Stiles took the news particularly well. At least thats what Sheriff Stilinski thought. How Stiles really ended up taking the news was in the form of stomping up to his room and throwing random useless things around e room. He was mad. M to A to the D. Sheriff Stilinski had been getting "quite friendly" with one of the medical examiners that worked for the department.

"Her name is Michelle. LaCour... Michelle LaCour and she, um. She's got two kids about your age. They're fraternal twins... Grey and Finn. Good kids, especially Finn. Although Grey has some kind of anxiety disorder and apparently Finn doesn't bring home any friends, but other than that, you three would make quite the trio, I think...I was thinking that maybe they could come over for dinner Friday." The sheriff said. Stiles had his jaw clenched and his arms crossed tight around his chest.

"Yeah, Dad. That's... That's really great, you know. If you're happy, that's all that matters. Yeah, dinner. Thats sounds great. Really... Great." He sighed, bounding up the stairs, feeling the tears choking the back of his throat.

He then proceeded to sit his back against his dresser, trying to think of anyone in his classes with the last name LaCour. He couldn't think of anyone at all.

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Grey and Finn had been hearing about nothing but information about their mother's new boyfriend. Everyday at dinner, it would be a new thing. While Finn was happy for the mother, Grey was not a happy camper.

"So I see you're forgetting Dad already, yeah?" Grey spat, dropping his fork with a defiant clink.

"I thought that we agreed that forgetting your father was the whole point of moving, Grey. He did nothing but hurt this family and we all suffered, especially your sister." Finn tried to keep calm at the mention of Heather. She was the one who had gotten hurt the most of them all.

Grey still needed the reassurance of his father. He didn't know why considering the fact that his father was one of the main reasons for his anxiety. He could hardly do things for himself. He had to listen to that voice in the back of his skull; the voice that belonged to his father.

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Friday night dinner rolled around horrifyingly fast. Stiles tried every excuse in the book to get out of dinner with the new "family". He was hushed nearly every time.

After burning everything that was supposed to be for dinner, Stiles prayed it would be the right grounds to cancel dinner. His prayers weren't answered.

Michelle showed up one kid short. "I tried really hard to get my other lovely child to come but unfortunately, they had to go to work." Grey looked at Stiles and immediately recognized him from the lacrosse team. He and Danny had gone out their freshmen year. Grey didn't meet anyone's eyes. He looked like he was trying his hardest to disappear. Grey LaCour was not a small guy. He could very easily plow Stiles into the ground.

Sheriff Stilinski had ordered manicotti from an Italian restaurant claiming that Stiles had tried to manipulate the night by burning everything in sight. His choice of manipulation was a little over the top considering when the linguine boiled over and the lasagna had small flames dancing over the surface he had a full on "spasm" covering the entire kitchen in foam from the fire extinguisher.

Mr. Stilinski and Ms. LaCour were talking like there were no boys watching their every move praying that they weren't actually interested in each other. They inevitably were. Stiles was relieved when there was knock at the door. He was to the door and up to his room with Scott faster than Usain Bolt.

Grey made his way upstairs after helping his mother and Sheriff Stilinski with the dishes. He sat outside of Stiles' room, pulling his hands through his curls in frustration, trying not to listen in on Scott and Stiles' conversation. He was failing miserably. They were talking about the bite. The same bite that had turned Grey's father into some monster that had killed his sister. The same bite that made him die when Finn's girlfriend put wolfsbane in his drink.

"Wait a minute..." Scott said abruptly stopping mid-conversation. Grey could feel his heartbeat pick in his chest as he breathed up at the ceiling.

"What is it boy? Tommy's stuck in the TNT mine and only we can get him out?" Scott hit Stiles on the face before listening to Grey's shallow breathing and rapid heartbeat.

"Does the bite get rid of mental illnesses? I know it gets rid of physical disabilities." Grey whispered, knowing Scott could hear him if he was what he thought he was.

"Who the hell was that?" Grey peeked quickly at the boys from behind the patch of wall outside Stiles' bedroom.

"Grey?" The boy came out from his hiding place like a puppy who had just decided that something wasn't dangerous. "What are you doing?" Stiles asked looking at Scott who was just as confused as he was.

"I was lonely. They are downstairs drinking wine and even though I tried to join them, my mom, not being drunk enough yet would give me nothing. So I came here and you guys were talking about something that I happen to know things about what you are talking about." Scott scoffed loudly. He wasn't about to deal with some kind of alternate Jackson.

"What do you think you know about the bite?" He crossed his arms around his chest and continued to make Grey feel like crap. He was underestimating Grey's knowledge.

"I know that one night my father came home with a huge gouging bite on his side and he woke up without it. Then he ended up killing my sister, Heather, nearly clawing my lungs out, and giving Finn long-term amnesia before my mother ended up locking him in the basement until the morning. Then when Finn brought home a girlfriend, she put wolfsbane in his drink and killed him." Stiles' jaw was dropped and Scott looked completely appalled.

"Prove it." Scott said with a stern voice. It was better than Stiles who was stunned speechless. Grey took off his shirt and threw it on the bed next to Scott. There was a long, claw shaped, wrinkled scar running from beneath his collarbone and continued down to his diaphragm.

"If that's not enough, ask my twin their father's name." He said solemnly. Scott and Stiles wore the same look of surprise. Grey pulled his shirt back on and went downstairs to walk his drunk mother home. He couldn't drive so he left their car in the driveway.

Ms. LaCour was stumbling around in front of her son, singing show tunes and carrying her heels in her hands. Grey as still quaking from the adrenaline that led to him just out right talking to Scott and Stiles. He usually wouldn't do that. Ever.

His mother stumbled through the threshold kissing her son on forehead and crashing on the couch. Grey sat out on the porch with his head in hands. Something glowed from the bushes lining the driveway.

He glared at the red lights blinking at him, trying to make out a source when it came sprinting at. He tried to jump back and get away when the beast sunk its teeth into his shoulder and scampered up the drain pipe.