DISCLAIMER: Teen Wolf is not mine. All original characters and changes to original plot in this story are mine. *(This will apply for the rest of the story)*
AN: Hi Reader(s)! Thanks for opening up my story and spending your time with my characters. I'm really excited about this FF and I hope to not dissapoint and to protray the characters that we love so much in the right light. Questions/comments/concerns welcome and if you're feeling generous (no pressure) favs/alerts/and comments. Flames are welcome, too. I can it. ENJOY!- OGP
Everything was normal. My life was good and there was no reason why it wouldn't be. Was. I'm always using that word a lot these days. I was ordinary. I was just me, and my brother was just my brother. Everything that was has changed into everything that is, now. Reality is changing. Wrong and right is a blurred line. And so is the supernatural- what is real and what is not. Everything has changed. Everything is different. Now I'm just trying to figure where it all began.
-And So It Begins-
Millie loved the night before the first day of school. There was so much anticipation, so much joy or dread. There was preparation or the lack of it. There was so much of everything, so much unattainable emotion that you just didn't know what to with and Millie loved to feel everything to the fullest. Life felt safe and sure and absolute. Millie was happy and everything was simple for her. Something that not a lot of teenagers her age felt these days.
Millie sure of many things. She was sure that her sophomore year would be the year to get her a boyfriend. She was sure that she'd last longer than a few dates and a goodnight kiss. She was sure that she had shed whatever scarlet letter embroidered itself onto her clothes and could finally be seen apart from her association with her brother. She was sure of this, but not quite what she'd wear on the first day back tomorrow.
Clothes were everywhere. Complete outfits were laid very carefully on her bed, shoes were scattered along the floor, and other random pieces of clothing hung from the back of her chair to the lamp next to her window. It was chaos but Millie loved it. She had to see everything- all her options and map out very carefully her decision.
"Why do girls put so much effort into what they wear?"
Millie turned away from her clothes to her brother, who was leaning against the frame. He was smiling. He had such a gentle smile.
"Glamour," Millie said easily, "And like guys don't worry as much as girls do," Millie scoffed, "please."
Scott shook his head. "We really don't."
Millie turned back her bed, "Are you sure about that? What about when you're taking this really hot girl out on a date? Or a job interview? How about that?"
"It's just school though," Scott argued.
Millie didn't say anything, she just turned her back to her brother and smiled. She wished it were as simple as Scott made it seem. School was a playground and you're either in or you're out.
Millie liked to be in.
Scott sat by the foot of her bed, his eyes trained on his phone, while Millie continued her search for the perfect outfit. They sat in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's company. Moments like this reminded Millie how glad she was to not be an only child.
"Oh! Turn this song up!" Scott jabbed Millie's leg, getting her attention.
Millie looked at the song playing on her ipod and scrunched her brows. "You like Young The Giant?"
Scott nodded excitedly, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, now turn it up my favorite part is coming up."
Millie laughed when she turned the volume on and Scott sang along to his favorite parts, terribly off key and wonderfully oblivious to it. She hummed to the song and smoothed out the shirt she had decided she was going to wear when suddenly there was a loud banging sound that echoed through the house.
Scott's voice cut off abruptly. He and Millie's eyes met with confusion. Scott stood from the floor and said, "Something probably fell in my room or something."
Millie nodded absent mindedly, not thinking much of the mysterious sound. She watched Scott walk out of her room and into his when there was another thumping sound. Millie cackled, thinking Scott had fallen or something. She went on to hang the tights and shorts that would accompany the blouse picked out for tomorrow when there was another thump. Millie rolled her eyes and walked to the room next to hers, which was Scott's.
She popped her head in and not seeing him she called out, "Scott! You okay?"
Millie pushed the door open wider, "Scott?" She said louder, looking around his room.
There was another thump, louder and closer this time. Millie jumped and spun around, suddenly fearful.
"Scott!" Millie shouted, panic building.
Hands suddenly grabbed at her and Millie screeched. She spun around, still screaming, only to see a laughing Stiles, which only elicited a louder scream of frustration.
"Stiles! What the hell?" Millie swatted at him, but he easily ducked out of the way of her hand and grabbed it.
"God! I could kill you, Stiles!" Millie swatted at him again.
"You'd really kill the son of a cop?" Stiles smirked at Millie and shoved her playfully, "Even if I have the exact location of a body?"
"Not to be mistaken for a body of water," Scott piped up from the doorway, "Already cleared that out of the way."
"It really disturbs me that this brings you so much joy," Millie sighed.
"Does that mean you're not coming?" Stiles eyed Millie, feeling slightly dejected.
"Of course not," Millie grinned, clapping Stiles on the shoulder, "Where we headed?"
Scott groaned as Stiles whooped, the three teens heading out the door.
Stiles opened his door and pushed the driver's seat forward so Millie could climb into the back. Scott jumped into the passenger and Stiles pushed the driver's seat back to it's original position and turned the old Jeep on. Millie watched through narrow eyes as Scott fiddled with the radio station.
"You know," Millie sat back with a huff, "I always get the backseat. Always."
"Smallest always goes in the back." Stiles laughed, looking into the rearview mirror.
"The backseat is so small I'd be crammed back there," Scott interjected.
Millie rolled her eyes, "I feel so excluded."
"Millie," Scott turned in his seat to her, "you're two feet away."
Millie sighed and rolled her eyes. "So what are we looking for exactly?" Millie changed the subject and leaned forward between the two front seats, looking out to see they were heading down the road that lead to the woods.
"The body was found by a hiker around this area of the woods, but the question is," Stiles pulled over and looked at Millie through the rearview mirror, "Which half are we looking for?"
The air caught in Millie's throat. "Which half? Stiles, what do you mean which half? You have us out here looking for a severed human corpse? Have you lost your freaking mind?" Millie was shouting as Stiles pulled the seat down for her to climb out.
"Can you maybe not yell, Millie?" Scott cringed as he looked around, but winced at Millie's glare, "Or, you know, keep on shouting. That's fine too."
Millie was glaring at Stiles. "Stiles, out of all the stupid crap you have dragged us into, this takes the freaking cake. Not just a slice, no, the whole pie. God, Stiles, how did you even know there was even a body to look for?"
"I have a police scanner," Stiles shrugged, closing his door.
"We're seriously going to do this?" Scott said as he pulled his hood up over his head.
"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," Stile said as he walked over the chained entrance.
Millie gave Scott an exaggerated look, but he only shrugged and reached for her hand and pulled her after Stiles, who was excitedly waiting for them.
"I wanted to get in a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow," Scott groaned as they trudged through the muddy woods.
"Yeah cause sitting on the bench takes such grueling effort."
Millie snorted and shrugged when Scott gave her a pointed look. "What?"
"You guys won't be making these jokes once I start playing this year," Scott said affirmatively.
"Hey, that's the spirit!" Millie cheered.
"Yeah," Stiles laughed, "Everyone should have a dream, even if it is a pathetically unrealistic one."
Millie looked around the dark woods and shivered. "So, I'm just gonna go ahead and say what we're all thinking. This is totally beyond creepy." Millie shivered again and rubbed her bare arms with her hands.
Stiles shrugged off the jacket he was wearing and handed it to Millie, "Nah," he winked, "Well," Stiles looked around, "Maybe a little."
"Dude," Scott scoffed, "This is seriously disturbing."
Millie gulped as she slipped her arms through Stiles jacket, "And what if whoever killed the person is still out here?"
"Yeah, I didn't think of that." Stiles grunted as he climbed up a hill.
Millie chuckled sardonically, "Yeah, cause you don't think of anything!"
"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight?" Scott was leaning against a tree and wheezing as he shook his inhaler.
Millie looked back to her brother, her brows raised in concern. Scott nodded for her to keep on going, and when Millie was sure he was fine she turned back to following Stiles, making sure Scott went in front of her. She climbed up the small hill behind Scott and when she got to the top it was to see Scott and Stiles flailing on the ground.
"Why are you on the grou-,"
Stiles pulled Millie down beside him, frantically switching the flashlight off.
Millie looked up and past the trees and saw what they were hiding from. Millie's head fell to her arms. The entire police station was all but twenty feet from them and Millie was absolutely sure they were going to get caught.
"This is increasingly ludicrous by the second," Millie hissed, "Can we please turn around now?"
"What?" Stiles exclaimed in a whisper, "No way!"
"I'm sorry we're cutting your little Indiana Jones escapade short, but your freaking dad is here! The Sheriff!" Millie's voice strained against shouting in a whisper.
"Come on!" Stiles took off in the direction of the cops and Millie and Scott ran to catch up.
Stiles was running and dodging the deputy's flashlights while Millie and Scott were trying to catch up. Scott suddenly hid behind a tree as he saw Stiles running straight for a cop. Scott tried to reach for Millie, but he only tripped her and she screamed as she fell to the ground.
"Stop right there!"
A dog was barking and Stiles fell too, but Millie was hopeful that she hadn't been caught. She glared up at her brother and gave him the finger; he only mouthed that he was sorry.
"Hold it," Millie cringed at the stern voice, "This little delinquent belongs to me."
Millie knew the voice belonged to Sheriff Stilinski and she held her breath to not give herself away. But, she was lying on the ground in full view so she knew it was only a matter of time until she was discovered.
"Hey, dad," Stiles nodded, breathing heavily, "How you doin'?"
"So are you listening in on all my phone calls?"
"No," Stiles chuckled nervously until he gave in, "Not the boring ones."
"So where are your usual partners in crime?"
"Who? Scott and Millie? They-they-they're home. Scott wanted to get sleep before practice tomorrow, and you know Millie, she hates the woods. So it's just me, in the woods, alone."
"Mhmm," Millie heard the Sheriff walk towards her, "You're a terrible liar."
Millie was suddenly looking at a pair of boots. She looked up with her best smile and grinned, "Hey, Sheriff, nice night right?"
The Sheriff knelt down in front of her, "Where's your brother, Millie?"
"He really did stay home, I promise," Millie held up her pinkie with narrowed, shining eyes. She was the best liar between the three, "He's very adamant that he'll make the first string this year, which according to Scott, requires a lot of sleep, which," Millie scoffed, "is absurd. His facts are completely wrong and scientifically unreasonable and- oh!"
The Sheriff had grabbed her underneath the arms and lifted her onto her feet. His hand was gripping her elbow.
"Scott!" The Sheriff yelled, shining his flashlight towards the tree that Scott was hidden behind.
"He's really not here," Millie urged, stepping in front of the flashlight. "It's starting to rain, so can we go now?"
The Sheriff sighed heavily. His hand was still holding Millie's elbow as his other hand went to the back of Stiles's neck. "I'm going to walk the two of you back to the car, and we're going to have a long conversation about invasion of privacy."
-!-!-!-
Scott was breathing heavily as they walked away, but as he started walking through the dark and cold woods, the thought of being alone wasn't so inviting anymore and he was now wishing that he had been caught.
Something had caught his eye and tried to move closer but a stampede of deer suddenly came trampling in out of nowhere. Scott fell to the ground, huddling so that he wouldn't get trampled over.
"Damn it," He muttered as he realized he had dropped his inhaler. He turned the flashlight on in his phone but stepped back quickly with a yelp.
He had found the half of the body and it wasn't as glamorous as Stiles made it out to be. He kept walking backwards which proved to be a terrible idea. He stumbled down the hill and grunted as he landed on his back. He sat up to find another creature staring at him menacingly. He couldn't tell what it looked like, but the only thing that came to mind was a wolf. He jumped up to start running but the wolf like creature was faster. It came running at him and as Scott tried running away he knew this creature was too big to be a normal wolf. The wolf suddenly pounced and Scott roared in agony. His hand went to his side and when he took it away there was blood pouring out and over his jacket.
Scott took off into a sprint, desperate to get away and for anyone to find him. But, as he blindly ran into the street, he nearly ran into a speeding car. Scott came to a sudden halt and the car swerved around him. He looked behind him and found that the wolf like creature was no longer chasing him but his side was throbbing in pain. He lifted his jacket up to see a bite mark?
"What the…?" Scott looked up through the pouring rain and down the winding road, knowing it was going to be a long and painful night.
-!-!-!-
"And that's why," Sheriff Stilinski said as he shoved Stiles and Millie into the back of his squad car, "We do not infringe on investigations and invade my professional privacy."
Millie cleared her throat and held up a hand, "You know, I wouldn't exactly call us criminals, I mean, we're harmless. What have we done? It's a little farfetched and extreme don't you think?"
The Sheriff turned back, his eyes wide incredulously, "Vandalism," he held one finger out, "Disturbing the peace," He held a second out, "Public indecency," he held a third finger out.
"That was Scott," Millie interjected.
"And it was a dare," Stiles spoke up then laughed, "I still can't believe he did it."
Millie snorted. "Right? And the look on Mrs. Keller's face?"
Stiles threw his head back. "Priceless!"
"Breaking and entering," The Sheriff spoke loudly over them, holding a fourth finger out.
"Yeah," Millie nodded her head in acknowledgment, "That one was me."
"And not to mention the piles of speeding tickets I covered for you guys," The sheriff said, five fingers held out, his eyes narrowed at his son.
"I have a heavy foot," Stiles argued.
"And!" The Sheriff continued, "The unsolved mysterious miscellaneous cases that cover everything from theft to, to, hacking, which, let's be honest, we know who's behind those."
Millie shifted uncomfortably.
"Would you like me to continue?"
Millie and Stiles shook their heads. "No. Nope. We're good," they said simultaneously.
"We're despicable human beings," Millie said dramatically.
"Yes, you are." Sheriff Stilinski turned back around and drove the car to the entrance, Stiles and Millie's eyes meeting. They silently laughed in the back seat, leaning on each other and trying to catch their breath inconspicuously.
The Sheriff parked and unlocked the doors. "Now, go straight home, do you understand?"
"Yes sir!" Stiles jumped out of the car.
"So," Millie said casually, half way out of the car, "What are the odds of you not saying anything to my mom?"
"Get out," Sheriff Stilinski groaned.
"Yep. You got it. Absolutely. Have a wonderful night," Millie raced to catch up with Stiles who was waiting at the car.
"His he not there?" Millie asked as she neared.
Stiles shook his head as he clicked his phone off and shoved it into his jeans. "And he's not answering his phone either."
Millie sighed and looked around. "Let's just wait for him here. This is where he'd meet us."
Stiles shook his head and jumped in place. "He's probably halfway to your house by now. Our best bet is to just meet him there."
The rain was coming down much more arduously. Millie looked around one last time and reluctantly nodded. They got into Stiles's Jeep and as he drove off Millie looked out the window and hoped that Scott was fine, even if she didn't feel it to be true.
AN: And that's it. That's the first chapter. The second one is on its way pending on the initial response of this chapter :)