#icantfixit

The problem was that no one believed him. No one believed him except Deaton and Deaton flat out refused to help him. Whenever he brought Scott or Derek to the loft nothing ever happened. They thought it was grief. That he was losing his mind.

He knew that he wasn't.

So he researched alone. Researched all night, slept through half his classes, made himself crazy,  until he finally found a lead. And so in the middle of the night, three months after Isaac was murdered Stiles disappeared. Left his phone, his laptop, his Jeep. And came back two weeks later with- supposedly- no memory of where he'd been, or what had happened to him.

And the day he returned? While he was with his father in the hospital being treated for dehydration and mild hypothermia? Isaac Lahey returned from the dead. Or returned to a corporeal and tangible body. Or at least, that was what should have been happening.  He couldn't be sure until he went to see for himself.

Stiles returned to the loft the morning after he came back, having snuck out of his bedroom, laden with pastries and coffee and clothes.

"Isaac? Isaac?" he called out, eyes wide and his body language unsure.

It should have worked, he thought to himself, it should have worked.

It was still so new to the girl, this whole — Not being friends thing. Lying beside him, his hand resting on her hip whilst her back was pressed against his chest, Annie was just grinning like a moron. This wasn’t like before, when they were shy and tentative and unsure of the other’s emotions. This was relaxed, loving — So much better. And Annie couldn’t help herself, rolling over and watching the other boy sleep affectionately.

Aw, hell.

Another school. Another address. Another life that Annie had to make up as people asked her stupid questions.

Being a hunter wasn't easy, nor was it fun -- But, it was her life. Would she change it? Hell yeah. But, for now, it was the only life she'd ever really known. Annie was never a fan of change.

She didn't bring a backpack, merely carrying a few notebooks and having a pen or three shoved into her back pockets. Why carry around a backpack full of school materials anyway? The same thing could be used for guns, ammo -- Y'know, useful stuff.

The redhead trudged down the unfamiliar hallway, ignoring the stares of curious students who couldn't help but watch her move. It wasn't even that she was incredibly attractive or alluring -- It was just that she was new. The leather jacket might not be helping things, either. Annie swiftly entered the main office, forcing a smile at the receptionist as she leaned against the desk.

"Annie -- Annie Greenberg. Uh, I'm supposed to see the principal or something? It's my first day," she said politely, letting the woman tell her to take a seat. And so, she did, quietly sitting in a chair and looking around the office almost strategically. What others might think is her just noting her surroundings was actually the girl searching for anything, well, odd.

It was her job, after all.

And then, her eyes fell upon a stranger. He was sitting across the way from her. Tall, lean, stupidly attractive -- Not that Annie was going to admit it. She stared at him for just a moment before averting her gaze, not wanting to seem creepy. That's the last thing she needed right now.