Author's Note
FEMALE STILES!
I don't know why but suddenly I wanted to write a sterek and a female stiles version. I think Stiles would be hot as a girl.
John Stilinski and Melissa McCall are married and they have two kids Scott and Stiles. (The Stilinski family).
Stiles is a mage and only John's side of the family knows about that. Scott and Melissa hide the fact that Scott is a werewolf not wanting to further endanger their family.
/
"Hey mom." Scott came down from the stairs and walked over to Melissa and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and sat down at the kitchen table.
"Good morning." Melissa smiled at Scott, cooking breakfast for the two of them.
"Where's dad?" Scott asked stretching from his seat.
"He had an early shift, he should be back tonight." Melissa placed two plates on the table and sat down across from him.
Scott hummed, "It's only nine in the morning." Scott yawned.
"If you haven't noticed, but your dad has had a lot of work to do for the past week or so." Melissa took a sip of her water.
"It's not my fault we're all about the supernatural business. Oh, and I'll be at Derek's." Scott took a bite of his toast.
"I know. You better be safe. Don't commit any murders. Don't get killed." Melissa listed.
"I'm not going to murder someone." Scott groaned.
"If you need anything, dad will probably be here tonight." Melissa looked worried.
Scott nodded, "There's a full moon tonight, and I think Derek wants to be cautious, so we're probably be there for a few days."
Melissa wasn't happy with that answer, "I want a phone call and text from you, every other hour."
"Mom, I'll be with Derek and the pack."
"Yeah, and last time I checked that's somewhere in the woods."
"Mom." Scott smiled up at her.
"I know, but I want you to be safe."
"I will be."
Melissa smiled at him, feeling better with his answer, "It's been a year." she commented.
"I don't want to tell him." Scott spoke quietly.
"I know, I don't want to risk it either, but I don't like the idea of keeping things a secret from him either."
"Hey, he's the sheriff, I'm sure he has a lot more secret than either of us combined." Scott teased.
Melissa chuckled, "God, I hope not, or there will be a long discussion about it, and I'll probably have to ground the both of you in the end."
"What?! Why me?"
"Because, whatever mess your father is in, it will probably deal with you."
"I can't argue that statement."
"No you can not. You don't have plans until later?"
"I don't think so."
"Good, we have to go grocery shopping. Get changed."
"Yes ma'am." Scott stood up from his seat and took his plate towards the sink and went up to get changed.
"Oh and Scott!"
"Yeah?!" Scott replied from up stairs.
"Your sister's birthday is in a couple of months. Shouldn't you be planning on what to get her. She was not to be happy about what you got her last year."
"Hey last year does not count, I was caught up with everything."
"Doesn't matter she wasn't happy that you got her nothing. And she's your sister, Stiles will ground you herself if she was here. So you better start planning. Even I don't want to mess with an annoyed Stiles."
"Fine!" Scott replied.
"It's not fine!" Melissa yelled, "It's a You will!"
Scott smiled to himself and walked into his room. Oh my god, if Stiles knew about the supernatural she would freak. I would love to see her face when she ever finds out. Ten years, and I miss her.
/ / /
"Cali-fucking-fornia, it's great to be home." Stiles, a teenage, pale, beautiful chest low waved, brunette hair, with moles scattered around her pale beauty, showing off more of her charms. She takes in a deep breath and took in her surroundings. The smell of the summer heat embracing her welcome.
"Stiles!" Stiles turned to the voice and smiled widely, quickly running over to hug her dad. John hugged her tightly, making sure she couldn't escape, " God stiles, how long has it been since I've last seen you?"
Stiles chuckled, "I missed you too." She as well didn't plan on letting go any sooner. Stiles groaned, "As much as I would love to catch up, but staying in this position won't help either of us. Plus, your hugs have still have their death grips."
John laughed, he let her go gently, " God you've grown. Ten years was hell, and I missed out on a part of my family. That won't be happening again, right." John ordered that asked.
Stiles smiled, "Ten years and I've always thought of my family. And yes, I plan on staying." John froze, "Dad, What's wrong?" Stiles panicked looking over her father, worried.
"I need to get a bigger gun."
"What?" Stiles was suddenly confused, she was not gonna let her dad buy a bigger gun.
"Look at all these monsters." He scanned the area suspiciously, "I have to tear their eyes out for even looking at you."
"Dad!" Stiles yelled embarrassed by her father's antics. Noticing he was pointing at some random stranger.
"To the car, where it's safest. I don't want anymore victims."
"Anymore?!" Stiles shocked, "What do you mean anymore?! What have you been doing without my supervision? Wait, are you eating anything healthy? Is mom feeding you correctly?"
John sighed, "We have a few things to talk about before we do anything."
Stiles eyed him worriedly and just nodded. "Should I be worried?"
"Are you hungry?" John asked.
"Yes." Stiles groaned, "Oh my God, please I'm tired of airplane food, and dear lord, I need a bed. Wait, don't change the topic."
"Let's talk on the way." John walked side by side with Stiles, never leaving her side.
"Alright, but this better be good. I didn't come all the way from New York to find out that you haven't been eating correctly."
John chuckled, "No, of course you didn't. So, where to?" He asked opening the trunk of their car, and placing all of Stiles luggage in the back and then heading over to the driver's seat to get ready to leave the airport.
"Well, we're not exactly in Beacon Hills, and I want food now, so...closest pizza restaurant. I'm craving something greasy and carbonated. God, I want cold ass soda."
"Stiles." John glared.
"Sorry, language right. But definitely something greasy, but you're getting a salad and I'll watch you eat the whole bowl."
"Stiles, come on. You're home and we need to celebrate, let's just go to the closest pizza place and catch up."
Stiles turned in her seat and faced John and squinted her eyes, watching his every move, "Fine, I'll look it over just this once."
John grinned, "Alright, closest pizza place here we go."
/ / /
Stiles was in the middle of shoving the cheesiest pizza down her throat. "Stiles, please, have some manners." John looked shocked at the rate she was eating. He passed the napkins towards her and pushed her drink closer to her so she wouldn't choke.
Stiles tried to swallow slowly and drank her soda at it so she wouldn't choke on her large bite. "So, what's this big secret you want to tell me, in somewhat of a private place." Stiles took another sip of her drink and about to dive right back in her pizza.
"You're such a child Stiles."
"Hey, I'm providing you with extra activities for you so you can enjoy what you missed out."
"Don't talk with your mouth full."
"Do you miss parenting me? I'm sure you get say a lot of that with Stiles."
"I actually don't."
"So my older brother has grown mature." Stiles was amused by the unbelievable information.
"So, about your older brother ." John wavered, taking a bite out of his pizza.
Stiles paused from chewing and observed her dad slowly taking his bite of his pizza, noticing the fact he was stalling again. "Oh, you have to tell me. What did he do?"
John took a sip out of his water, the one healthy thing Stiles demanded him to take. "Answer a question of mine first." Stiles nodded, John leaned in Stiles following his lead, "What are the signs of a werewolf, or maybe any other supernatural creature out there?" he whispered in a low voice, so no one could hear their conversation.
"There are a lot of creatures out there, you'd have to be specific. For example a werewolf, they would stay with their pack, and have nightly sleepovers, friends that would follow them around everywhere, scenting them, the amount of food they eat would be insane. They make a big deal if it's a night of a full moon, or they act hella strange if it is a full moon. And if they've been a wolf for a while, they would stay at their alpha's habitat to feel safe, or home. But that only tells you enough if you've been over and seen the actual relationship between friends and family. They could sound like they're growling and small whimpers here and there making them sound like a dog and stuff. They usually would have traits of a dog. Why do you ask? You've been part of the supernatural society longer than I have, you should've known."
"I need a new set of eyes."
"What do you mean? Wait…" Stiles froze in her seat. "No way, Scott?" Stiles leaned into her seat, at the edge, from sudden realisation, "Do you think, Scott's a Werewolf!" she yelled standing up from her seat.
John froze in his seat, and saw the people staring at them, "Please sit down Sties. I understand you want to comic con, but we don't have any money." John awkwardly laughed, and the people thought that was a reasonable reason to go back to eating. John sighed, "Stiles, sit your making a fuss."
Stiles sat down eyes wide from the accusation, "How? When? Why? I thought they didn't know. Wait shouldn't you know, with your seeing stuff?"
"They didn't, until a sudden accident occurred in Beacon Hills and I suspect a pack of wolves are in town. And my seeing stuff?"
"What would you like me to call it? And you think Scott's part of the pack?"
"I let you go to New York to study, and you don't even know the correct terms?" Stiles sighed, John continued "Besides, I feel like I'm getting old, and I'm getting out of whack, so I new point of View would be nice." Stiles nodded her head, "Judging by how he acts around, well everything yeah. And I think mom is trying to hide the fact that Scott's a werewolf and I don't know that she knows about … stuff."
"You're a cop dad, I'll trust your judgment."
"You're a mage Stiles, I will trust your abilities."
Stiles eyed John, "So did you tell mom, that you know, that she knows and discuss it?"
"I don't know, did you tell your pizza that you know, that he knows that it was going to meet its end?" John teased.
"Fair point. But still, shouldn't you have told her?"
"It's a family secret, and our family, not a safe bet."
"You married her dad, she'll be mad that you've known about this way longer she has."
"And I'll understand the consequences."
Stiles observed John and looked him over a few times, "Fine, but you do know I'm going to make you and Scott's life a living hell."
John sighed, "I figured, but how are you going live in Beacon Hills?"
"What do you mean?" Stiles went back to her pizza.
"You're back because you finally mastered your spark. I'm sure you've battled a lot of demons there in New York, and I trust grandma and grandpa, and all you aunts and uncles up there taught you how to survive and everything, but I also want you to live a normal life in Beacon Hills. Graduate, think of your future, studies, grades, make some friends. Be a normal teeanger."
"And I'm sure normal teenager , does not include boys."
John twitched, "If I find any guy at the front of my door Stiles, I swear to god I'm shoving his ass with fucking bullets."
"Dad! Language." Stiles teased, with a smile plastered on her face.
"Stiles." John put on his serious voice, "No magic, I don't want anymore supernatural creatures, looking for my children dead. I'm serious Stiles. I already have one on the loose I can't have two of them."
"Fine." Stiles groaned, "Not even under certain circumstances."
"I will allow, healing, and that's all."
Stiles groaned, "This is going to be such a difficult Junior year."
"Stiles, no sign of you being supernatural. Nothing." John stated.
Stiles groaned even louder, hitting her head on the table silently looking up from her position and watching her dad eat. "How long has it been since Scott turned?"
"Almost a year."
"No way, and you haven't even told mom. I gotta say dad, for a cop, you do know how to keep a secret."
"Stiles, eat your pizza."
Stiles groaned while sitting back up, "Wait, if Scott's a werewolf doesn't that mean he can smell my spark?" John glared at her, "Okay, masking scent, gotcha."
"I haven't told mom that you were back. You wanted to make it a surprise right?"
"Yes! Oh my god, how should I surprise her?" Stiles squealed, "I should make dinner. I make the best … well everything, I'm definitely cooking when we get home. When's her night shift? When are we getting home? Is Scott going to be there?"
"It's an hour from here to Beacon Hills, and mom has her night shift at the hospital tonight. I don't know, you could make her breakfast. Scott won't be there from what I know, probably three days. You think you can get over your jet lag in that amount of time?"
"Wait, are you taking me to school right after I came back?"
"You're a mage Stiles, it shouldn't be a problem for you." John took another bite of his pizza, "come on, eat."
"You're so cruel." John smirked.
"Wait, you're a junior?" Stiles nodded, "Since when? Aren't you 16?"
"I skipped a grade, and I turn 17 in like a two months dad."
/ / /
"Hey mom." Scott was looking over at the cucumbers next to his Melissa, checking if it was ripe or not even though he didn't know anything about grocery shopping.
"Yes?" Melissa was in the middle of placing onions into a bag.
"Is it me, or is dad way too happy these days?"
"I think it's the fact that a cousin or someone from his family was coming to visit for a bit."
"What? Since when? Why wasn't I told?"
"I actually don't remember if they're coming this week or next week. Either way, I had to go grocery shopping."
"I'm not the one giving up the room right?"
"No, but if it's your cousin, then I would think they would be attending a few school days."
Scott groaned, "So I have to pick him up and stuff. But, why are they visiting in the middle of the school year?"
"Scott, they're your cousin, they might not even be attending school."
"Wait, you don't remember when they're coming or not?"
"Hey, in my defense, your father hasn't told me when they'd be arriving."
"So, precautionary shopping." Melissa nodded, looking over at the fruit.
Scott glanced over at Melissa, "Mom, what did you buy Stiles?"
She hummed to herself and sniffed an onion, "That is a secret." She smiled.
"You didn't buy her anything have you, and did you just sniff an onion?" Scott glanced over at Melissa's small twitch.
"I said, it was a secret, and yes, I did. It's what you usually do when you go grocery shopping."
"Right." Scott grinned at himself. "And I don't think you do it onions."
"Stop with your supernatural gifts." Scott chuckled, and Melissa sighed.
/ / /
"So where are we going?" Stiles asked.
"To drop off your stuff, and we should head out. Get you tired for the night."
"Will mom be home?" John grinned and took his phone out and punched in the numbers to Melissa's cell. Stiles sarcastically gasped, "The Sheriff, using his phone on the road. Why, has the world gone mad?"
John laughed, "Shut it kid, if you want to keep it a surprise." Stiles sat straight and sucked in her lips, showing that she has decided to stay quiet. John smiled at her antics, and waited for the dial.
"Oh put it on speaker." Stiles whispered quickly.
"Stiles." John hushed, Stiles went back to her sitting position, lips tight, and looked ahead. John sighed, and did place his phone on his speaker.
"John?"
"Hey Melissa, are you at home?"
"No, I went grocery shopping with Scott, I'm in the car, headed over there now. Scott should be leaving later to hang out with his friends. Where are you?"
"Work, I'm going to finish up a few things, before I get home."
"Will you be here before I leave?"
"Can you stay until dinner?"
"I can go now, and come back before dinner, I have nothing else to do today. But I would have to leave again later that night. But, I wouldn't mind so, yeah, I think I'll be here for dinner."
"Great, and I plan on making dinner. It's a surprise so, don't come home until I tell you it's ready."
"You? Mr. Stilinski, has a surprise, for me? God, the world is truly ending." John laughed, "Okay, I'll be there. Of course when you want me to."
"Great, I'm going to head home soon. Make sure you're not there when I get back." John smiled over the phone.
"Yes Sheriff."
"Love you."
"Love you too."
John hung up the phone. "That was so sweet." Stiles squealed.
"Shut it."
"Come on, but seriously, it's a surprise, no worries. That's the best you could come up with?" Stiles bobbled.
"I told her the truth, so now you better make her surprise dinner, and we have the house to ourselves."
"You are one hell of a sheriff." Stiles slowly applauded him.
"Why thank you." John smirked and continued driving, about twenty minutes left to finally enter Beacon Hills.
/ / /
Melissa got off the phone when she turned around and started laughing, "What have you been doing while I was on the phone?"
"Well, I thought, if you could go grocery shopping I would go get a few snacks."
"Did you mean the whole aisle?" Melissa stared at the large amount of chips and drinks in her son's arms.
"Come on, it's not that much." Scott smiled sheepishly.
Melissa shook her head, "Is it for the pack?"
"I guess."
"I was gonna buy them all pizza, but if you want to buy them chips then put them in the cart."
Scott's smile grew wide, "Thanks mom." He placed them in the cart and quickly filling about half the cart. "Who were you on the phone with?"
"Dad. I thought you would've known that with all your we-" Scott cut her off. Melissa glared at her son, not liking the way she was cut off.
"So, mom.." Scott noticed the way his mom was glaring at him. "About dinner, I can't make it, I'm going to hang out with my friends. Can you tell dad that?" Scott motioned Melissa to go along with the flow.
Melissa looked worried at the sudden way Scott was acting. "Alright, but you would miss out on his surprise dinner."
Scott laughed, a little over the top. "Dad! Making dinner? Are you sure you want to leave the house unoccupied on its own."
"We'll have to see." Melissa smiled slightly. "Are we ready to pay?" Scott quickly nodded his head. "Alright." Melissa observed Scott's actions, not liking the way he felt paranoid.
…
"Okay mister." Melissa parked their car in the lot of their house. "What was all that fuss at the grocery store about?"
"Hunters." Scott simply stated.
"Hunters?" Melissa questioned, "I thought you said that the Argents are all on the same side."
"We are, but these hunters just came into town. Apparently about a new pack or something. I'll have to talk Derek about it." Scott got the groceries out of the car and followed Melissa inside.
"Alright, then. I don't want anymore scars and blood in the house."
"When did I ever do that?" Scott looked offended by the statement.
Melissa rolled her eyes and placed her groceries on the table. "Shouldn't you be with Isaac by now. Leave, before your father gets here. He doesn't want anyone to be here when he gets home and starts his surprise ." Melissa smiled and slowly placed the groceries she bought in their rightful place.
"Good point, practice makes perfect."
Melissa scoffed, "Your father is an excellent cook when he wants to be."
"Right." Scott smiled, "I'm going to head out. Will you be good on your own?"
"Yes Scott, I'm no damsel in distress." Scott shrugged, "Go, I need to head out to work."
"I thought you had the night shift?"
"I'm splitting the time up."
"Alright, then I'll be back Monday." Scott got his bag he placed on the floor next to the door from yesterday and went out the door giving Melissa a kiss.
"Stay safe!" Melissa shouted.
"I will!" Scott replied back and headed out in Jeep.
/ / /
Stiles got out of the car and started to stretch. "God, I missed home." She took in a large breath and let the sun surround her.
"Alright missy get your stuff, the least we could do is figure out how to redecorate your room." John took her suitcases out of the car. Stiles following behind him with the rest of the suitcases.
"I would love to redecorate." Stiles cheered walking into their house. "Wait, why do I have to redecorate?" Stiles asked bringing one of the smaller suitcases up the stairs.
"Lets just say...it's exactly the same after you left." John smiled bringing one of the heavier suitcases up the stairs.
"Oh my god! Please tell me i can magic it all away." Stiles groaned.
"No, but I will get a trash bag and dump a few things or donate them. Your call."
"Both." Stiles walked into her old room and noticed how childish it looked. "You didnt even change my bes?!"
"Never got the time to."
Stiles groaned, " I am not moving in until these things are out of my room."
"That's what I assumed, so I ordered a bed and it should be here today. We only need to go pick it up. And what's going out first?"
"The toys. We can donate those and … no they are leaving. Starting with the easier stuff."
"This is going to take hours."
"Lucky for you. We have hours." Stiles grinned and started grabbing all the toys and books off her desk, shelf, and all other corners in her room.
/ / /
"Derek!" Scott walked into the Hale house with Isaac trailing behind him. He dropped his bag on the ground walking right into Derek doing a set of pull ups. "Derek, we may have a problem.."
"What." He grunted.
"Hunters."
Derek dropped from the bar and picked up the towel next to him and wiped his sweat away. "Argents?"
"No a new set of hunters here about some pack."
"But we're the only pack." Isaac commented.
"Exactly." Scott agreed.
Derek placed a shirt on, "Until we know the pack, no one travels alone."
"What if there really is another pack?" Isaac asked.
"They better be ready to get off our property." Derek sighed, "We'll talk about this later again, once the others have arrived."
/ / /
"God, this room is so bland." Stiles groaned falling to the floor, face towards the ground.
"That's why it's called redecorate. Come on, we have to take these stuff to donations and we have to get your bed. You'll have to sleep somewhere."
"Then we get lunch!" Stiles jumped up from the ground and walked out towards the door. "Come on old man! These toys won't get donated themselves!" Stiles shouted from halfway down the stairs.
"Alright princess." John smiled at the childish behavior he long missed, and followed his way down the stairs, carrying the bags of old toys and clothes with him.
Stiles open the trunk for him, "Let's see. I need a desk, sheets, definitely getting a tv. I don't think grandma is going to send in my clothes, so I'll go clothes shopping with mom tomorrow. Do I need a drawer?"
"I think you should add money to that list of things you need to get."
"Dad, seriously, you didn't think me coming back would be debt free?" Stiles watched her dad put all the bags in.
"Alright missy." John closed the trunk. "Donations first, lunch and then to the furniture store and we have them bring your needed requirements."
"Oh and my TV."
"We'll talk about that over dinner."
Stiles groaned, "Dad."
"Get in the car."
Stiles pouted but listened and got in the car. "Mom will buy it for me."
"And I said we'll talk about it." John pulled the car out of the drive away, and headed their way to finish Stiles redecorations.