Chapter 1:

The Stilinski household was just about to put out the lights when someone rang on their doorbell. Stiles had finally managed to get his father to watch the Avengers with him, and he is fairly certain he saw some tears in his father eyes at the end when the Hulk saved Tony from a certain death by falling. Running down the stairs, he yelled at his father telling him he got it. He didn't even bother to check the peephole in the door, he just opened it and ended in an abrupt halt as he recognized the person in front of him. He could do nothing but stare, as his cousin stood on his doorstep with several bags besides her and a laptop case in her arms.

"So, are you just gonna leave me out here to freeze or are you going to let me in?" Tossing her brown hair over her shoulders.
"What the hell are you doing here, Annie?" Stiles rambled, pretty certain he looked like someone had hit him on the head with something hard. It had been years since he last saw his cousin. Not since his mothers funeral.

"I decided my parents can figure out their shit alone, I'm done. So I'm crashing here with my fave cousin and uncle." Smiling, she pushed her way past Stiles and put her laptop case on the floor and went for the rest of her bags. "And my name is Anne, not Annie." The deadly undertone wasn't missed by Stiles, but he ignored it. "And you are free to close the door now, I have all of my bags inside." Shaking his head, he closed the door just as his father walked down the stairs.

"So your parents are ok with you staying here?" Sheriff Stilinski asked his wife's niece, as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Well, they didn't stop me when I walked down the stairs with my bags and laptop so I guess." Anne mumbled through her mouthful of pancakes. "I clearly told them that I would stay here until their stuff is all figured out. I am not living with those quarreling idiots for a moment longer." Shaking her head she put down the knife and stretched out for the glass of orange juice. "Thanks for taking me in, uncle." He walked over to her, and kissed her hair gently.

"Anytime, Anne, anytime." The Sheriff glanced at the watch on the wall. "Damn, I'm going to run late. So, I'll see you two for dinner later tonight?"

"Sure thing, paps." Stiles muttered through his mouthful of pancakes.
"Yeah, Stilinski Senior, you bet!" Anne turned to her three weeks younger cousin, a mischievous grin on her lips. "So you have to tell me who's hot around here."
Almost choking on his juice, Stiles laughed. "I'm so not telling you!"
"Not fair! I want all the dish before we hit for school, and you know I'll force it out of you if I have to."
"How? By talking me to death?" He grinned.
"No, I like to leave the talking to you." Anne joked, "I'm the muscle and skills in this partnership."

Not being able to keep quiet for very long, Stiles started talking about who was worth knowing at school. And probably a lot more information than she really needed, but it was nice to hang with him again. Not that she would ever admit it, but she had missed his blabbering.
Since the paperwork had already been taken care of, she only had to pick up her schedule. Starting the day with history, just like she liked it. After the awkward introducing was over with, the teacher sent her to the only spare desk in the room, right besides Stiles. Smiling she dropped next to him and took out her notebook.
"So, this teacher any good?" Anne asked quietly.

"Yeah, she's really good. You should be glad you ended up in this class." Stiles whispered back. They both looked up when Miss. Marple closed her book with a sharp noise.
"We are having a pair assignment that is due three weeks from now, and I'll be making the pairs. You will be given your subject when I'm done sorting you into pairs. Now..." Anne stared at Stiles, watching the same horror on his face. Pair assignment. The Devil's handiwork, if you asked her. Stiles was the first to be sorted, and the girl he ended up with didn't look particularly pleased with the result. Stupid girl. No one knew research like Stiles. Neither of the persons in the pairs appeared to know the other person really well, since no one smiled or cheered when they got sorted.
"Miss. Durham and Mr. Lahey. Your subject will be the Korean War." Looking around the class, Anne tried to find someone who looked for her, since she had no idea who this Lahey guy was. A tall, blonde and curly haired guy with blue eyes walked over to her desk and sat at Stiles previous spot.
"Anne." Smiling she offered her hand, a usual sign in her book for polite welcome or greeting. But he just looked at her hand and grunted.

"Yeah, I know." And that was it. Anne glared.

"Hey, mate. I think it's polite, or even normal, to shake someones hand when offered, and telling them your name is normal procedure to."
"I'm not what you would call normal." He replied, staring back.
"Obviously not. But I still want your name, since I have to write it on our paper."
"I can write it myself."
"Yeah, sure." Even Stiles from across the room saw the murderous look in her eyes. "Exuse me, Miss. Marple?" Anne asked her politely. "Mr. Lahey here is being very secretive and wont give me his name, would you be so kind as to give it to me so I can write it on my paper?" Several people in the class laughed under their breath.
"Sure thing, sweetie. His name is Isaac Lahey." Miss. Marple smiled.
"Thank you, ma'am." She looked triumphant over at Isaac, who just looked like he wanted to murder her. Not good, was all Stiles could think. Hopefully Derek has taught him enough self control to be able not to wolf out during this pair assignment. "Now that that is out of the world, where do you want to start on the assignment?"

As they were now a proper pack, everyone were sitting together at lunch. Stiles, Allison, Scott, Isaac, Boyd, Erica, Jackson, Lydia, Danny and now Anne who was surprisingly functional with everyone in the pack, apart from Isaac who still hadn't gotten over the incident in history class. He was glaring at her from across the table, and eating his lunch in silence. She even managed to get a smile out of Lydia and Jackson when she commented on the outrageous outfit the office lady had chosen to wear to work. Stiles was rather proud of her, for not shaming the family name and helping him keep up the conversation. When she saw that Isaac was glaring at her, she sighed and smiled.
"You're not still mad about the stuff in history are you?"
"No, why would I?"
"Maybe because she humiliated you in front of the entire class?" Lydia murmured, not helping.
"Oh, come on. If you had given me your name in the first place I wouldn't have had to do that, you know. I should in fact be mad at you, but as you can see I am not mad or offended." She blinked, and tossed her hair over her shoulder, letting the red in her brown hair shine in the light of the sun. To the humans, nothing appeared to change with Isaac, but the werewolves smelled it. And Isaac hated it.

"So, you're not gonna stay in tonight huh?" Anne asked as Stiles was throwing on some clothes after the shower. "I would like to meet this person who can manage to keep you away from World of Warcraft and me." Stiles snorted a laugh. "Is it your secret girlfriend? Oh, or your secret boyfriend?" Stiles turned around, stunned at the last sentence. "Oh, secret boyfriend it is then."
"What? No, don't.. I.. No." Stiles exclaimed.
"But you want him to be?" Grinning, Anne put her hand on his shoulder. "I understand. It's fine. Who is he?"

"It's no one. I..." He began but Anne stopped him.
"I've known you since you were born, mate." She stated. "And I'm smart, you can't hide it from me."

"Just because you see homoerotic subtext in every show you watch, doesn't mean it's happening in my life." Stiles lied.
"Please, we all know Destiel is meant to happen." Anne protested, let go of his shoulders and walked towards the door. "But I'll play along for now. Run to your not-quite-boyfriend and make me proud!" Being sidetracked by her cousin's potential love interest she totally forgot to tell him about where she was planning on spending her friday evening. Hiking in the woods, enjoying the view of the forest during the full moon.