Disclaimer: "I do not own Teen Wolf. The show, the characters, and any quotes from the show belong to Jeff Davis and his amazing team of writers. I only own Nixie, and anything I make her do or say."

So... I did a thing guys.

First of all, shout out to AnnieHart, who found my story and sent me a message about it. Thank you so much for reading the first three stories I wrote that revolved around seasons 4 and 5. Shout out to her because, in her message, she asked if I was ever planning on writing Nixie into any of the previous seasons. And obviously, Parrish appears in the later half of season 3, so writing something for that has always been a thing I thought I might try at some point. But I hadn't actually though, hadn't even crossed my mind, of writing Nixie into the earliest seasons of Teen Wolf.

And then, low and behold, here comes AnnieHart. And now I'm all like, 'You idiot. Why didn't you think of that?' Lol.

So... after she asked that, a few ideas kept bouncing around in my head, and so I had to start writing them down. Bottom line... I'm working on writing Nixie into the first three season of Teen Wolf as well. Yay! (Or boo. Depends on who you are I guess.)

So anyways, obviously Parrish isn't in here. Nixie is still Nixie, an overprotective badass. Also, just a heads up, some chapters are significantly shorter than others. Not sure if that's always been a pattern with me... but anyways. Some chapters are really long too. I usually try to keep them within 10,000 words at least, but... well, I'm not just going to stop writing to make it shorter and leave out something that I think is awesome either.

One last little note before I'm finished. I just want to warn you... I didn't proofread this quite as thoroughly as I did my three previous stories. I mean... I've gone over them, and I think I've caught all the big mistakes, but there still may be a few tiny ones lingering that I've managed to miss. If you happen to see them, and they bug you as much as they would bug me, please let me know, and I will do what I can to fix it ASAP.

Okay, I've rambled long enough. As always, sorry for the interruption. Just figured I'd give you guys a heads up. These might not be as good as my previous stories. Like I said, I created Nixie originally for the sole purpose of seeing Parrish with a love interest. But I do love Nixie, and so without further adieu, here is Teen Wolf Season 1, with Nixie. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Episode 1x1

It's all Nixie can do to keep her laughter quiet as Scott and Stiles scream like girls when Stiles hangs down from the roof of Scott's porch. Of course, considering they'd just been screaming, she didn't really have to be quiet. If Melissa was going to wake up, she'd be up by now.

Nixie Haven was the third musketeer in this dynamic trio of miscreants. Had been ever since her mom had moved her here several years back. It was the second-to-last year of elementary school when she'd first met them. And though at the time, her sarcastic wit had nothing on Stiles, she'd been able to keep up with him longer than most people.

They only really met because Stiles and her got paired together for a science project. And it was all Noah could do not to laugh at his son when he came home that first night. Because he was staring at Nixie like she was some kind of wizard while she went over the paper he'd written for the project, and was correcting it much like a teacher would. So many red marks filled the page, and she highlighted the sections she thought were good.

Stiles didn't have a lot of highlights back then. But Noah did end up laughing because as Nixie was working, she was scolding Stiles at the same time. How he hadn't written in the lines and it was making his paper impossible to follow accurately. She kept having to skip back to make sure she was reading the correct next sentence.

When she'd finished, then she'd looked up at Noah. And tilting her head, she'd asked, "Are you the sheriff?" "I am." She looked him over once more, and then pointed at Stiles and said, "He should be arrested for poor grammar and mechanics. I have never seen such a disgraceful paper in my life. And I know I'm only twelve… but still!"

To most, it would seem an odd way to begin a friendship. But Stiles couldn't help but find her adorable. Scary as well… but also adorable. She talked big and could back up her words with actions, but she was short. She always had been.

Stiles told Scott she was like a compact ninja that someone could try to carry around in their pocket. And Nixie almost hit him in the back of the head for that, except Scott assured her that he meant it as a compliment. Back then… it had been hard to tell when Stiles meant something as a compliment. Like it was said before, her own sarcastic wit was nothing compared to Stiles.

Anyways, so Stiles kept her around. He's also pretty sure that even if he hadn't tried to keep her around, she would've returned regularly anyway, if only so she could save the world from his poorly written papers and essays. She took over reviewing Scott's as well, much to Melissa's relief. And in return, the boys always provided meals at whichever house they ended up at.

Nixie knows she'll never be able to express just how much she appreciates those free meals.

Anyways, now their heading into high school. Summer is now officially over, and it's back to the grind.

Well, Nixie believes summer is officially over. Stiles is determined that it will not actually be over until morning tomorrow. Which means that there is still time to do one more amazing thing before they go back to school.

Scott looks over at where she's sitting on the steps, and then turns back to Stiles and asks, "Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" "You weren't answering your phone!" "That's when you call Nixie! Because she always answers the phone!"

Nixie holds up a finger and says, "Point to Scott. I did answer my phone. And then he dragged me out here to join him in abducting you from your house." Stiles turns his still upside down head and says, "We're not abducting him. Yet."

Nixie points at Stiles and says, "I rest my case."

Scott grins a little at her, and then looks at Stiles who asks, "Why do you have a bat?"

Looking at it, and then back at Stiles, he says, "I thought you were a predator."

Nixie holds up another finger, and then says, "Point to me. I told you he wasn't going to know it was you, Stiles." Stiles huffs at her, and then says, "Okay, but seriously. A predator? I mean… come on Scott."

Scott shrugs, and then Stiles says, "Alright, look. I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called." Nixie checks her phone and says, "More like thirty minutes now. Sorry… continue."

Stiles nods and says, "Anyways. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police." Scott shrugs for a moment, looking to Nixie for explanation. She says, "It's big. Two joggers found a body in the woods." "A dead body?"

Stiles flips down from the roof, and then turns to Scott and says, "No, a body of water."

Nixie laughs, and Scott gives her a look, but she just says, "Oh come on. Yes dumbass. They found a dead body. Like finding any other type of body in the woods matters."

Scott looks between them, and then asks, "So… you mean like murdered?" Nixie shrugs as Stiles says, "Nobody knows yet." Nixie adds, "They just know it was a girl, probably in her twenties."

Scott turns to her, and then asks, "So… wait… if they found the body, then what are they looking for?" Stiles grins and says, "That's the best part. They only found half."

Nixie raises an eyebrow, and then says to Scott, "Yes, I also find it disturbing that this is the part he thinks is the best part of the story." Stiles looks between them and asks, "What?! It's… It's…" Nixie raises her eyebrow again, and then says, "It's morbid? It's terrible? It's human sacrifice and ritual? Please Stiles, tell me which of those makes that part of the story so grand."

Stiles stares at them both, and then says, "Okay, you know what… whatever. Bottom line is… we're going."

In the back of the jeep, Scott asks Nixie, "How'd he talk you into this?" "He said he was going whether I came or not. And letting him go alone isn't an option. What if he hurts himself?" "He always hurts himself." "Exactly!"

"We're really doing this?" Stiles turns to Scott when he says that, and then replies, "You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Nixie nods at that, and then shrugs at Scott and says, "What? I'm sure things happen in this town sometimes. They just generally don't happen to us. But the night is young, so that is all liable to change."

Walking past them and past the chain blocking the entrance, she hollers back, "Come on guys. Can't find half of a dead body standing around." Scott sighs as he catches up to her and says, "I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Nixie shrugs and says, "You should've thought of that argument when we were still at your house. Might've worked there. But we're here now."

Stiles says, "Exactly! And what do you need the sleep for? Like sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." Scott huffs and says, "No. Because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line." Stiles smirks and says, "Hey! That's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

And now Scott grins when he looks up in time to see Nixie land a swift smack to the back of Stiles head. The boy ducks down from the impact, and then spins around and says, "Hey! What…" Nixie raises an eyebrow and says, "The crushing of dreams is a noble task dear sir, but you will refrain from crushing the dreams of your best friend. Consequently, you aren't allowed to crush mine either, though none of mine are so set in stone yet that you could crush them. In any case, my point is… leave him alone."

Then she drops back with Scott and says, "And yes, you will make first line. And it's going to be a great first year of high school." "You really think?" "I have confidence sir, and that is half way to making a thing true. Now we just need it to actually happen."

Scott grins at her, and then turns to look at Stiles and asks, "Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?"

Stiles pauses for a moment, and then says, "Huh. I didn't even think about that." Scott and Nixie both look at each other, and Nixie just shakes her head while smiling. This hadn't exactly been what she'd wanted to do on the night before school either. But Stiles wouldn't be Stiles if he hadn't dragged them out here, and so here she was. And whether they found this dead body or not… it was still great just to be spending time with two of her favorite people in the world.

Of course, then Scott brings up, "Also, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" Nixie freezes for a second, because even though Stiles occasionally let slip an important detail now and then… she usually didn't. And even she hadn't thought of that. And as Stiles admits to as much as well, Nixie puts an arm around Scott and says, "Don't worry. I will kick his or her ass and then we can turn them in to Stiles' dad for an award."

Scott grins down at her. But not in amusement though. It's just an affectionate grin, because he knows she's quite serious.

Ever since they'd become friends with her, Scott and Stiles hadn't had as much trouble with bullies; either to their faces or behind their backs. And that was because of Nixie.

The most vivid memory Scott has of her protecting him like that is when he'd had an asthma attack in school one day. One of the older boys from the lacrosse team was supposed to take him to the nurse to wait for his mom and an emergency inhaler. And on the way, the boy taking him to the nurse kept picking on him, flicking him in the head and shoving him forward. It obviously didn't help Scott's asthma, and he wanted to ask for help, but it wasn't like he could yell or anything.

That's when Nixie appeared, seemingly out of thin air. And there was no warning other than that, when she suddenly pounced and leapt at the older lacrosse player.

It was the first time Scott fully understood what Stiles meant when he'd called her a compact ninja. Nixie was short even today, but she'd been even tinier back then, and not nearly as filled out. And still, she managed to pound on the lacrosse player until he was bleeding from his nose and on the ground beneath her. She didn't quit until someone, a teacher from a nearby classroom, managed to pry her off him.

She got suspended from school for two days. The boy's parents wanted her gone for longer than that, but Melissa made a strong case for Nixie protecting her son.

In any case, the point of that story is that Nixie could handle herself. She might not be the most trained fighter anyone had ever seen, but they knew she'd taken several courses already after school in CQC (Close Quarters Combat), and she was just scrappy in general, and tough… and when it came to protecting Stiles and Scott, she always managed to come out on top. As though somehow, when it came to them, losing wasn't an option for her.

And he knows that in her mind, it isn't.

As they reach the top of a hill, Scott grabbing for his inhaler and taking a squeeze, they drop to the ground upon seeing the many flashlights lining the woods in front of them. Scott and Nixie look at each other, and then Nixie whispers to Stiles, "What now, oh brilliant one?" "Sarcasm not appreciated." "Serious question."

Stiles glances at her, and then scrambles up and says, "Come on!" Scott rolls his eyes and says, "Stiles wait!"

Nixie, who had managed to follow Stiles closely at first, pauses and hangs back for Scott. She knows he's having a harder time then they are, what with his asthma and all. Waiting for him to catch up, she puts a hand on his back when he bends over and gasps for air. "Just breathe Scott. We're fine."

Her head snaps to the side though when she hears Stiles scream and scramble in the dirt as a dog barks in his face. The officer in charge of the dog, shouts, "Hold it right there!" Nixie and Scott move closer, finding a tree to hide behind.

That's when they hear Noah say, "Hang on, hang on." Sighing as he looks down at his son, he says, "This little delinquent belongs to me."

And Nixie had to clamp a hand over her mouth to not laugh when Stiles simply asks, "Dad, how you doing?" Noah just asks back, "So, do you listen in to all of my phone calls?" "No." But at his dad's skeptical look, Stiles edits, "Not the boring ones."

Noah shakes his head, and then asks, "And where are your usual partners in crime?" Stiles laughs and asks, "What, you mean Scott and Nix?" Laughing again, trying to make it sound like that's ridiculous, Stiles says, "Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow. So… it's just me… in the woods… alone."

Noah gives him a look, and then says, "Even if Scott is in bed, and I highly doubt he is… I know for a fact Nixie wouldn't have stayed home if she knew you were going to be out in the woods by yourself."

Shining his light into the woods, he shouts, "Nixie! Scott! You out there?"

No response.

Noah sighs, knowing that even if Nixie is out there, she'll at least be smart enough to leave if she knows Stiles is no longer out searching for the body. So he grabs Stiles and says, "Well young man. I'm gonna walk you to your car. And you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy." "Nixie invades my privacy all the time!" "Going through your bookbag to check your homework and papers doesn't count. That's just her… knowing you need help to get a good grade."

As their voices fade, Nixie sighs and says, "Come on Scott. Let's just head back towards the jeep. If we get there fast enough, Stiles will only have to drive a little way and we can catch up to him once Noah's gone." Scott nods, but then says, "I can't run. You should…" "I'm not just leaving you out here so I can go catch Stiles. Come on. Even if we miss him… we'll have excellent company to share on the walk home."

He grins at her, and then follows as she leads the way back through the woods.

They stop after a while though, and Nixie asks, "You hear anything?" "I thought I did, but then I thought it might've just been the wind." Nixie nods, and then says, "Well, in any case, we…"

And that's when the deer start sprinting out of nowhere. Scott's eyes widen as one nearly tramples him, but Nixie grabs him and knocks him down and out of the way. Keeping herself on top of him, she says, "Stay down!"

Nixie considers it a miracle that not one of the deer actually steps on or falls on them. Sighing once they're gone, Nixie lifts herself up and asks, "You alright?" Scott nods, but then says, "My inhaler. I… I think I dropped it."

Nixie nods and says, "Alright. Let's get looking."

They pull out their phones and both start scanning the ground for his inhaler. And Nixie's just about to call it a lost cause, when she jerks around as she hears Scott shout in horror.

Well, that answered the question of which half of the body they were looking for. The top half, apparently.

Nixie gags at the sight, but then runs past it to look down the hill that Scott just fell down. Scanning the area for him, she sighs in relief when she sees him rising to his feet near a fallen tree. Shouting down, she asks, "You alright Scott?" "Yeah. I hit my back pretty hard. But I think…"

He'd no sooner started trying to make his way back up to her when he screams again, and Nixie recognizes his cry of pain as she tries to hurry down to him. Was it the killer? Was he or she going to make Scott their next victim?

Hell no.

Nixie grabs a large branch on her way down, and doesn't even pause to consider how abnormally large the wolf is that is biting into Scott's side. She just reels back and then smacks it in the face as hard as she can.

The wolf's head snaps back, but as he starts growling, Nixie grabs Scott and yells, "Come on!"

She doesn't even know where they're going anymore, which is why when they break through the tree-line and hit the pavement, it's as much a surprise to her as it is to Scott.

And to top off all the bad events of the night, Nixie and Scott nearly get run over by a large SUV rolling down the road. Seriously? What the hell?

After it passes, thankfully not hitting them, Nixie and Scott just stand there for a moment in silence. Then Scott lifts up the side of his shirt, and says, "He… he bit me."

Nixie moves to look at the wound, and it is the hugest bite mark she's ever seen. Glaring at it, she says, "I'm going hunting sometime soon and I will track and kill him." "Do you even know how to track?" "It was a huge ass black wolf that was at least two times the size of a normal wolf. How hard could it possibly be to find?"

Scott shrugs, and then as Nixie pulls one of his arms over her shoulders, he says, "I can walk. You don't have to…" "Scott, you were just bitten and nearly killed by a wolf. You will allow me to worry about you and you will keep your arm around me so if you do start to fall, I don't have to wonder whether I'll be quick enough to catch you. Got me?"

Scott grins, and in spite of the pain in his side, says in a relieved tone, "Yes ma'am."

And then he laughs when she says, "And remind me to smack Stiles in the head again when we see him tomorrow. This was stupid. Like… even for him. And you got bit. And now I need to hit something." "And hitting Stiles is the solution?" "Well, I can't hit you, and he is the reason we were out here. Makes sense to me."

They both stop walking as they hear a long and loud howl from deep within the woods. Pulling Scott more firmly along, Nixie says, "So help me, if we actually die out here tonight, I'm coming back as a ghost and I will haunt Stiles for the rest of his life." "I'll join you." "Good."

Nixie was in the parking lot the next morning waiting for Scott. It was kind of a daily ritual for them. Nixie and Scott would meet at the bicycle rack, and then they'd go find Stiles together.

Nixie smiles as Scott rolls up on his bike. Grinning at her, he says, "In spite of last night being a catastrophe, today is going to be great. I can tell." "I'm glad you can. I woke up this morning with a flat tire." "Ouch. Sorry about that." "It's okay. Not like it's your fault or anything."

Which is very true. But it wasn't an accident either. The tires on her bike had been slashed. And it wasn't even normal in that sense either. The slashes weren't straight or clean, but jagged, as though someone had taken to trying to simply tear the tires apart by hand, and had actually succeeded.

But Scott didn't need to worry about that. He still had his 'bite' issue to deal with. Nodding to him, deciding that her problem can wait, Nixie asks, "How's the bite?"

He's about to tell her, when a sleek gray car pulls up, and the door opens and knocks Scott forward into the bikes.

Nixie glares as Jackson steps out of his car and says to Scott, "Dude… watch the paint job."

He's about to walk off at that, over to some of his friends calling his name, when he nearly walks into Nixie, who put herself right in his path.

Now… Jackson wasn't exactly the smartest person you'd ever met. Sure, he got descent grades and he was good at playing lacrosse and devising strategy for the game. But when it came to understanding just who he could mess with and who he couldn't… well, he couldn't seem to ever get it straight in his head.

Until he was looking down into Nixie's blue eyes, which always seemed to harden when she was looking at him.

It's worth mentioning that Nixie would probably never actually hurt Jackson… at least not beyond repair anyway. He was dating Lydia, who was Nixie's best friend in the realm of girls.

Nixie was definitely one of the girls who was more comfortable hanging with the boys. She didn't like shopping all that much, didn't wear dresses unless the occasion required it, and she'd as soon as punch a boy in the face for touching her butt than she would smile and flirt with one of them.

But… well, Stiles has had his thing for Lydia since before he even knew Nixie. And when he saw an opportunity to possibly exist more inside of her world, he was all up for trying to take it.

His in was Nixie. Because though she was a girl who could hang with the boys easily, she was also smart. Obviously, since she was editing their papers since elementary school, but in general she was just rather intelligent.

Okay… she's kind of brilliant. But not as brilliant as Lydia. Still, they have several of the same classes together, more so than Stiles or Scott have ever had with her all in the same year. So when it became apparent then Nixie and Lydia would always see a lot of each other, Stiles suggested that Nixie become her friend.

It was easier than it sounded actually. Nixie didn't overthink it a whole lot. She just started sitting next to Lydia in their classes rather than sitting by herself. She started editing Lydia's papers while they were still in class if she had time near the end. And the first time she did that, Lydia was almost offended. Because even though Lydia was smart, Nixie still found several mistakes and marked the paper with red before handing it back to her.

But then Lydia started editing Nixie's papers as well, which Nixie greatly appreciated. For all the good she did when proofreading Stiles and Scott's papers, she could still never quite perfect her own. Apparently, according to one English professor, she never knew when to let a sentence end and then let the next one begin.

Lydia started doing that for her while proofreading. And after that… well, they started talking. Nixie even sacrificed a few afternoons to go shopping with Lydia. Which wasn't all as bad as it sounded. Lydia would even buy a few things for Nixie whenever she saw something that she felt would look great on her.

Anyways… point of this being, Nixie and Lydia are friends now. Actual friends. So Nixie would never hurt Jackson so much that it would really hurt Lydia's feelings.

That didn't mean she was above punching him in that 'pretty face' that he valued so much. And he knew it. Which is why he backed off from her and Scott and said, "Uh… just… I'll be easier with the door… uh… bye."

The boy was an idiot sometimes. But at least he knew when to just back the hell off. Sighing, Nixie turns to Scott and asks, "Now, where were we?" Scott smiles at her, and then gestures further in the parking lot and says, "Stiles is that way." "Alright. Did you already tell him about the bite?" "Yeah. I'll show it to both of you. I need you to check and make sure I put on the bandages right." "You're working for the best vet in town. Not exactly a doctor, but I'm sure that qualifies you for knowing how to use bandages."

She would check them anyway though. When she'd finally gotten him home last night, she'd snuck in with him and tended to the wound herself, reminding him before leaving that he needed to change them in the morning after he showered.

When they find Stiles, he says, "Okay, let's see this thing." Scott lifts his shirt to show the bandage. And it's a little more crooked than Nixie would've put it, but Scott did it himself. It wasn't going to be perfect. Nodding in approval, she then snaps her hand down over Stiles wrist when he makes like he might reach out and touch it. Looking up at her, he asks, "What? I just…" "It's a bite dumbass. As in, still hurts and is sensitive. You don't just touch it." "Oh fine!"

Scott nods, and then says, "It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf. Nixie saw it too, so…" Nixie nods and says, "A big ass wolf, but a wolf nonetheless." Stiles looks between the two of them skeptically, so Nixie asks, "What?" "It's just… California doesn't have wolves. Not for like… sixty years."

Scott asks, "Really?" "Yes really! There are no wolves in California." Nixie shrugs and says, "First time for everything."

Stiles gives her a look, but then jerks to Scott when he says, "Well, if you don't believe us about the wolf, then you definitely won't believe me when I tell you that we found the body?" "Oh my God! Really?"

Scott nods, and when Stiles looks at Nixie, she nods too and says, "Disgusting. I almost threw up." "Alright Nix. A little too much info for me." She shrugs again and says, "Shouldn't have sent me out body-hunting in the middle of the night. Also shouldn't have abandoned me and Scott in the woods." "Hey! If I hadn't left, my dad would've definitely gone back in looking for you guys."

Nixie then grins and asks, "So… you're the hero then? In that case, let me shower you with praises." "Now you're talking. Oh, but that is awesome. This is gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since… since…"

Nixie sees the look in his eyes and knows he's spotted Lydia. And it's confirmed when he says, "Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey Lydia… you look… like you're gonna ignore me." And she does, but once she's past him she glances Nixie's way and says, "See you in class." "Yep."

Stiles huffs and turns to Scott and says, "You're the cause of this you know. Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I've been scarlet nerded by you. You'd better be happy we were best friends before I met Nixie. With her I get invited to parties as a plus one and get to see more Lydia."

Nixie just grins at Scott's briefly worried expression, and says, "Don't worry Scott. I still would've become friends with you somehow. If for no other reason than so I can enjoy your mom's cooking, when she has time to cook." Scott smiles and then puts an arm around her shoulders as they head inside to class.

While in class, Nixie doesn't miss how Scott suddenly flinches, as though she'd just smacked him in the back of the head. Consequently, that reminds her that she needs to do that to Stiles.

Watching him in concern as he looks around in confusion, she doesn't miss when his eyes come to rest somewhere outside the windows. She tries to look to see what he's looking at, but she's too far away from the windows to get a good view.

Scott's head slowly turns, and Nixie is about to lean over and ask if he's okay, when the door of the class opens and the principal walks in.

"Class, this is our new student, Alison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

Alison walks in and takes the seat directly behind Scott. And then Scott turns to her and hands her a pen. He doesn't even say anything. Just hands her the pen. Which, she apparently did need, because she took it gratefully.

Nixie raises an eyebrow at Scott when he turns back around, but he just grins at her triumphantly and settles back into his seat.

In the hall later, walking up to her locker, Nixie turns in surprise when she sees Alison coming up right beside her. Apparently they share this set of lockers. Cool.

And apparently no one told Alison how tricky they can be. Shutting her own locker door and moving closer, she says, "Here. Read me the combination"

Alison looks up in surprise, stuttering for a moment. Nixie just raises an eyebrow, and then says, "Promise I don't want to steal anything. But this is your first day. You're gonna need like a week in training before you can open these suckers. Their ancient. Like… ancient Egypt type ancient."

Alison finally laughs, and then reads off the combination so Nixie can open the door. Tugging it aside, she then says, "I'm Nixie by the way." "Alison. Obviously. We have first period together?" "One and the same." Alison smiles again, and then asks, "Um… who was the kid in front of me? The boy with the shaggier hair?"

Nixie smiles and says, "Scott. Scott McCall." "How'd he know I needed a pen?" "Now that, I have no idea about. His powers of ESP were apparently on point this morning." Alison laughs again, and then asks, "Are you always this sarcastic?" "Generally speaking. You get used to me though."

Alison nods, and then they both turn when Lydia walks up and says, "That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?" Alison looks to her and says, "My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco."

Lydia grins, "And you are my new best friend." Nixie throws up her hands and asks, "What am I? Chopped liver?" Lydia looks at her, giving a rare affectionate smile, and then says, "Okay. Sorry Alison. You're second after Nixie. She's kind of permanently cemented herself as number one."

Alison looks confused for a second, like she's not quite sure how to take that. But Nixie puts an arm through hers and says, "Don't be offended. You'll find I'm extremely hard to replace. Not that you'll want to anyway, once I become your best friend too."

And Alison is laughing again. Well, until she sees Nixie's smile fall and her eyes harden upon Jackson's arrival. Lydia smiles up at her boyfriend, but doesn't miss how Jackson expertly keeps his eyes away from looking at Nixie. They'd apparently already had a confrontation, and it was only the first day back in school.

Turning back to the girls, Lydia says, "So, this weekend, there's a party." Jackson nods and adds, "Yeah, on Friday. You should come."

Nixie knows he's not actually referring to her so much as he's talking to Alison. But Lydia looks to Nixie expectantly, waiting for an answer. Nodding, she says, "I'll see what I can do." Lydia nods, and then looks to Alison. Sighing, she says, "I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking though."

Jackson asks, "You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage." "You mean like football?"

Nixie grins at that and whispers to Alison, "Here it comes." And then Jackson says passionately, "Football's a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. We've won the state championship for the past three years." Lydia smiles and says, "Because of a certain team captain."

Nixie feels Alison put a hand over hers and squeeze a little. She obviously felt a little embarrassed that she didn't already know about lacrosse. Gently squeezing her arm, Nixie whispers, "You'd think we didn't even have a football team the way he talks. 'Lacrosse is life.' Yeah, right up until he leaves high school and figures out the rest of the world loves football and doesn't even know what lacrosse is."

Alison smiles again, relaxing a little. Then Jackson mentions having practice and when Alison is about to suggest going somewhere else, Lydia jumps in and says, "Perfect, you're coming."

As they walk down the hall, Nixie keeps Alison's arm linked with hers and says, "You should make a note. Lydia is a good friend to have. But there are times when she is a force of nature to be reckoned with." Alison turns to her and asks, "And in those times?" Nixie grins and says, "You have two options. One is to simply let down the sails and see where her wind will take you. And the other is to paddle as hard as you can to go in the opposite direction and hope you have the strength for an escape."

Alison laughs again, and then sighs and says, "Thank you." "For what?" "For making me laugh I guess. And for making my first day a little easier." Nixie waves a hand at her dismissively and says, "This is just me being me. Thank me when I've actually done something impressive. Like helped you ace a term paper when you only have one more night to finish writing it. Then you should thank me. And I accept warm hugs and Reese cups as method of thanks, just FYI."

Out at the bleachers, Nixie waves at Scott when he looks over from his position in the goal. He waves back, and then Alison asks Lydia, "Do you know who that is?"

Obviously Alison already knows, but she wants to hear another opinion aside from Nixie's. And Nixie isn't offended. It's smart, to get more than one opinion.

But then Nixie frowns when Lydia says, "Him? I'm not sure who he is." Leaning forward, Nixie says, "Lydia. Remember when we had a talk about how sometimes you let your head get a little bit too big? And we discussed that if I have to, I'm not above also hitting you in the back of the head to make it shrink?"

Nixie smiles sweetly, but Lydia doesn't miss the glint in her eyes. And honestly, she knew better anyway. Nixie was Lydia's greatest friend. A real friend in every sense of the word. Nixie knew that she was a genius, and that when she graduated from high school she was going to start college with enough credits to almost complete a Bachelor's degree in just one year. And ninety-nine percent of the time, Lydia knew for certain that Nixie would never do anything to harm her.

But the one percent of the time that Nixie just might, was when Lydia did something that was offensive towards her two other friends, Scott and Stiles. Which is why Lydia doesn't argue. She just looks to Alison sheepishly and says, "That one's Scott McCall."

Alison nods, and then turns to Nixie and whispers, "Should I be afraid of you if I happen to forget his name?" Nixie grins and says, "No. You're new. And like I said, Lydia sometimes lets her head get a little too big. Just don't let yours get that way, and we'll be right as rain. But be warned, I will smack you upside the head if I think it's necessary to knock sense back into you."

Alison ponders that for a moment, and then asks, "And if your head gets too big?" "Then please hit me, because I hate drama and can't afford to have a big head." Alison laughs and says, "Fair enough."

And then Alison jumps when Nixie jerks to her feet as Scott hits the ground, having taken a ball to the face mask.

She can't help but smile again when Nixie glares at the person who threw it. Nixie obviously knew there was nothing she could do about it. The game involved throwing the ball at the net, and Scott should've moved. Still, she looked like a lion preparing to pounce on it's prey.

Alison had never had a friend like that. She'd never stayed anywhere long enough to make any really good friends. But maybe this time, things would be different. And she smiles again when Nixie sits back down and slips her arm back through Alison's, as though they were already best friends and it was just natural for them to sit this close.

Turning back to the game, both girls then look in surprise when Scott, who a second ago had fallen down after getting hit with a ball, suddenly catches one as though it were the simplest thing he'd ever done in his life.

Nixie can tell that Scott is stunned too. And she can't help but laugh when she sees Stiles on the bench below lean back in surprise before shouting, "Yeah! Whoa!"

Scott keeps on catching them, and when Nixie points out the coach's face to Alison and Lydia, they all laugh at the stunned expression that rests there.

And then Jackson comes up to throw, and Nixie almost wants to glare at him for clearly trying to be intimidating and make Scott fail.

But she's all smiles again when it fails and Scott catches his toss as simply as he'd caught all the others. Stiles jumps up from his seat and throws his arms around in victory, shouting, "That is my friend."

And Nixie appreciates that even Lydia stands up and cheers at Scott's great accomplishment. Nixie would give Jackson this much. He was an excellent lacrosse player, so catching his toss should've been extremely tricky. And Scott had done it. It was worth standing up for.

So even when Jackson turns to look at her, as though asking what the fuck she thought she was doing, Lydia just gave him a look and went back to cheering.

All in all, it was a great day. Just as Scott said it would be.

At Lydia's car later, Nixie says, "Hey. Let me know when you want to get started on the history essay." "Sure thing. And yes, I'll make sure Jackson isn't around when I call you." "Excellent."

She starts to walk away, but then pauses and says, "Lydia."

Lydia stands up from where she'd been about to sit down in her car. And she straightens further when Nixie says, "Be real with me for a moment."

Lydia knows what she means by that. It wasn't that being stylish or wearing her makeup and all that was something fake about Lydia. She liked to shop and she liked to make herself look pretty. That was all her. But Lydia also let the rest of the world think she was an empty-headed, kind of untalented, just a pretty face, kind of girl.

Nixie knew better. And when they were alone, Nixie was the only person Lydia let herself just… be herself around. But there were times when Nixie would ask for Lydia to 'be real' with her, and Lydia would always listen.

Nixie comes back to her and says, "Look. I'm not going to lecture you on Jackson. I know you love him and you know I think he's a jackass that isn't worth your time." Lydia nods. It had become apparent long ago that they might never agree on Jackson as a person. Nixie nods, and then says, "I know he's yours, and you know that means I don't want to have to hurt him. He's important to you, and I respect that."

Lydia nods again, and then Nixie says, "But I will beat the crap out of him, if he doesn't learn to remember that Scott and Stiles are off limits. We clear on that?" Lydia just stares at her for a moment, and then she smiles a little and says, "And if he ever hurts me?" "The boy had better sprint his way to hell, because it will be a picnic compared to what I do to him."

Smiling wider, Lydia says, "I'll try." "Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."

As Lydia drives off, Nixie makes her way back to the bike rack, when she spots Alison walking down the sidewalk towards a SUV out front. Looking down at her phone, she rereads the text she got from Stiles. "Meeting in the woods after practice. Coming?" She'd answered yes, which meant she only had about twenty minutes left to get there.

But they'd wait for her, and besides, this was important. Because if Alison was going to be one of Nixie's friends, she needed to know the rule.

With that in mind, Nixie turns and runs after her. "Hey Alison!"

Chris looks from his daughter to the girl running towards them, and then asks, "Who is that?" But at Alison's smile, he knows it's not a person he needs to worry about. In fact, Alison seemed to relax even more just because the girl was coming over.

Maybe because it would confirm that Alison was trying to make friends. In any case, Alison replied, "That's Nixie. She's the one that helped me with my locker today."

When she reaches them, Nixie points at her and says, "I have an extremely important task that you need to do right now." Alison can't help smiling again, happy that Nixie is content to be herself, even with her dad present. Nodding, she says, "Sure. Anything." Nixie nods back and says, "Take out your phone." Alison does, and then when Nixie recites her number, Alison punches it in. Then Nixie says, "Now, you must listen carefully young grasshopper. I am about to reveal to you the secret to a long and happy and fruitful life."

Chris raises an eyebrow at that, but doesn't interrupt when Nixie steps closer, as though revealing a deep secret of the universe.

And then Alison bursts into laughter when Nixie says, "Call me for anything."

It wasn't so much the statement itself that was funny. Just all the suspense Nixie put around it. Nixie grins, but then says, "Okay. In all seriousness though, I mean it. We're friends now, right?" Alison nods, happy to have Nixie here confirming in front of her father that she had indeed at least made one friend. Then Nixie says, "So you call me. For anything. It's a rule. Lydia can tell you later. But literally anything. Homework help, some guy won't leave you alone, you had a bad day… you need me to help you bury a dead body in the woods…"

And now Chris laughs too. Nixie smiles, and then says, "Anyway, you get the idea." Alison nods, and then says, "I will write this rule down." "Excellent." Then Nixie finally looks to Chris and says, "Hi. I'm Nixie. I would've said that sooner, but as you can see, I had an important situation to handle first."

Chis nods and says, "Obviously so. I'm Alison's father, Chris Argent." "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Argent. Word of warning, I will probably end up calling you Chris." He nods again and then asks, "Not that I'm offended, but why?" Nixie shrugs and says, "I'm pretty sure I like you. And I don't typically address friends by their last names. Ask the sheriff. He's a friend, and all I ever call him is Noah. Even at the station."

Then she turns back to Alison and says, "Oh, and one last thing. That paper we have to write. Let me know when you do. I can proofread it and guarantee you, like, at least an A-." "Wow. Thanks." Nixie nods, and then checks her phone and says, "Shoot, I'm late. Sorry, but I've got to go. See you tomorrow?" "You bet."

As she runs away, Nixie manages to hear Chris say, "She seems nice, Alison." "Dad, you have no idea."

Nixie is confused as hell. She doesn't have the suddenly keen senses that Scott is developing, but she's sure that this is the spot where the body had been last night. Scott finally stops at the exact point where he saw the body, and confirms, "It should be here."

At Stiles' skeptical look, Scott turns to Nixie for support, and she says, "This is where it should be. You rolled and fell down the hill right up there."

Scott sighs and then Stiles suggests, "Maybe the killer moved the body." Scott looks up and says, "Well I hope he left my inhaler. Those things cost like eighty bucks." Nixie nods and says, "I've got forty to spare if you need it."

Okay. She didn't have forty to spare. But she did have forty that she'd give him, and that was the point.

And when Stiles starts talking about the possibility of Stiles becoming a 'werewolf', Nixie slaps him upside the head and says, "Just start looking for the inhaler wise-ass." "Yes ma'am, head-slap queen." Nixie laughs and shoves him over to start looking.

She's about to bend down and start looking for it too, when she pauses upon hearing something behind her. Turning around, she glares at the figure now standing behind them. Putting herself in front of Scott and Stiles, she says, "Guys."

The man, for his part, tilts his head at her, as though confounded with why she was moving closer to him, rather than further away. Then he starts coming up to them. Scott puts a hand on Nixie's shoulder and says, "Nix… he's…" "I got this."

Which… well, she wasn't entirely sure she did. Taking on fellow high schoolers and even seniors twice her size was one thing. But this guy… she could just tell there was something different about him. Something that wasn't exactly normal. Something she hadn't ever had to fight off before.

But that didn't change the fact that he'd have to go through her first to get to Stiles and Scott.

Reaching them, he then asks, "What are you doing here? This is private property." Stiles puts a hand on Nixie's elbow, trying to silently tell her to stay calm, as he said, "Sorry man, we didn't know." Scott nods and says, "Yeah, we were just looking for something… but… uh… forget it."

The man looks between the two boys, and then to Nixie, whose eyes have not left his. Then he pulls Scott's inhaler out of his pocket and tosses it to them. Nixie snatches it out of the air and then tosses it back to Scott, still not looking away from this stranger.

He looks at the three of them one last time, eyes lingering on Nixie for a moment longer than the rest, and then he turns around and walks away. Scott sighs and says, "Come on guys. I gotta get to work."

But apparently, the stranger wasn't exactly a stranger. Because Stiles jerks to both of them and says, "Guys! That was Derek Hale." Nixie draws a complete blank, but Stiles looks to Scott and says, "It was before she got here, but you remember right? He's only like a few years older than us." Scott shrugs and asks, "Remember what?" "His family! They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago."

The boys discuss it all the way back, but are no closer to solving the mystery of why Derek might be back, when they get to their respective modes of transportation.

As they're leaving, Scott turns to Nixie and says, "By the way, thanks." "For what?" Scott just smiles at her, and then says, "You make this easier." Nixie nods, not really knowing what she's doing that's so special, but says anyway, "I'm here for you Scott. Always. And call me for anything." "Yeah, I know. I'll see you later."

"What the hell is going on with you McCall?!"

Nixie comes around the corner faster than a missile, and to his credit, Jackson immediately steps back from pinning Scott to the lockers. Scott has enough to deal with, what with sleep walking into the woods at night and going through changes that no other already hormonal teenager should have to go through. Nixie is not about to let Jackson add himself to the list of important problems to deal with.

Glaring at him, Nixie says, "The next time you lay hands on either of my boys, I will break one of them, and we'll see how well you play lacrosse one handed. Got me?"

He nods, and then turns as Scott says, "What's going on with me? You really wanna know? Well, so would I!"

Before he can say more, Nixie holds up a hand to him and says, "Scott. Remember, we're not his friends." He looks at her for a moment, and then nods. Turning back to Jackson, who is glaring at Scott again, Nixie steps up and asks, "Really? You really want to test my patience right now?"

He takes off without another word, and then Nixie turns to Scott and says, "Alright, out with it." "I just… I don't know! I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to. I'm doing things that should be impossible, at least for me. I'm sleepwalking, three miles into the woods, and… and I'm pretty much convinced that I'm totally out of my freaking mind!"

Leaning back against the lockers, Scott sighs in relief. Nixie smiles gently at him and asks, "Better?" "Yeah. Much better. Thanks. I didn't mean to…" "We all need to vent sometime Scott. Better it be with me than jackass over there." "Amen to that."

"No Scott! You're not going to believe what the animal was!"

But Scott takes off. He's starting in the game today, so he can't wait and listen to what Stiles was about to say. But Nixie climbs down the bleachers and taps him on the shoulder. Turning to look at her, Stiles simply says, "It was a wolf."

Nixie raises an eyebrow and asks, "What was? The animal that bit Scott?" "Well, maybe. I don't know about that. But there were animal hairs on the body in the woods, and it was wolf hair." Nixie nods, and then says, "Told you there was a first time for everything."

Including the fact that when Scott makes first line, after doing some seriously impressive gymnastic style moves on the field, Nixie and Stiles are the only two people not incredibly enthused about it. They should be. They should be cheering for their friend and happy and thrilled for him.

Instead they look at each other, more terrified right now than anything else.

She'd thought it was ridiculous. But suddenly Stiles' lycanthropy theory doesn't sound so farfetched after all.

When Scott knocks on Stiles door the next day and comes in, Stiles urges him to be silent.

The reason being that Nixie is on his bed, curled up and sleeping. Glancing from Nixie to Stiles, Scott asks, "What? Is she sick or something?" "What?! No. She just… Look, we were up all night doing research and she never went home. Never went to sleep either. I'll make her a cup of coffee later. First though, you need to see this."

The room is a mess, and Scott asks, "How much Adderall have you had today?" "A lot. Not the point." Scott settles on the end of the bed, glancing back to make sure he didn't wake up Nixie. "Is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?" Stiles shakes his head and says, "No, they're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale." "Oh, that guy we met in the woods!" "Okay, yes, but that's not it!"

Scott leans back in surprise, but then smiles and asks, "Okay, then what?" "Remember the joke from the other day?"

When Scott appears to draw a blank, Stiles runs a hand over his head in distress. But then they both look as Nixie says, "Lycanthropy Scott. And it's not a joke anymore."

Her hair is down now, and she would probably consider it a mess. But both Scott and Stiles agreed long ago that Nixie was one of the prettiest girls in the world when she first woke up in the morning. Stiles had even considered that he could move on from Lydia one day, maybe if he watched Nixie wake up like that a few times.

Nixie set him straight a long time ago on that point though. They were too much alike. "You're sarcastic Stiles. I'm sarcastic. We'd eventually piss each other off to a breaking point, and then we'd get a divorce and we'd fight over custody rights of the kids… it would be a mess. As friends, this works. Hell, as brother and sister, which we practically are, this works. But as lovers… this would only end in catastrophe." And Stiles has to admit, he agrees with her on that point.

Scott looks between both of them, and then says, "Not sure I'm following you guys."

Stiles tries to explain that they both think, at least very strongly right now, that Scott might be becoming a werewolf.

To which he gets angry and replies, "Are you guys seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Alison in an hour."

Stiles rushes in front of him though and says, "We saw you on the field Scott. Okay? And what you did, it wasn't just amazing. It was impossible." Nixie nods and adds, "At least for most humans. Certainly for a severe asthmatic." Stiles points at her and says, "Exactly. And even more than that, this all happened in the last couple days. Scott, nobody just becomes that good overnight. And your senses and reflexes, and we've both noticed that you haven't used your inhaler once since you got it back from Derek."

Scott huffs and says, "Okay. But guys, I can't do this right now. We'll talk tomorrow."

Nixie raises an eyebrow at him and says, "Excuse me." Scott turns to her and says, "Don't alright. I'm not blowing you guys off. I've had this date planned with Alison for two days now. It's…" "Scott… if we're right… the full moon is tonight. You do at least know what that means right?"

Scott glares at both of them and asks, "What are you guys trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is somehow perfect right now. Why are you guys trying to ruin that?"

Stiles sits down and says, "We're trying to help. You're cursed Scott." And even though Nixie isn't one hundred percent set on the idea that Scott is a werewolf, she doesn't argue right now as Stiles tries to convince Scott that he needs to be careful and take this seriously.

Though she does think it's stupid when Stiles tries to take Scott's phone and call Alison to cancel the date. She wasn't however, prepared for Scott shoving Stiles into the wall of his room, fist held in the air right in front of his face.

Scott is equally surprised by his reaction, which is also why he's surprised when someone was fast enough to stop him. Turning his head, he sees Nixie's face at his shoulder. She's got one arm around his shoulders from behind, prepared for a headlock. One of her legs is inside of his, ready to knock his body out from under him and on the ground. And she's got his arm with the first held tight at the elbow, her own arm locked around his, preventing him from progressing forward.

Straining against him, she says, "Let him go Scott. Let him go now."

Scott feels his body relax in her grip, tight as it might be. He wasn't sure why, but Nixie made things easier. The closer she was, the closer her scent was, the calmer he felt. It wasn't perfect, but he felt safe. It was like… like…

Home, he decided. She smelled like home, and all the security that came with being at home.

Scott slowly backed off, and then said, "I'm… I'm sorry."

Neither of them try to stop him from leaving as he goes to get ready for his party. Stiles then slams his head against the wall and asks, "What did we just do? We let him go." "We can't stop him if he really wants to go." "Then what? What do we do?"

Nixie shrugs and says, "You straighten up your room. We still need more research before I'm set that this is the actual diagnosis for Scott." "And you?" She shrugs again, but then says, "I'm going to tail Scott."

Yep. Definitely not good.

First that stupid Derek shows up again. To her credit, Nixie is pleased to say he was just as surprised to see her there as Scott was to see him at this party. Her eyes narrowed on Derek and he again looked confused by her reactions towards him. Her lack of fear apparently baffled him to no end.

Whatever. Nixie has bigger things to worry about. Like the fact that Scott was fine one minute, and now he looks like he's in some severe kind of pain.

She was on her bike, preparing to follow him, when she spots Derek again, talking to Alison.

Hell no.

"Alison. I'm a friend of Scott's. My name's Derek."

"The hell you are."

Alison turns around and then sighs in relief upon seeing Nixie marching up to them. She might be all fury right now, but Alison knew it was only directed at Derek.

Derek, for his part, widens his eyes at her in surprise yet again. She apparently surprised him more than most people. Go figure.

Putting herself between Alison and Derek, Nixie says, "Go find some other teen to stalk, and leave my friends alone."

Back to Alison, she says, "I know. Scott ditched you. But it's an asthma thing. It's a rarity, but it still happens sometimes. I've seen it before and he really did have to go. But don't worry! His mom knows what to do."

The lie comes easily for the purpose of saving Scott's reputation in Alison's eyes. And Alison nods understandingly and says, "Yeah, I get it. Um… do you think… I mean…" Nixie tilts her head, and Alison asks, "Could you give me a lift home? I don't need to be here if Scott's not. I… I only agreed to come because he asked me."

Nixie smiles gently, and then says, "My bike isn't really built for that. But I'm pretty sure Stiles is here somewhere, so he can give you a lift, no problems. See… here he comes." She quickly tells him to take Alison home, and then hugs Alison tight and says, "Scott will apologize in the morning. I promise. He sometimes forgets that he can't always just run off. Sometimes he should at least try to explain these things." Alison laughs a little and says, "Thanks." "No problem."

As soon as Stiles has pulled away, Nixie frowns deeply when Derek says from behind her, "You're very interesting. I'll give you that."

She surprises him again when she says, "I know you must think you're the biggest shit that's walked in here since God himself, but allow me to inform you of something you seem to not be grasping yet. All of the people you appear to be trying to threaten, intimidate, and stalk, are people that I care about quite a bit."

Marching into his space, practically toe to toe with him, she says, "And I don't care if you think you're made of titanium. Hurt any of these people, and I will find a way to break you in half." Derek stares at her long and hard, and then says, "You have no idea what you're dealing with." "Then either enlighten me, or stay the hell away from us. Either one suits me just fine."

She leaves him with that, swinging on her bicycle and pedaling away, trying to hurry after Scott in the direction he went. But the boy was seriously fast now, and not just because he was in a car. Nixie suspects that if he'd just ran away, he'd still be exceptionally faster than her at this point.

Which reminds Nixie that she seriously needed to work on getting the scrap yard motorcycle she'd commandeered working. It wasn't actually a piece of crap. There just happened to be a lot of pieces that it needed to ever function again. Which cost money, which she didn't actually have a lot of.

But first things first. And Scott's problems right now were first. She'd worry about the bike later.

"Where is she?"

Nixie jerks around when she finally hears Scott speak. Following him after he disappeared from his house had proved much more difficult than she'd anticipated. But finally, she'd found him in the woods. Sighing in relief, she heads that way, but then stops short when she hears someone respond, "She's safe. From you."

Derek Hale. Nixie would be pissed, if she weren't so confused right now. It was one thing for her to be here. She'd been trying to tail Scott for hours. But Derek? How the hell did he know where to go?

And then Derek and Scott are wrestling. Nixie grabs a long branch from the ground and raises it above her head to swing down at his.

Derek somehow manages to pin Scott to a nearby tree, and reach back and catch the branch in his other hand. Glaring at her, he asks, "How in the hell did you get here?" "Scott's here. Assume that his presence comes with mine attached, dumbass."

He raises an eyebrow at her, and then turns to Scott when he asks, "What did you do with her?" "Be quiet, both of you."

Nixie listens, hears some rustling in the woods beyond, and then Derek curses under his breath before saying, "Too late. They're already here. Run."

He says it to Scott, who looks around to see what they're maybe running from. Derek glances back at him, then at Nixie. Then he says again, "Run."

And before she can blink, Nixie finds herself scooped up in Derek's arms, and he's sprinting away at speeds that should be impossible for a normal human man to achieve.

Son of a bitch. He was a werewolf. Which meant that maybe Stiles was right about Scott turning into a werewolf. Holy freaking crap.

For the moment though, considering she can't run from danger this fast on her own, she's content to let him carry her. Well… right up until she heard Scott cry out in pain. Scrambling in his grip, she says, "Put me down! He's hurt!"

Derek does put her down. He briefly pins her against a tree, and then holds a finger in front of his lips. Staring directly into her eyes, he says, "I will get him. You will get in my way. Stay here. I'll be back."

He sprints away before she can argue, and Nixie briefly considers following him anyway. But… what if he actually knew what he was doing? And what if she actually did get in his way?

She stays were she is, closing her eyes and counting backwards from fifty. It seemed as good a number to start with as any other.

She had reached sixteen when Scott and Derek reached her again, Scott looking more like his usual self again. Hurrying forward and bending down to him, she gasps in surprise when Scott lunges at her upon seeing her. And for a moment, Derek was worried about Scott doing something he'd regret as well.

But Scott just hugged her. Tight. Tight enough to make her spine crack in a few places. But Nixie let him and hugged him right back.

Home. Safe. He felt it all when she was near. It calmed him, helped him focus again, and Derek can't help but stare in surprise when Scott turns to face him with a completely normal human face and ask, "Who were they?" "Hunters. The kind that have been hunting us for centuries."

Scott's eyes widen and he says, "Us? You mean you! You did this to me!"

"No he didn't Scott."

Both men look to her at that, and Nixie shrugs and says, "I… I just… well, am I wrong?!" Derek shakes his head, to which Nixie says, "Then stop look at me like I'm crazy."

Derek turns back to Scott and asks, "Is it really so bad Scott? That you can see better, hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope?" But as he moves closer to Scott, Nixie pushes Scott behind her and puts herself between them. Derek looks at her again, but then over her at Scott and says, "You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift."

Scott, over Nixie's head, says, "I don't want it." "You will. And you're gonna need me if you wanna learn how to control it." To that, Nixie laughs harshly. Then she says, "Scott… I have got this." "I know."

Derek looks between them both, and then says, "She can't help you! She's not like you!" "She's my friend and she would never do anything to hurt me. That's more than I can say for you already. I don't know what you want, and I don't care. I know Nixie just wants me safe."

Derek looks to Nixie again, and then says in what he hopes is a gentler tone, "Look… there are some things that will come up that you, as a human, won't be able to handle. And you just might need my help when that time comes. Whether you like it or not Scott, we're brothers now."

When he turns to leave though, Nixie stops him by saying, "Then you'd better be damn well prepared for his older sister to kick your ass if you hurt him."

When Derek's gone, Scott asks, "Older sister?" "Me of course. Who else would I be talking about? Now come on. Let's go home."

Of course, Nixie can't exactly give Scott a lift on her bicycle. Again, another reason to find a way to get the motorcycle up and running. But for now, she simply takes to walking beside her bike with Scott walking on her other side, just calmly strolling down the road… in the dark… with hunters still prowling the woods. But, as long as Scott didn't wolf-out again, Nixie figures they should be okay. Plus, hunters weren't werewolves. She can handle hunters. She thinks.

Luckily she doesn't have to find out. At least not tonight. As they're heading on down the road, Stiles pulled up in his jeep. Sighing in relief at the sight of them, he then says, "Toss your bike on top Nix. Come on, let's get out of here. It's creepy." Nixie nods and says, "You don't even know the half of it Stiles."

On the ride back, Scott asks, "You know what worries me the most?" Stiles sighs and says, "If you say Alison, I'm gonna punch you in the head." "She probably hates me now."

Nixie sighs and says, "I told her you had an asthma thing and that you had to go home immediately and that your mom knew what to do. And she left the party after that because the only reason she went in the first place was because you asked her. She doesn't hate you. But you are going to still need to apologize. And it better be amazing."

Scott smiles at her in the rearview mirror and says, "Noted. Thanks." "No problem."

But Scott's still worried. Well, until Stiles turns to look at him and then says in a gentler tone, "Hey, come on. We'll get through this. If we have too, me and Nixie will chain you up ourselves during full moons and I'll feed you live mice. I had a boa once, I could do it."

Scott finally laughs, and then again when Nixie says, "Oh, and I just remembered. Stiles, I was supposed to hit you in the back of the head for ditching me and Scott in the woods."

She didn't even hit him, and it's still a miracle they didn't wreck from all the flailing Stiles did at her comment.

"He's her dad."

Nixie looks up from her seat on the bleachers as Scott and Stiles join her, both with dumbstruck looks on their faces. Raising an eyebrow, Nixie says, "You're gonna half to elaborate Scott. Who is who's dad?" "One of the hunters from last night. The one that shot me in the arm. He's… he's Alison's father."

Well shit.

And that's Chapter 1! So... let me know what you think guys. And as always, for those of you who care to know ahead of time, this story will be twelve chapters long. Same number as there are episodes in the first season. (Wondering briefly, and let me know what you guys think, but should I go back and try to write Nixie into the first episode of season 4. I originally didn't, because Parrish wasn't a part of that episode at all. But should I maybe try to do that? Thoughts?)

Anyways, chapter 2 will hopefully follow shortly. (Again, sometimes life happens.) I hope you guys enjoy!