I'm not doubting that this Lillian person could pose a threat to Beacon Hills. Eichen House definitely has its roles in the supernatural life, so I'm sure this Spencer could potentially be more privy to information than you and I. I just don't know how much weight we can put behind his words."

Scott sighs, understanding Deaton's concern. The older man looks at the boy with a bit of sympathy, and his facial expression softens.

"I don't mean to dismiss the possibility, Scott. I hope you don't think that's what I'm doing."

Scott shakes his head, "No, I get it. It makes sense. I just don't want to overlook anything and have it come back to haunt me. Even though I'll be sticking around Beacon Hills, not many of my friends will be, and if something were to happen I—"

"I think you would do just fine," Deaton offers. He pauses for a moment before going on, "Scott, I truly admire how much you have grown since I first met you. Not only as an Alpha, but as a person. You are much stronger than I could have anticipated. You're no longer the boy who always questions himself, you're a man now. And I have faith that you can hold down the fort when your pack disperses."

Scott smiles at Deaton's words.

"Deaton, I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me. I don't think I've ever really said thank you…"

The man laughs, "You have, plenty of times. But, going back to the problem here… didn't you mention having an ally on the police force?"

"Ben?" Scott asks.

Deaton nods, "I think your best option here is to have him look into records, see if he can find anything on Lillian and/or Jennifer. They're connected somehow, I'm sure there's a clue somewhere."

Scott sighs, "The only question is, will we find it before anything bad happens?"

TEEN WOLF

"Okay, can't you totally see me wearing this maxi dress while walking along the beach with my hot husband and cute little baby?" Erica gasps, holding up a beautiful teal dress that made her eyes pop even though she wasn't even wearing it yet.

Camilla clacks her tongue, "Girl, yes. Buy it."

"Buyin' it!" Erica cheers, draping it over her arm and moving along.

The girls browse the boutique in silence before Erica speaks again.

"You know, I'm really excited to get the hell out of Beacon Hills. Is that wrong of me?"

Camilla furrows her brow as she examines a lace camisole, "Why would that be wrong?"

Erica sighs, flipping through blouses without paying much attention to them, "Because, my whole life is here. I went from epileptic freak to hot werewolf chick to dead girl to not-dead girl to orphan to Derek Hale's girlfriend to teen mom to Mrs. Hale… Everything..."

Camilla places the camisole back on the rack as she turns to her friend.

"If there's one thing I know, it's that sometimes leaving places behind can be the best thing that's ever happened to you," she tells her, her voice serious. "I left the only place I knew, the place that I lived with my mother and the place where I lost her. There were so many memories wrapped up there and I was scared to leave them behind, but I never would have met any of you if I didn't."

"Yeah, but what if I've already met everyone I need to? I have a husband, best friends… I don't really need anything else," Erica argues, her bottom lip sticking out.

Camilla gives the blonde a small glare, "That might be true, but you guys need to start over. Yeah, Beacon Hills is where everything began, but it's not supposed to be where everything ends. You guys need to make memories somewhere else, because there are already too many here."

With that, Camilla moves to another rack of clothes, signifying the conversation is over. Erica shakes her head and smiles at her friends' boldness, but appreciates it at the same time.

And maybe she's right, Erica thinks.

TEEN WOLF

Nolan lays in his bed, his cat nuzzled up beside him purring loudly. Rain pelts the big bay window and is the only other sound Nolan can hear. It's calming and it's sad and it matches Nolan's mood perfectly.

There's a tap on his door then, and he rolls over to see Parrish standing in his doorway, wearing a shirt for once, "There's someone at the door for you," the man says before he disappears into the hall.

Reluctantly Nolan hauls himself out of bed and starts to walk down the stairs, getting more and more tired with each step. When he finally reaches the foyer, he is unsurprised to find Jackson standing in front of the front door, waiting for him.

"Hey," Jackson says softly.

"Hey," Nolan replies.

The two stand in silence then. Nolan looking everywhere but at Jackson and Jackson looking nowhere but at Nolan. The werewolf take a step forward and hears Nolan's heart quicken, making his own heart throb.

"How've you been?"

"Just dandy. You?"

"I miss you," Jackson answers, "a lot. And I don't totally know what I did to earn the Charlie Chaplin act from you, but whatever it is… I'm sorry, Nolan. I am very sorry. I didn't mean to… hurt you or piss you off. I-I'm sorry."

Nolan looks at Jackson now and swallows hard, "You didn't… you didn't do anything, Jackson. This is a me thing. It's all me."

"You're really giving the 'It's not you, it's me' speech to me right now? When did we turn into a 90s-sitcom couple?"

"Are you Jamie or Paul?" Nolan jokes.

"Are you breaking up with me? Is that what this is? Am I just not getting it because in the past there's been something much more concrete to notify me that we're over and now you just… don't want to be with me anymore? Or don't love me anymore…?"

"Jackson, I…"

"Because if you want to break up, that's fine. Well, it isn't fine, but if that's what this is… at least let me know, would you?" Jackson pleads, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously.

"Jackson…"

"I just.. God dammit, Nolan, you and I have been through so much. There was Fitz and demons and Lydia and Camilla disappearing and your dad leaving and your sister dying and… now you're just done and I don't get it. What the hell happened?"

"Jackson. You want to marry me."

"W-what?"

"The other night. You were talking about marrying me and that… scared me. I got scared. It was like Neve Campbell seeing Ghostface for the first time. I was scared."

"This is because I see us getting married?" Jackson questions, his brows coming together.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Why…?"

"Why does that scare you?"

"Because…" Nolan frowns, as he looks for the words, "because I… I don't know if I can believe that this is forever. That you and I are the tell-all end-all. That we're Jerry Maguire and Dorothy Boyd – yes, you may have had me at hello, but… we have had our fair share of goodbyes. And neither of us knows what love is, Jackson."

"That's not true," Jackson interjects, "I know what love is. I love you."

"And I love you, but Jackson… this is puppy love. We're a Paul Anka song. We are young and we want to be in love so bad, but what if somewhere along the way we both just… I don't want to wake up in a year or two years and realize that this was just a temporary thing. That you and I were just so desperate to be in love that we could give Susan Mayer a run for her money."

"You gonna wrap yourself in a towel and trip over a bush, now?" Jackson asks, making a joke without the slightest intention of getting a laugh.

"You have to admit that neither of us really knows what else is out there."

"I do," Jackson says, "I do know what else is out there. I've had other things. I've had a Lydia and a Fitz and neither of them compare to you. It's you. I love you."

"Jackson…"

"And don't you see? When it's you or Fitz or Lydia, I choose you. I love you, Nolan."

Nolan takes a step toward Jackson, placing a hand on the werewolf's cheek, "But you're it for me. Jackson, you're my first love. You're an epic love, yes, but you're also all I've got. And from the sounds of it, I'm your first real love, so I'm all you've got – and I don't think it's fair to either of us to try and end it all here."

Jackson places his hand on top of Nolan's, "So you want to break up."

"I don't want to stop being with you," Nolan replies, "I love you, Jackson. I love you… so much that it makes my teeth hurt, but I think that when we go our separate ways that maybe we ought to… we should see what happens."

"See what happens?"

"If you go to Syracuse and you meet some beautiful girl and you fall in love with her I don't want to stand in your way of being with her. And if I go to Dartmouth and some guy on the newspaper and I hit it off I don't want to have to hit the skids because of you. If you and I are meant to be…"

"…and we are," Jackson frowns.

Rolling his eyes Nolan says again, "If you and I are meant to be, we will be. Look at us now. It sort of seems like something always brings us back together. I want to be with you up until the second we leave and when we come back for Thanksgiving if we're both unattached I want to be with you again, but… why not leave it up to fate?"

"There's no such thing as fate," Jackson argues.

Nolan laughs and leans forward and kisses the boy, "There's no such thing as werewolves."

TEEN WOLF

"I don't know if this is good news or bad news, or even news at all. All I know is Ben sounded urgent on the phone," Scott says to Derek as the man walks into Scott's house.

"And you called me because…"

Scott throws his hands in air, "Because you're leaving and I'm the Alpha and I'm not sure that I'll be good enough."

Derek chuckles and leans against Scott's dining room table, his arms folded across his chest.

"And that's funny to you?" Scott questions, his voice jumping up an octave.

"I wouldn't say funny… maybe humorous."

"That's literally the same thing," Scott states.

"Well, it doesn't matter. What matters is you've been the Alpha for a long time. You don't need me anymore. If you haven't noticed, I've been a little wrapped up in my family as of late and you've been doing just fine on your own."

Scott shakes his head, "Only because nothing bad has happened. And wouldn't it just be perfect timing for a storm to hit? When everyone is about to leave and I'm one of the only ones that can clean up the mess?"

Before Derek can respond, Scott's doorbell chimes, announcing Ben's arrival. Scott sighs loudly before moving to answer the door.

Ben smiles gravely at the boy when the door swings open. Scott notices he's in his sheriff's uniform and wonders if he's supposed to be on duty, which makes him nervous. What's so important that he had to leave his shift to share?

"Come on in," Scott gestures towards the dining room, and soon the three men are all in the same room.

"Well fellas, I haven't got much time, but I wanted you to know I found something," Ben begins, tossing a manila file folder onto the table. He gestures to it, nonverbally allowing them to open it up.

Derek begins shuffling through the papers inside, his eyes scanning each page. Scott watches anxiously as he does. After a few moments, Ben speaks again.

"So I searched the name Jennifer Blake first, but didn't find much of anything other than some local reports, which I was anticipating. Same thing for Lillian St. James. The only thing I found on her was a record of her patient status at Eichen House."

Ben waits a few seconds before continuing, "Once that was done, I tried searching Jennifer's real name, Julia Baccari. I got a few hits on that, but she disappeared around the same time Jennifer came out of the woodwork, as to be expected. But I did some more digging, and found out Julia had a sister."

Derek looks up then, his eyes meeting Ben's.

"Lillian?" he guesses. Ben nods.

"Only her real name is Lauren Baccari. And, like Julia, she disappeared once Lillian started up."

Scott paces a bit, his mind whirring.

"Jennifer, er, Julia, was a Druid before she turned Darach… Could Lillian-?"

"Be a Druid?" Ben finishes for him. "That's my best guess."

Derek's forehead creases, and he sets the file folder aside, "But why was she locked up in Eichen House?"

"Maybe she turned into a Darach too?" Scott guesses.

Derek shakes his head, "No, if she did, I would guess Jennifer would have used her to help with taking down the Alpha pack."

"Could she maybe just be a regular human?" Ben asks.

"Perhaps," Derek answers. "I honestly have no idea."

"So, we're looking for a woman who's possibly human, possibly a Druid?" Ben questions, his face looking a bit amused.

"Pretty much," Scott replies. "And we don't know if she knows her sister is dead."

Derek sighs, "So she could be looking for revenge."

TEEN WOLF

The doorbell is ringing throughout the house and, instinctively, Prada begins to bark. Lydia sighs and sets down Ulysses beside where she sits on the couch, tosses off the teal colored blanket that had been covering her short-short clad legs and heads to the front door. The girl has her hand around the handle of the door to open it just as the doorbell rings again.

On the other side stands Stiles, a smile on his face and two bags in his hand. Hesitantly the girl opens the door and instantly Stiles is talking, "I have The Notebook, A Walk to Remember, The Longest Ride, and Titanic."

"Stiles…" Lydia says softly.

"I also have enough Chinese food to feed the Huns, but I figure since I have a stomach deeper than the abyss the Titanic is stuck in that it shouldn't be a problem," the boy continues on, not hearing his red-haired counterpart.

"Stiles…"

"Oh! And I brought some cake from that little bakery you like. Chocolate with raspberry filling, your favorite."

"Stiles!"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

The boy furrows his brow, "Well, uh, ya know… you and I haven't been communicating very well – or at all – lately and I figured that a movie night and lots and lots of Chinese food and some heavy cuddling and maybe a few kisses might help smooth things over."

Lydia frowns, "Stiles, I…"

"And I know that it's probably because I did something stupid – the reason you're not talking to me, and I want you to know that while I don't know what exactly it is that I did that was so ridiculously stupid, I am so sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have bragged so hard to Scott about you and I sealing the deal, but, anyway. Yeah, I'm sorry."

"Stiles," Lydia says, looking deeply into his warm brown eyes, "sweetie…"

"No."

"What?"

"No."

"What?"

"No. We aren't doing this," Stiles says, maneuvering past Lydia into the house. He quickly sets the food and movies down onto the stairs and turns around to face the girl again.

"We aren't doing what?"

"Breaking up. That's what this is. I know that's what this is because that is exactly the look that a beautiful girl like you would give some putz like me right before she pulls the trigger and breaks his h-heart. Right before she breaks his heart. Breaks my heart."

"Stiles I don't want to…"

"Why?"

"Why?" Lydia asks.

"What happened? What changed? Why are you Dear Johning me?"

Lydia runs her hand through her hair and shuts the front door, knowing this is the moment she had been waiting for, "It's because I love you."

"You love me…? And you're breaking up with me? Oh, of course. That makes perfect sense. You gonna tell me The Clone Wars was the best Star Wars movie next?"

"I love you so much Stiles. So much. So, so much. So much that I don't… I feel like… I can't leave."

"What?"

"I can't leave. I can't go to Yale. I can't prosper the way I need to prosper because the very idea of being with you and leaving and not being able to see you and kiss you and be held by you is tearing me up inside and I don't want to be that girl. The girl who loves her boyfriend so much that she can't be herself. The girl who loves her boyfriend so much that she's miserable at her dream college and ends up transferring to another school, a good school – just as good as the school she was at – just so that she can be with her boyfriend. I don't want to be that girl… and being with you, loving you as much as I do is turning me into that girl."

"I…"

"And I know that you would be happy with me being across the country and being with me because you love me more than I could probably ever dream of loving anything, but Stiles I can't do that to you either. I can't be across the country and have you pining for me. I don't want you to turn into a Douglas Fir."

Stiles swallows hard, "So we have to break up?"

"That's what I'm trying to do. I'm trying to break up with you."

Stiles nods his dark head and stands, silent… stoic. He licks his lips a few times and eventually nods his head and says, "Okay."

"Okay?" Lydia questions.

"It's okay."

"How? How is it okay?" Lydia asks, the sting of tears hitting her hard.

"Because I can wait," Stiles smiles. It's a sad smile, but a smile just the same.

"Didn't you hear me? I can't make you wait for me. I'm not going to do that to you."

Stiles takes a step towards the girl he loves and wraps his arms around her, "You don't have to because I know we're going to be together. We can break up, if that's what you want, but Lydia… your name is tattooed on my heart. You're the only girl for me. It's you, it's always going to be you. I know we're going to be together."

The girl shakes her head, "You don't know that."

Stiles just shrugs, "Call me an optimist then," he says right before he kisses her.

TEEN WOLF

Erica stands outside of the Hale house, her eyes staring up at the massive beast. She isn't ready to say goodbye.

Before she can begin to comprehend her leaving the house she had began to raise her daughter in, Derek's heavy footsteps on the porch signal that the last box of the house is in his arms and ready to be placed in their moving truck. She cuts her gaze to her husband and watches out of the corner of her eye as he places the cardboard into the last available slot in the truck.

With two slaps on the hood, the truck driver pulls away from the house, on its way to their new home in San Francisco.

Within a few steps, Derek joins the blonde and rests a hand on her hip.

"You ready babe?" he asks softly, turning to look at her.

Erica is happy that she chose to put on her sunglasses before now, so she is able to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Yeah, just give me a sec," she responds, almost kicking herself for letting her voice shake a bit as she gives her reply.

Derek turns to step in front of Erica, placing his hands on her shoulders, "Erica, are you okay?"

Erica nods slowly, biting her lip.

"Babe, c'mere," he says to her, pulling her body into his and holding her tight.

She doesn't sob, but steady, hot tears flow from her eyes.

"It just happened so fast," she reveals to him, her voice calmer now that she isn't bottling her emotions inside of her. "I feel like I didn't even say goodbye."

Derek pulls a few inches away so he can look at her face. Laughing, he says, "Don't even act like you haven't been going into each room of the house this week and saying goodbye to everything. I know you babe."

Erica laughs too, lifting a hand up to wipe tears off her cheeks. Derek bends to kiss her forehead.

"If you're really not ready, we can go back in," he offers.

Erica takes a deep breath and shakes her head, "No. It's now or never. We said goodbye to the house, to our friends… Our families…"

Derek smiles solemnly at the mention of all those the two had lost.

Erica looks up at her husband and smiles, genuinely.

"I'm ready to start the rest of my life with you," she tells Derek happily.

The dark-haired man smiles and grabs his wife's hand, "Let's do it, then."

TEEN WOLF

Stiles sits at the end of the bar, a glass of Jack Daniel's in his hand. He sighs and takes another sip, the whiskey burning all the way down. But the burning feels good. It's a good distraction from what's really hurting him.

"You're drinking alone," Nolan says as he takes a seat beside the boy, "that's never a good sign."

"She meant it," Stiles says, "when she broke up with me, she really… she meant it. I thought that we would be good, that we would be done… but not done, ya know? Like you and Jackson. You guys are done, but you're not… but Lydia meant it."

"So I take it you haven't been getting any smoochies from our dearly beloved banshee," Nolan frowns.

"Not even a text," Stiles mumbles before he slams the rest of the whiskey. "I love this place. I love that they don't ID. This is a good place, the best place."

"You're drunk," Nolan giggles.

"As a stinky, stanky skunk," Stiles smiles.

"Well then it seems like I have some catching up to do," Nolan replies as he sits down on the stool beside Stiles, "Joey, some tequila."

The bartender nods wordlessly and pours Nolan four shots and hands him four limes and a small bowl of salt, "Let me know when you need more," Joey states before he walks away to tend to some other customers.

"You're getting drunk?" Stiles asks.

"Only because I don't want people to think you're some sad alcoholic, Stiles. I'm doing this for you. Now, what am I drinking to?"

"To shitty love."

"To shitty love!" Nolan smiles before he slams the shot.

At the other end of the bar Scott and Allison sit side by side, merrily eating peanuts. Allison slowly sips her first, and only, vodka cranberry and laughs as she says to Scott, "Going to parties with you this year is going to be fun, because you can always be sober!"

"Only because I don't want to have to blow $800 in order to even get a buzz going. Besides, if Stiles keeps on like he's keeping on right now, it's in everyone's best interest if I'm forever sober."

"Nolan is with him at least," Allison notes.

"And Nolan, much like your cousin, is a boozehound."

"A boozehound and a demon, how does the boy do it?"

Scott laughs, "Practice. Lots of practice."

"It's weird that we're nearing the end. Summer is almost over. These are our final moments of seeing Nolan get tequila drunk or seeing Camilla sing in front of a jazz club… at least until November. It's all really creeped up on me."

"On all of us."

"At least I'll always have you and Stiles with me. My boys."

Scott leans over and places a kiss on the girl's cheek, "Here's to high school sweethearts."

"To high school sweethearts!" Nolan cheers at the other end of the bar as he downs shot number three.

"Fuck high school sweethearts!" Stiles swears.

"Fuck high school sweethearts!" Nolan cheers as he downs shot number four, "Joey, I'll have some more please."

Backstage, Camilla sips on her own drink, an amaretto sour, as per usual. Her nerves are stronger than ever tonight, though she isn't surprised. It's her last performance. Her last night to make memories at Joe's.

Closing her eyes, Camilla tries to focus on the woman currently on stage, singing a rendition of "I Put A Spell On You". The song fit perfectly for the woman's voice, as Camilla almost feels entranced by the beauty of it.

Sliding off of her stool, she sneaks over to the curtain that separated the backstage from the stage. Through a small gap, she looks out to put a face to the voice she is currently hearing.

Her stomach drops when she finally spots the brown-haired woman on stage. She can't believe it. Lillian St. James. She recognizes her face from one of the many "Missing" posters hanging up throughout Eichen House.

Camilla knows she has almost no time to act on her discovery as Lillian's song is almost over. She scurries over to where she had lay her purse and begins digging for her phone, swearing at herself for choosing to wear a red, formfitting dress with no pockets.

Finally, she grasps at her iPhone 6S and pounds in her passcode.

Quickly, she types out: SOS! Lillian is on stage! And sends it to the group message labeled "BH8".

Right as the blue bubble is marked as delivered, Camilla hears applause. Within seconds, Lillian is backstage and headed somewhere Camilla doesn't know, but she isn't about to let her get away.

Despite hearing her name announced as the next performer she begins to follow Lillian, hoping her friends weren't too sloshed to check their messages.

Lillian snakes her way through the backstage, and Camilla figures out she's headed for the door that leads to the back alley.

The woman pushes through the heavy door mere seconds before Camilla herself. Once the two are outside and a few feet away from the door, Lillian whips around angrily.

"Is there a reason you're following me?" she demands, her face a mixture of anger and delight.

"Well, when I see an escaped psycho, I can't just let her disappear into the night," Camilla retorts stepping closer to Lillian.

The woman smiles and almost seems to relax a bit, her shoulders drooping so that her blue dress hangs lower on her chest, revealing a lot of cleavage.

"I see, well, we'll just have to take care of that won't we," Lillian answers. She raises a hand slowly, but before Camilla can react, the backstage door slams open.

"Camilla? Where is she?" Isaac yells out, his eyes wild before he spots his girlfriend. He rushes to her side, and soon the whole alley is full.

Camilla smiles proudly and turns back to Lillian, "You're not going anywhere, girlfriend."

"Scott, do something!" Allison urges, her eyes locked on the woman before them.

Much to their surprise, Lillian stays calm and a smile appears on her face.

"Scott McCall? Is that you?" she asks casually, moving a bit closer to the group, her eyes staring dreamily at the boy. "I've heard so much about you."

On guard, and also the closest one to Lillian, Camilla steps in her path, "Don't even think about it, crazy. You're not going to trick us like your sister."

Lillian's face falls as she takes a step back.

"I think you have it all wrong," she tells the group, her voice softer and sadder.

"Well we don't have time to—"

"Camilla, shut up for a second and let her talk," Scott interrupts, surprising everyone, including himself. "Tell us then, Lillian."

The woman bites her lip before revealing her truth.

"Well, my real name is Lauren, and I'm a Druid, like Julia used to be, until she… Well, you know. We used to be the best of friends, Julia and I. Even after it happened. But her anger and need to destroy those who hurt her began to consume her… There was no stopping her. I tried. That's why I was in Eichen. She didn't want me to get in her way. She would come visit me and tell me all these horrible things that she had planned, and all the poor people she killed… It was sickening. She wasn't the sister I knew. And one day, after the lunar eclipse, she just stopped coming, and I only assumed what had happened… I waited for a while, but once I realized she wasn't coming back, I began to plan my escape, and well, here I am."

Everyone is silent, taking in the information from Lillian.

"So, you're not here to hurt anyone?" Lydia asks cautiously.

Lillian shakes her head, "Of course not, I would never."

"How can we trust that, though? Your sister didn't want to until someone did her wrong… And since someone did wrong to your sister…" Camilla speaks.

"My sister and I have always been very different. Even when she was a Druid she was very passionate and hotheaded," Lillian reveals. "I don't want any trouble. I saw the turmoil that was brought about by my sister, and it clearly didn't end well for her. I just wanted to be out of that terrible place so I could live my life. Don't you see?"

Again, silence fills the alley, the only sound comes from a dripping pipe.

Camilla is the first to speak, "Well, she seems sincere. I'm good if you guys are." With that, the brunette turns and begins to head back inside.

Dumbfounded, Jackson sputters, "Is she serious? She wants to leave it at that?"

Lydia shrugs, "I'm sort of fine with leaving it at that." Looking over at Allison, she offers her arm, which the girl takes. The two follow Camilla's lead and head back inside.

Nolan sighs, "I am too drunk to care at this point."

"Ditto," Stiles states.

Jackson scoffs, throwing his hands in the air before following the group back into the bar, leaving Scott and Lillian alone.

Lillian smiles softly at the Alpha, "I sense great power in you."

"Really?" Scott asks.

The woman nods, "Make sure you use it for good." She pauses for a moment before adding, "Thank you."

With that, she begins to walk away, leaving Scott in the alley.

Taking a deep breath, he turns and reaches for the door to join his friends once again.

TEEN WOLF

John Stilinski sets the plate of waffles down onto the dining room table and takes his seat beside Melissa. He grabs the woman's left hand, the hand closest to him, and gives it a gentle squeeze and then looks to his son beside him and his soon to be step-son across from him and smiles.

It feels right.

"We don't have to do this, you know," Stiles says as he stabs a waffle and brings it onto his plate, "Scott and I aren't going to Dartmouth or Yale or somewhere far, far away. We're going to be twenty minutes away from you guys."

"Yes, but you'll be busy," Melissa protests as she dishes herself some freshly cut strawberries, "you'll have lectures and study tables and all sorts of other collegiate things to occupy your time. You'll hardly be itching to come home to see mom and pop."

"Except for the laundry services," Scott jokes.

Melissa rolls her brown eyes and elbows her son playfully.

"You sure you're going to have fun at Lydia's lake house… all things considered?" the former sheriff asks his son cautiously.

"It'll be fine," Stiles says as he pours syrup on his waffle, "besides, this whole group vacay is to say goodbye to friends. To Nolan and Camilla and, hell, even to Jackson."

"It's the end of an era," Melissa comments.

"It is hardly the end of an era," Scott laughs.

"An era is defined as a long and distinct period of history with a particular feature or characteristic," Melissa argues, "and this is… absolutely the end of a distinct period."

"The high school years…" Stiles' dad trails.

"The pack years," Stiles says, looking across the table at his best friend. His brother.

"It's the end of an era," Scott repeats solemnly.

"The end," Melissa agrees.

TEEN WOLF

"How come Susan's not around? Isn't this her bread and butter?" Allison asks her cousin as she plops a spoonful of homemade cookie dough on the metal sheet in front of her.

Camilla rolls her eyes as she scoops yet another finger into the bowl of cookie dough to have a taste.

"She's been crying in the bathroom for the last week," she replies in a monotone voice.

"A whole week?" Allison gasps.

Camilla shrugs, "Yeah pretty much. It's not like she locks herself in there, but she always claims she has 'a spot to clean' when Dad and I start talking about me leaving. If you listen closely, you can hear the sniffles."

Allison playfully shoves her cousin, "Be nice. You should be happy some cares about you so much they weep at the mention of you leaving."

"Yeah, unlike you, who's ready to push me out the door," Camilla sticks her tongue out.

Scoffing, Allison replies, "Oh please. I'm here making cookies with you, aren't I? We haven't done this since we were, like, young."

"We're old ladies now," Camilla jokingly groans, hunching over and placing a hand on her back.

"Old college ladies," Allison corrects as another ball of cookie dough hits the pan.

The two brunettes smile at their silliness and work for the next few moments in silence. Once Allison fills her cookie sheet, she grabs it and slides it into the preheated oven.

"And now we wait," she states as she shuts the door to the oven. Mere seconds later, Ron walks in.

"Something smells good in here," he mumbles as he heads to the fridge, pulling the door open and peering in.

Camilla snorts, "Dad we literally just put them in the oven."

The man shrugs and shut the fridge, "I can smell the anticipation."

"What does that even…" Camilla mutters as Allison speaks to Ron at the same time, "Ron, are you wearing the Steelers shirt Camilla gave you over ten years ago? I remember her giving it to you for your birthday when my dad and I came to visit one summer."

Ron looks down at his shirt, frowns, and looks back up.

"Looks like I am."

Ron's niece shakes her head in amazement, "I can't believe you still have that."

The man shrugs, "I never get rid of anything my baby girl gives me."

Camilla smiles, her back turned to her father and Allison. When she turns around to face them, she says, "I'm more surprised that it still fits."

Ron chuckles, "That's my girl, always making a sweet moment sour. But I guess I love her anyways."

"Back atcha," Camilla winks, throwing a chocolate chip at her dad. The girls expect Ron to leave since the cookies aren't ready yet, but he surprises both when he takes a seat at the table.

Turning to Allison, who has also made her way to the table, Ron reveals, "You know, I'm actually going to miss this drama queen."

"Me too," Allison replies, her bottom lip protruding further than her top, making a pouty face.

"At least I've got you still, kiddo," he adds, grabbing Allison's forearm for a second.

The girl smiles at her uncle. He isn't usually the type to express any emotion other than annoyance, so his comment cheers her up.

"You know, your dad would be so proud of you Allison. Just as much as I am," he tells the dark-haired girl. "Same goes for you, Camilla. I am so proud of the smart, beautiful women you two have become. I just wish Chris was here to see it."

Camilla walks over to her father, puts her hands on his shoulders, and squeezes.

"We do too, Daddy," she affirms, her eyes full of threatening tears.

"We really do," Allison nods, her own tears falling freely.

TEEN WOLF

Scott and Stiles pull up to Lydia's lake house, happily jamming out in Roscoe, right behind Nolan and Jackson. The red-haired girl hurries to greet the freshly-arrived foursome and feels a horrible pang in her chest when all Stiles does when he greets her is smile stiffly and buzz past her and into the house with Nolan and Jackson close at his heels.

"He hates me," Lydia says sadly to Scott, "and I get it. He ought to hate me. I broke him."

"You didn't have to," Scott says, "you guys could've mad it work long distance."

"Scott…"

"Lydia, come on, the kid has been pining for you since third grade. He would have happily seen you off to Yale and then waited patiently, never even considering straying, until you two could be together again… and I think you would have done the same. You love him, don't you?"

Lydia nods her strawberry blonde head, "I do."

"So… you and Stiles could have survived it. He's the one for you, Lydia. And you are absolutely the one for him."

"Scott, I just…"

"And here's the rest of the party," Scott says with a smile, acknowledging the newly arrived Camilla and Isaac. Turning back to Lydia, he says "Hey, listen to me or don't – but you would be surprised what love can endure."

TEEN WOLF

Camilla walks quietly into the room, her hands behind her back and a devious grin on her face. Nolan is the first to notice his best friend, and immediately feels a jolt of worry shoot through his body, right down to his Converse-clad feet.

"Please tell me you don't have a gun behind your back with the plan to turn this into a murder-suicide," he begs as his friend nears him. Faking being appalled, Camilla brings one hand to her chest, keeping the other hidden behind her.

"As if," she voices. "Besides, if I were going to do that, I would come up with something much more creative than a gun."

Nolan leans in close to Stiles and whispers, "The scary thing is that it's true…" Stiles gulps.

Plopping down on the floor, Camilla snaps her fingers to bring the attention to her. Once she assures she has the floor, she reveals her secret: a bottle of red berry Cîroc.

"It isn't a Lydia Martin Lake House Party without spin the bottle, so get your asses on the floor and someone spin this baby!" the brunette demands with delight. The group doesn't take long to obey, and Camilla can't help but feel giddy.

"Did you take a pull of that before you brought it out here?" Jackson questions, noticing Camilla's enthusiasm.

"Yep," she answers. "Plus I shotgunned a beer."

"Alone?" Scott asks.

Nolan holds up his phone before Camilla can reply, showing the group a photo of the brunette with a beer held to her mouth.

"No, I watched her do it. Well, she made me film her, actually. But I wasn't aware of the vodka sneak," he discloses to his friends before setting his phone on the ground next to him.

"Shall we begin, or do you guys want to keep discussing Camilla's drinking habits?" Allison speaks up, her eyes widened.

"I-I just want to know if there's wolfsbane in this," Scott announces before the game can commence.

"Is that even a question?" Camilla cackles. She looks over at Isaac and says, "Spin it, baby."

With a curt nod, the werewolf grabs hold of the drugged bottle and gives it a spin.

When it stops, everyone's eyes are on Camilla once again. The bottle hadn't landed on her, but on Nolan.

Confused, Camilla asks, "What are you all looking at me for? It's just a game. Kiss bitches!"

Hesitantly, the two meet midway and give each other a quick peck.

"See," Camilla sings, "nothing to worry about." The girl smiles sweetly at her boyfriend and best friend.

"But if it ever happens outside of spin the bottle I will forreal impale you," she adds in a dead tone.

Shaking off his best friend's antics, Nolan takes his turn, and is pleased when he gets Allison, a kiss with no repercussions, unless Scott decides to take a play from Camilla's book.

Allison sneaks a little tongue in, and Nolan pulls away laughing from shock.

"I'm going to need a pull of this too," he mumbles, grabbing for the bottle.

"Hey!" Allison whines half-playfully, half-seriously.

"It's not you, it's your gender," Nolan shrugs before taking a swig. Sighing with relief, he adds, "I wonder if wolfsbane fucks me up too?"

Camilla shakes her head, "It doesn't."

Nolan groans, "Did you drug my drink without me knowing?"

"A while ago yeah. You were fine. Until you did those body shots…" she tsks her tongue.

Jackson jerks his head to look at Nolan, "Body shots?"

"Off Camilla!"

Allison hurries and yanks the bottle around, "My turn!"

The bottle spins for a while before landing on the other Argent in the room, whose eyes light up.

"Oh hell yeah!" Camilla wastes no time and grabs her cousin's face, smushing it against hers. After a few seconds she pulls away and gives the group a satisfied look.

"Not too bad."

Allison swallows before saying, "I think she might be a better kisser than Scott."

"Of course I am!" Camilla asserts.

"Yeah I wouldn't doubt that," Stiles nods.

"Time to find out who's next," the girl announces, waggling her eyebrows. Her eyes spin with the bottle until it stops.

When it does Camilla growls.

"No way in fucking hell! NOPE!"

Lydia interjects, "It's the game, Camilla, you have to!"

"I WILL NOT."

"Camilla-"

"NO."

Stiles throws his hands in the air before reaching down to spin the bottle himself, saving Camilla from having to kiss Jackson.

"Let's just move this along before she breaks this bottle on someone's head, yeah?" he suggests as the bottle moves in its circle.

Scott nods, "Good plan. Great plan."

The bottle stops this time, and the room suddenly fills with tension as it lands on Lydia.

The strawberry blonde looks up expectantly at the boy. Unsure, Stiles makes a small movement toward the girl, stops, then starts again. Lydia doesn't falter, ready for it to happen. She wants it to happen.

Stiles leans in, and Lydia closes her eyes, expecting a warm, long-awaited kiss to greet her. Instead, what she feels is cold and impersonal. Stiles pulls away after half a second, and leaves the room within the next five.

TEEN WOLF

"Are you serious?" Camilla shouts at the sky as she peers out into the night. Pelting against the windows are drops of thick, summer rain. "I wanted to SKINNY DIP!"

Isaac comes from behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. He leans down to kiss her neck before telling her, "Babe, we still can."

"No," she disagrees. "Not in the rain. That is not the night I had pictured for us."

"It's okay, Camilla. It's just a little rain," he attempts to console her.

"Cold, icky, bastard rain," she spits out.

Isaac merely chuckles, admiring drunk Camilla's interesting vocabulary. He hears shuffled footsteps entering the living room from behind him, and turns to spot a stumbling Nolan.

"Whatthefuck, rain?" the boy moans, his words slurring together. "Nonono, no rain tonight. I don't think so mother nature."

"It's not like you can stop it," Camilla pouts, leaning into Isaac.

Nolan gives his best friend a look before replying, "Watch me."

Nolan takes a couple drunken steps toward the window and shouts, "Rain, stop!" as he violently points a finger towards the sky.

And the rain stops.

Camilla nearly chokes on her drink, Isaac's body jolts.

"Nolan, did you just stop the rain?" Isaac whispers, his voice a mix of fear, wonder, and something else.

"Sureashell I did. My best friend didn't want the rain, I didn't want the rain, so I stopped the rain. Endofstory I need anotherdrink." With that, Nolan heads out of the room.

Isaac whips Camilla's body around so that she is facing him. Her eyes are just as wide as his.

"Babe did you—"

"Yeah."

"Should we—"

"No."

"But—"

"Isaac, just no. So Nolan stopped the rain. And now we can go skinny dipping. Do you really want to talk about it and tell everyone now? Or do you want to get naked with your girlfriend?"

Isaac opens his mouth, but shuts it just as quickly.

"C'mon lovebug," Camilla says, knowing his answer. She pushes past him to head to the front door, and as she does, she begins peeling off her tanktop.

TEEN WOLF

Lydia stands on the back deck of the lake house, a rose colored blanket around her shoulders. Her long hair is blowing softly in the wind and the fresh lake air is filling her nose. She feels at peace… at home… happy.

"Hey," a voice says from behind her.

Turning around, the girl sees Stiles. Dark hair messily spiked up, a blue and green plaid shirt on, sneakers that are making an awkward squeaking sound on the wet lake deck. She smiles at him weakly.

"Hey."

"We're missing you in there," the boy says, "Allison is talking about wanting to do the routine… do you have any idea what she's talking about?"

Lydia giggles, "Sophomore year before the spring dance… after she convinced me to go with you, I told her that to make it up to me we had to choreograph and dance and… it was horrible. Ridiculous. Allison is a graceful bowman, but she has absolutely no grace on the dancefloor. I can't believe she wants to do the routine."

"Quite the woman, that Allison."

"Quite."

The two are silent for a moment as Stiles makes his way to stand right beside the girl. He places his hands on the guardrail of the deck and looks out at the sparkling lake. Heaving a heavy sigh, the young Stilinski says, "It's weird. You and I…"

"It is. I'm sorry it is too, Stiles, really I am. I just had it in my head that you and I would end the romantic part of our relationship and just become the Mulder and Scully of the group again, but… well, just like Mulder and Scully, there was always something a little bit more there."

"And here she is, referencing The X-Files and taking my breath away," Stiles laughs.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"And I don't want this to be how we end. This isn't how we end, is it?" the girl asks with a sad expression.

"I never really thought we would end, to tell ya the truth," Stiles responds, "they say there are two constants in life: death and taxes… and I was pretty sure they'd have to amend that saying to add us as a constant, but now…"

"It's weird. You and I," Lydia frowns.

"I love you."

"I love you too. But I can't… when I go to Yale…"

"I understand. I do. You don't want me to wait for you, but Lydia, I would wait… a lifetime to be with you. I sort of already did – need I remind you of the eight years I spent drooling over you like I was Scooby-Doo and you were a Scooby Snack?"

Lydia laughs, "No, no. I very clearly remember the drooling."

"Can't we at least try? Try the long distance thing and if it all becomes too much to bear we can call it quits? Cut each other loose."

"Try it?"

"And if it's too hard… then we just see if maybe we have a sweet reunion in a year or ten," Stiles smiles. "Come on, Lydia."

"Just try it…"

"Just try it."

It's fast. Careless. When Lydia closes the distance between her and Stiles and kisses him, tossing her blanket onto the floor of the deck. Her hands begin to wander up and down his back and the boy, confused and surprised at first, quickly succumbs to the kiss and places his hands on either side of the girl's pretty face.

When they finally pull apart Lydia smiles up at him and says, "Just trying."

"Just trying," Stiles agrees and kisses her again.

TEEN WOLF

Isaac stumbles into the kitchen where he finds Jackson at the sink filling up several glasses, each one with a different, delicately painted flower on it, with water.

"What this?" Isaac asks, motioning to the glasses.

"Nolan has had a lot to drink. As has Camilla. And I know that even though she's a werewolf now that the hangover won't be even half as bad as it would be if she were still human, but… water never hurt anyone."

"Nolan and Camilla are quite the duo," Isaac laughs as he grabs a chip from a bowl on the counter.

"They really are," Jackson agrees.

"They aren't like… normal friends. I mean, Nolan… he sometimes…"

"Comes to Camilla's in the middle of the night and kicks you out of bed? Yeah. Camilla does the same thing to me."

"It's weird, right? That they're so connected."

"She's his twisted sister."
"And he's her brother's keeper."

"And the inside jokes they have? What's with that? They sit around and quote Bridesmaids to each other or… have you heard them with the 'Butter, milk, eggs," thing? What the hell is that?" Jackson asks.

"I have no idea, but it's so weird. They're weirdos," Isaac concludes.

"Huge weirdos. If they were any other people I would be making fun of them and planning to dump pig's blood on them at the prom."

Isaac laughs, "I would help."

"I love him," Jackson sighs, "and I love her. I hate her, she gets under my skin like a body snatcher or something, and she has absolutely nothing nice to say about me or my jawline, but… I love her. And I get the feeling that as long as I've got Nolan in my life…"

"You're gonna have Camilla too," Isaac finishes, "I feel that way with Nolan."

"And with Camilla comes you. Maybe you and I should work on becoming better friends. Chances are we're going to have to put up with each other for years to come, in a much more personal way than being betas in the same pack."

"No kidding."

"Wanna help me hydrate the kids?"

"Gladly," Isaac replies, grabbing two glasses and following his fellow werewolf into the living room, "Have you heard the 'swim in the dirt' thing they do? With the Russian accents?"

TEEN WOLF

Allison laughs hysterically as she collapses onto the floor of the master bedroom in Lydia's lake house. The two girls had just finished their attempt at their infamous dance routine from sophomore year.

"I think… I'm even… Worse now… Than sophomore year," she manages to say between heaves and laughs.

"You're also very drunk," Lydia points out, folding her legs underneath her.

The brunette points a finger at her friend and agrees, "Yes. That I am. Very much am."

Lydia lets out a soft laugh.

"Have I ever told you you're my best friend?" she tells her favorite Argent.

"Many times I think," Allison replies, a slight hiccup sound in her voice. "Did I ever say to you that you are mine? My best friend, I mean… Not mine. You are Stiles' mine."

"I know what you meant," Lydia chuckles as she runs a hand along her silk shirt. Her favorite shirt that she had been saving for this night. Everyone's last night.

"I think we all sort of belong to each other, you know?" Allison voices, her eyes closed.

Lydia smiles, a light, sad, happy smile, "I think we do."

TEEN WOLF

"Can you imagine what would have happened if you hadn't come to Beacon Hills?" Isaac asks, a hand running up and down one of Camilla's bare legs.

"Honestly? No."

The boy sighs and rolls from his back to his side to better look at his girlfriend. Her dark eyes had a light in them. A light Isaac never wants to see go out.

"I don't think I would have ever known how amazing it is to love someone so much you want to give all of yourself to them. It's the most frightening thing I've ever felt. It's the most amazing thing I've ever felt," he whispers.

"I can't imagine loving anyone as much as I love you, Isaac Lahey."

Sighing solemnly, Isaac responds, "Tell me this is forever."

"I'm yours forever, baby," the brunette assures him, bringing her nearly-bare body towards his.

"God, I love you," Isaac breathes out just before his lips crash into Camilla's.

His hands roam along her body rather than just her thigh, he touches every inch.

Her hands pull at his hair, begging his lips to go lower, to bite her neck, to nibble on her ears. Then, back up to meet her lips again and start all over.

Camilla has felt no stronger emotion than the love she feels for Isaac, the unending passion and desire to be his, each day, every hour, minute, and second.

Her hands stray from his head to guide his body on top of hers, allowing him in between her legs as she wraps them around his lower half. She can feel his love for her, hard and unwavering. She wants nothing more than for him to feel her love, too.

Reaching for one of his hands, which is busy exploring her body, she leads it to the place she wants it most. He senses her desires and finishes the journey on his own, allowing for Camilla to return her hand to his hair.

When his own hand meets its destination, Camilla sighs with a mix of surprise and relief, which are both soon replaced with a burning want, no, a need.

"Isaac…" she manages to choke out. She needn't say more, as Isaac knows. Seconds pass without his hands on her body, as he strips off his clothes and she does the same.

Finally just skin on skin, the two press their lips together, feeling more free than before.

With small bits of movement, Isaac adjusts himself and Camilla moans as their love for each other collides and the two become one.

TEEN WOLF

Scott takes a long pull from the Jack Daniel's bottle and hands it to Stiles who follows suit in taking a swig. The Stilinski boy makes a sour face as the whiskey spreads through his body. He smiles at his best friend and says, "2004. Field trip to the zoo."

"And you fell into the penguin habitat!" Scott laughs.

"And you were so panicked you started having an asthma attack," Stiles chuckles, before he begins to imitate Scott's panic, "Mrs… Turner… Stiles… Penguin… and about eighty-nine puffs on your inhaler between each word."

"I thought you were going to die, dude!"

"Because they were man-eating penguins?"

"It was scary!"

"As scary as the kanima? Or Gerard?"

"Deucalion when he went on his little demonwolf rant?"

"Or my dad when you and I were playing Superman and I jumped off the roof trying to fly and broke my collarbone?"

Scott's eyes widen as he drinks some more Jack's, "Yeah. Your dad that day was scarier than any supernatural baddie that we've ever encountered, this I am sure of."

"We have been friends for a long time," Stiles comments.

"Very long. And you know what's weird?"

"What?"
"The fact that through every up and down – girlfriends breaking up with us and werewolves biting me or grandfathers beating you up – we're always right by each others' side. Even when we were fighting this year… I knew that I had you."

"Well you've always got me, dude," Stiles reminds him. "You're my brother, Scott."

"You're my brother too, M–"

"This is such a beautiful moment, why would you ruin it by saying my name?"

"You're my brother too, Stiles," the werewolf laughs.

"Thank you," Stiles beams.

"It isn't a bad name…"

"It's horrible…"

"It's kind of cute, man. Precious even."

"Please stop. You're making me want to terminate this friendship."

"I like it."

Stiles rolls his eyes, "If you don't shut up about it two loser high school sophomores are going to go trekking through the woods looking for the two halves of your body."

TEEN WOLF

Nolan walks out of the bathroom and into him and Jackson's room where he sees the werewolf sitting under the covers, shirtless. The half-demon can only assume that the werewolf's upper half wasn't the only naked part.

"What is this?" the boy asks with a soft smile, thanking god he had just brushed his teeth.

"I was waiting for you," Jackson responds, "you see, I had this theory that you would get drunk and I would take advantage of you – however, since you've sobered up considerably it seems like I'll just have to talk you into what I want to do."

"And what's that? You have some scenes from 50 Shades you've been dying to recreate? Or maybe you've been inspired by Jake Bass and all the other CockyBoys?"

Jackson laughs and reaches up and grabs Nolan's hand, pulling him into the bed. He plants a kiss on the auburn haired boy and pulls away, looking deeply into Nolan's blue eyes, "I love you."

"So I've heard," Nolan smiles.

"I don't want to be four hours away from you," Jackson sighs.

"Good thing you'll be a free agent when we go our separate ways then, huh? That way you don't have to sit around and pine over me like you're the werewolf Rick Blaine."

"We'll always have Beacon Hills…"

Nolan giggles and accepts the soft kiss Jackson gives him, "That we will."

"I'm gonna miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too."

"They say distance makes the heart grow fonder," Jackson smirks.

"I'm not sure I can get any fonder," Nolan says as he feels tears sting his eyes. "God dammit. I didn't want to… I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to cry."

"Nolan…"

"It was that first day," Nolan begins, his heart racing as he speaks, "it was that first day when you came to eat lunch with me in the library. You sat down and you asked me what I was eating and I said 'It's a fluffer nutter," and you asked me what that was and I explained that it was like a PB&J but with marshmallow fluff instead of jelly and you told me that my insides were going to rot… and you smiled at me. It was nothing, it was just a smile, but it made me feel like there was a tsunami in my chest. And I went back to reading On the Road and I couldn't focus on it because I was thinking about how gorgeous you were and how you were sitting there. Eating lunch with me. Nolan Hayes, eating lunch with his Jake Ryan. That was the moment I fell in love with you."

Grabbing Nolan's face firmly with his hands, Jackson pulls him in for a kiss. Soft, quick, almost in a habitual kind of way, it was just what the auburn haired boy needed. The kiss made it seem like they'd be doing it for the rest of their lives.

"Here's looking at you, kid," Jackson smiles before he kisses Nolan again.

TEEN WOLF

Scott sits beside Allison at the kitchen island, absently eating a brown sugar cinnamon Pop Tart in the wee hours of the morning. He and the brunette hadn't slept, and he is almost sure the same thing applies to the rest of the group.

His thoughts are confirmed as he hears footsteps padding into the room. He smiles brightly at Lydia when she comes walking in, her hair in a perfectly crafted braid, holding Stiles' hand. Scott raises an eyebrow at his best friend in a curious manner, to which Stiles simply nods back. A bigger smile spreads across the alpha's face, knowing that Lydia and Stiles had gotten it worked out. That they were it.

Next in is Camilla and Isaac. The girl smiles brightly at her cousin who smiles back.

"How are things?" Allison asks brightly.

"Honestly? They couldn't get much better," is Camilla's reply, a laugh in her voice.

Last to join the group are Nolan and Jackson. The boys walk in, looking flushed from what the rest of the group can only assume was from tantric lovemaking. Stiles smiles at Nolan and begins to giggle, forcing Lydia to elbow the dark haired boy in the side.

"Nolan and Jackson sitting in a tree," Isaac sings as he reaches into the cupboard for some Frosted Flakes, "F-U-C…"

"Like you and Camilla didn't just bang the night away?" Jackson retorts.

"Ew, come on, Jackson!" Allison protests.

"We didn't bang, Spongebob SquareJaw," Camilla corrects, "we made sweet, sweet love. The kind of love that Barry White is played to. But after that, we totally fucked like gorillas."

"Even better," Allison remarks, "ya know, Scott and I don't talk about our sex life."

"That's because when you're as loud as you two are there are no words," Stiles says, adding, "yeah. Keep that in mind the next time our rooms are right next to each other, would you?"

"We were really that loud?" Scott asks.

"Yes," the rest of the pack responds simultaneously.

Allison buries her face in Scott's shoulder, apologizing endlessly.

"I can't believe this is it," Stiles says then, "this is the last time we're all going to be together for… wow, until Thanksgiving. Have we ever been apart that long?"

"It doesn't seem like it," Lydia answers.

"It's not like we won't still talk," Jackson says, "I get the feeling that the Wolf Pack group message will be bombarded every day."

"I don't doubt it," Isaac states, "because chances are we're all going to run into some sort of supernatural trouble at our respective universities. I mean, let's face it, we all seem to be a sort of lightning rod for big evils."

"A beacon of sorts," Stiles jokes.

"And here I was hoping my biggest challenge would be deciding which section to write for the school paper," Nolan comments, before he notices Camilla tossing her head at the doors that led out to the deck.

The dark haired girl takes off to the doors first, her flip flops clapping against the tiled floors of the kitchen loudly, although the group barely pays attention. Nolan quickly follows her, planting a quick kiss on Jackson's cheek before he takes off.

"So, besides the group message should we maybe plan a weekly Skype session?" Nolan hears Stiles ask as he slides the glass door shut and hurries to walk along Camilla's side.

Wordlessly, Camilla and Nolan walk to the end of the deck. Camilla tucks her hair behind her ear and turns to look at her best friend, taking him in.

"Shall we?" Nolan grins, gesturing for Camilla to have a seat.

"We shall," Camilla answers politely, giving a little curtsey before sitting. Birds chirp incessantly all around the two, reminding the world that the day is about to begin.

Nolan and Camilla stare off into the horizon, where the morning sun is beginning to reveal itself.

"Here it comes," Camilla states.

"And off we go," Nolan responds solemnly. The words sink in as their feet skim the top of the lake's surface.

"I can't go," Camilla blurts. Nolan takes his eyes off the rising sun.

"What?"

Camilla turns to face her friend fully, "I can't go. I mean… this is it? This is how we finish? Some lame ass goodbye at Lydia's lake house? That is not the Nilla ending I had envisioned."

"Nilla, nice one," Nolan comments.

"Thank you. But don't you agree? The two of us hugging and saying 'I love you, see you at Thanksgiving,' it just… it isn't us."

"Well, no it isn't, but…"

"Which is why I have something prepared."

"You aren't going to start a flashmob to 'Creep' are you, because that seems a little bit too David Lynch and after everything with my sister I just…"

"You are my person," Camilla begins, cutting Nolan's rambling off, "you are my person. My best friend. You go to Dartmouth and you do extraordinary things, okay? Don't get mixed up with Roots of Evil or Alpha Packs or… Demon hunters with Molotov cocktails. Don't offer your life to any gunmen. Don't do that... I need you alive. You're my person. You make me… brave."

Nolan smiles, tears stinging his eyes, "You're killing me, Argent."

"I never thought I would be saying goodbye to you."

"Neither did I. But that's not what this is – this isn't goodbye. This is a hiatus. We're pressing pause and in no time at all we'll be hitting play again. It's like TiVo for our friendship."

"We will call each other twice a week and FaceTime twice a month and we will text every day."

"We'll be so sick of hearing from each other that when Thanksgiving rolls around there'll be no point in even hanging out," Nolan jokes.

Camilla pulls Nolan into a hug then, something completely out of character for the girl. Nolan is quick to wrap his arms around her. They squeeze each other and pull apart to turn back to the horizon, where the sun gets higher and higher in the sky.

From behind them, they can hear the rest of the pack talking and laughing inside.

"I want to remember it all. Every part of it," Nolan says softly.

"A lot of crazy things to remember there," Camilla says back, just as softly.

"Romance. Heartbreak. Supernatural shenanigans…"

"That's Beacon Hills," Camilla sighs, "that's all the madness of Beacon Hills."

"Is it too late to run like hell?"

TEEN WOLF

A/N: Hey guys! We are so sorry for the delay of this chapter. Life has been kicking both of our asses lately but we are finally done! We sincerely hope you enjoyed all of RLH, but unfortunately, it has reached its end. Thank you all so much for your comments, favorites, follows, and whatever else. We loved writing this for you guys!

Much love,

Narly.