Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall imagines + preferences

Do I Know You pt.2 (S.M)

When I woke up the next morning I was no longer being held by Scott. I frowned slightly making my way downstairs smelling pancakes. I smiled leaning against the doorway of the kitchen watching Scott making pancakes his back muscles flexing slightly. I blushed when Scott caught me staring at him.

"I'm making your favorite. Chocolate chip pancakes with nutella on top with a glass of chocolate milk on the side." Scott beamed pouring me a glass of chocolate milk and handing it to me.

"Come here." Scott said softly placing me in front of the stove with him standing right behind me holding my arm and helping me flip the pancake. I cheered when I succeeded and Scott had the hugest smile on his face.

"Thank you Scott. Thank you for trying to help me remember it means more to me than you'll ever know." I said wrapping my arms around his waist hugging him and he squeezed me as tight as he could.

"I'm always going to be helping you remember. I'm never ever going to stop." I placed a kiss on his cheek before heading over to the pancakes and eating them.

~ 2 months later ~
Everyday Scott and the others would help me remember but it was useless nothing worked. The only thing I half remembered were my parents and even that took a little while to do. I just want my normal life back I want to remember everything. I was drowning in my own thoughts so I grabbed my car keys and made my way to Stiles's house since I guess he was my best friend before I was in a coma. I knocked on the door and Sheriff Stilinski said that Stiles wasn't home right now but I was more than welcome to wait in his room.

I made my way upstairs and when I opened the door I saw two boards full of newspaper articles and pictures of murders everywhere. I caught a glimpse of a picture of what looked liked to be a huge skeleton with armor and a horse shaped head. Under the picture was the word 'Berserker' and I suddenly had a small flashback.

I was running as fast as I could the footsteps behind me getting louder and louder, when I looked behind me one of the Berserkers were following me. I ran faster but stopped when there was another one standing right in front of me and I pulled out my sword getting ready to fight when someone with glowing red eyes came up behind one of the Berserkers ripping it's skull in half. It was Scott.

I gasped and looked at more pictures and started to get more random flashbacks of fighting supernatural creatures. I texted Scott asking if he could come to Stiles house and within 5 minutes he was here.

"Show me your eyes." I demanded as he stood in front of me and he had a confused look on his face.

"I am." He chuckled nervously.

"No your other ones. Your red ones." His jaw dropped a little bit before closing his eyes and when he opened them they were red but I wasn't scared I was intrigued.

"I remember fighting the Berserkers and I remember you saving me from one." I whispered walking closer to him my face inches away from his.

"I also remember how we met. It was in the 3rd grade and I had just moved here and I spilled my box of crayons all over the floor and you were the only kid nice enough to help me pick them up and from there on out we were inseparable."

"How did you remember?" Scott asked and I pointed to Stiles's boards and a few pictures on his shelf of all of us.

"The pictures. Once I saw a picture of all us in the fourth grade together it helped me remember everything. I remember that you're a werewolf, so is Liam and Derek. Lydia a Banshee, Malia a wercoyote and Kira a fox (sorry i don't know how to actually spell it). But one of the most important things I remembered is that I love you Scott McCall, forever and always."