The day Scott McCall got bit by a wolf was the day not only his life changed forever, but his twin sister, Sydney's as well.

That day had started as every other day this past summer.

Their mom woke them up before heading to bed from coming back from a night shift. She and Scott would make themselves breakfast before doing the list of chores that were left for them. A quick lunch and eventually, they would head to work at the local veterinary that was run by Dr. Deaton. Later, they would come home have dinner with their mom and after dishes were done, she would head into work, Scott would go up to his room to exercise to get ready for lacrosse season while Sydney would work on her photographs.

It was normal, but the only thing that was missing…

Thunk!

Stiles; also known as Scott's annoying, if not loyal, pain in the ass best friend.

Sighing, Sydney rose from desk, reluctantly pulling herself away from her proofs. She headed downstairs following her dark haired brother, noting the bat in his hands.

"Since when do you have baseball bat in your room?" She asked, startling him as he whipped around and jerked the bat back like he was about swing.

She shrieked a little stepping back, "Whoa Scott!"

Recognition flashed in his eyes, "Don't do that Sydney."

"You're the one creeping around the house with a bat." She retorted, waving her hand toward the piece of wood.

"I heard something outside and I was going to check it out."

She rolled my eyes, "Honestly Scott. Who do you think would creep around our house at this time of night? Just one person is dumb enough to do that." She reasoned with him.

He groaned, banging the bat against his head lightly, realizing who she was referring to. "Stiles."

"Let's go see what he wants." She suggested walking up to him. Gently pushing him forward, they headed outside.

The rustling of leaves could be heard from above and Scott and Sydney shared a look before she rolled her eyes. "We know you're there Stiles." She called out as she leaned into her brother, shivering as the cool night air hit her bare arms. I should've brought a jacket, she thought pityingly as she tried to steal some of the warmth Scott was giving off. Thankfully, he shifted so that she was covered from the breeze.

The top half of a body swung down causing them to jump and Scott once more jerked the bat back, but she quickly grabbed his arm to stop him from swinging.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" Scott hollered as their hearts started to calm down. Sydney seethed at the boy who looked to be caught in their trellis and she couldn't help be glad for that. Karma and all.

"You weren't answering your phone." Stiles said like it was perfectly okay reason to come over in the middle of the night and try to break into their home.

"Because heaven forbid Scott doesn't call you one night." She bit out. The amber eyed boy shot her a look that she returned with a glare of her own.

"I know it's late, but you gotta hear this." He continued as though she didn't even say anything. "I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even State Police."

Sydney forgot her annoyance with him as she and Scott exchanged a look of confusion before they turned back to the hanging boy.

"For what?" Scott asked.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods." Her heart stopped at the words a body? Why would there a body be out in the woods? She asked herself.

"A dead body?" Scott clarified causing Stiles and her to roll their eyes.

"No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body." Stiles retorted. He reached up and untangled himself from the vines and landed on his feet with an odd grace to it. She was a little disappointed that he didn't trip or something.

Scott bit his lower lip as he thought over the news, "You mean like murdered?"

Sydney scoffed at the question, "Of course not Scott." She scolded her brother before turning back to Stiles, "You said the body was found in the woods right?" He nodded. "It was probably some hiker that tripped and hit their head." She reasoned.

Stiles didn't look convinced. "Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties."

"Hold on." Scott cut in, "If they found a body, what are they looking for now?"

Stiles perked up at the question. "That's the best part. They only found half."

She stared at him, brown eyes wide. "You're serious."

"Oh yeah." He sounded way too happy about what he just told them and he had a familiar look in his eyes that they knew all too well.

"No. Oh no you don't. You are seriously not thinking of going are you?" She asked looking between him and her brother, who looked curious. "You're not going Scott and that's final."

"You're not the boss of me Syd." Scott snapped.

"No, but mom is and if you go I'll tell her."


Fifteen Minutes Later
Beacon Hills Preserve

"No mom everything's fine here." Sydney said to her mother over the phone as she leaned against Stiles beat-up jeep watching Scott and Stiles nervously pace in front of her.

"Where's your brother? I want to talk to him." Her mother, Melissa McCall asked.

"Scott? He's asleep." She told her quickly as her eyes shot to Scott, who froze at the sound of his name.

"Really? At ten?" Her mom said skeptically.

"Oh yeah. He wanted to get a good night sleep for tomorrow. Lacrosse practice and all you know?" She told her calmly.

"Alright then. Well I'll see you in the morning Bambi. I love you." She shifted uncomfortably at the nickname and mutter a quick 'love you' before hanging up. She glared at the two of them as she slipped my phone into her pocket.

"I hate you both." She said while reaching in the jeep to grab her camera bag.

Stiles grinned at her happily and she didn't know if it from the moonlight or just the weird feeling that she had with her since they gathered in his car, but the sight of his happy, carefree face had her stomach in knots.

"No you don't." He quipped and with that he turned around and headed into the woods.

They followed him quickly. As they got deeper into the woods, the trees around them grew thicker and creepier. She paused, grabbing onto Scott's arm when a thought came to her.

"You have your inhaler, right?" She asked softly, hoping he wouldn't need it though.

He rolled his eyes at her concern. "Yes I have it." He said, pulling it out of his pocket to reassure her.

"I just wanted to make sure." She said quietly. She knew his asthma was a sensitive topic and he hated being considered weak because of it, but that still didn't mean she didn't worry.

His brown eyes soften, "I'll be fine."

"Come on you two. Hurry up." Stiles called out to them impatiently causing her to glare in the direction of his voice.

"I still don't know why you're friends with him." She repeated. She had been saying that for the past ten years and never once had she gotten the answer.

"He isn't that bad Sydney." Scott sighed tiredly, obviously not wanting to have the same conversation over and over again.

"Isn't that ba-Scott, what sixteen year old boy in their right mind drags his friends to find half of a dead body?" She asked rhetorically.

"You didn't have to come." He pointed out as they finally caught up to Stiles, who was searching the area closely,

She scoffed. "And who was going to get your sorry asses out of trouble when the Sheriff finds us?"

"We're not going to get caught Pix." Stiles said, walking over to them, his search done for now.

"Don't call me that." She responded automatically. She hated that nickname. He's been calling her that since they were nine and it was always annoying. He just loved to get under her skin.

"Maybe she's right. Are we seriously doing this?" Scott asked as they started to head forward.

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles argued and she was inclined to agree.

"He's right on that one Scott."

"You didn't even want to come, Sydney." Scott snapped and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Again here to bail you two out."

"And the camera's for what? Landscape shots at night?" He asked knowingly. She shifted nervously, her grip on the strap tightening. So she was a little curious and yeah, maybe she wanted to grab some shots, but that didn't mean she wanted to actually be here.

She glared at him causing him to smirk having caught her nonverbal answer.

I hate you; she bit out in her head.

"Anyways, I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott continued his conversation with Stiles.

"Right, cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." Stiles retorted and she tried to hold in her snicker, she really did.

Scott shot them both a look causing Stiles to look smug and Sydney to look only a little guilty, but still pretty amused. "No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line."

She couldn't help it, she really, really couldn't. She laughed because that was a pretty funny joke and Scott's usually not that funny.

Scott shot her a hurt look causing her to stop laughing and grimace. Oh, he was serious.

Stiles broke the silence the fell between the three of them. "Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

She smacked him in the arm muttering 'idiot' under her breath.

"At least I didn't laugh." Stiles snapped causing her the glare at him.

Scott cut in, "Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" He asked.

Stiles paused for a quick moment and she could feel her stomach knotting unpleasantly, "Huh! I didn't even think about that."

Sydney groaned, seemingly not surprised at his words, "And what if whoever killed her is still out here?" She asked.

"Also something I didn't think about."

Scott grimaced, "It's comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail."

"But you should be used to that Scottie." Sydney mocked.

"Shut up Syd!"

"I'm just saying Scott. He always-"

"No he doesn't. Just because you have fe-"

"Oh gross! You don't know what you-"

"Don't I though? I mean I've read-"

Sydney growled at her brother, "You asshole! That's private."

"I'm just looking out for my sister." He said sardonically.

Stiles watched as the twins bicker. He always thought it was weird that they could talk without finishing each other's sentences like they already knew what they were saying. Granted he always thought it was weird whenever they did something twin-like.

"Hey! You two, can we get going?" Stiles interrupted, stepping between them.

"Lead the way then your Highness." Sydney mockingly bowed for him to move along.

Stiles rolled his eyes at her response, but still made his way further into the woods with the twins following him.

As they walked, Sydney started to notice that Scott's breathing was becoming labored. "Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight?"

"Wait, come on!" Stiles yelled excitedly suddenly.

"Wha-Stiles!" Sydney screamed, running after him.

"Stiles! Wait up! Stiles! Stiles!" Scott followed them.

Sydney caught up, knocking into his back with a force that almost that had her falling over. She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep her balanced. He reached up instinctively to grab her arms to keep her from falling.

Scott was a few feet behind them when they heard another unfamiliar voice, "Hold it right there!" He hid behind a tree trunk as his best friend and twin sister were caught in the clearing.

She felt Stiles tense under her hold at the sound of the cop. Thinking quickly, she stepped in front of him, her arms still around his neck.

He looked down at her with wide eyes.

"Put your arms around me." She whispered, pulling him closer to her body. She could feel the heat coming from him.

"What?" He squeaked.

"Scott's hiding and we're out in the open. Put your arms around me so that we have at least a half ass reason for being out here." She pulled back slightly to drop her camera bag on the ground before her arms went back around him; this time his arms slowly and hesitantly wrapped around her.

She closed her eyes as she mentally prepared herself for what she was about to do.

"Lord help me now." She whispered to herself as she stepped up on her tiptoes.

"Wha-" His voice cut off when he felt soft warm lips press against the base of his throat. He squeaked again at the feeling that rushed through him. It was oddly pleasant like warmth was charging through his veins as her mouth moved along the column of his throat to his jaw until her lips were on the corner of his mouth.

"Nothing odd about two teenagers making out in the woods." She whispered against his lips. Her warm breath smelled minty from having brushed them when she had gotten ready for bed earlier.

His heart stopped then picked up speed at the words making out. With a girl. A pretty girl with long slightly wavy black hair and dark colored eyes that had a way of getting to him and skin that wasn't as dark as Scott's, but wasn't completely pale. It was a nice balance between the two and it felt soft and smooth from where he could feel the sliver of it from between her shirt and jeans. His hands were big around her small waist and he could feel the pressure of her breasts pressed up against his chest.

But it was Sydney.

Scott's twin sister, who he has known since kindergarten. He put bugs in her hair when they were eight and she called him weird for liking Star Wars. She put honey his shoes when they were twelve to get back at him for telling Jackson that she had a crush on him. And they argued all the time and she way too protective of her brother and she wasn't any fun and she focused way too much on her photography.

Sydney, who wasn't eight years old or twelve anymore, who was soft and warm and pretty and now kissing him.

Holy crap! She's kissing me, he thought as he started to respond and any thoughts were wiped away.

His lips were warm and slightly chapped from the night air and she could tell that he had very little experience, but he wasn't awful. Especially when he pulled her closer, one of his hand sliding down until it settled low on her back and the other moving tangle in her hair. She gripped the back of his neck tighter as she nipped at his bottom lip startling a groan from him.

It was nice, even if it was Stiles.

Her brother's best friend.

"Hey! What's going on? Break it up you two." The same voice from before ordered them. They pulled apart, breathing heavily, cheeks flushed and not able to look the other in the eye.

"Hang on, hang on. This little delinquent belongs to me." The Sheriff said as he came forward. "Stiles and Sc-oh Sydney?" She could hear the confusion in his voice and she buried her head in Stiles' shoulder mortified that it was his father that had caught them.