A/N: If you don't like the characters or character pairings or plot, then don't read this story.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own nor did I create Teen Wolf.

WORD COUNT: 2, 781

Chapter 1:

Long Lost Friend Returns

It wasn't long before Gen found herself on the floor of the woods, wheezing from running as far and as fast as she could, a multitude of gashes and scratches and bruises adorned her body. She had lost sight of her big sister during the battle, trying to fend off a pair of bloodthirsty Omegas. She didn't have time to shift as they came at both her and her sister with brute force.

Gen coughed up blood, spitting it on the ground and she watched as the dirt greedily absorbed it like an offering, demanding more from the injured teen wolf. She could still hear the snarls and growls of the Omegas as they scoured every inch of the woodlands. They were stupid and were thinking with their fists, not their brain (not that they had any to begin with). They didn't think to sniff around, to catch her scent as they ran right past her, a few yards away.

Gen shook her head in disappointment, before remembering that was terribly injured and lying on the ground wasn't going to help, the healing process was slow, even though it was two Omegas that took her on. Hands gripped her shoulders and her sister's familiar scent filled her nose and she was overwhelmed with relief. Her sister was okay.

"C'mon Gen, we gotta go." Jamie whispered, holding her sister upright as they hobbled away together, away from the Omegas hunting them.

"Where can we go? We've just been screwed over by two Omegas, we aren't exactly any kind of pack material right now." Gen pointed out sourly, wincing with every step, the blood flow ceasing as she started to heal.

"We're going back. I heard that there's a new Alpha in town." Jamie answered her baby sister.

"Going back where? What new Alpha?" Gen asked, not liking where her sister's thinking was going.

"We're going back to Beacon Hills, to join Scott McCall's pack."

(..)

"I'm saying that the pack to the west of here had two Betas defect under the threat of Omegas." Derek spoke gravelly, confused with the whole predicament himself.

"Hold on," Stiles started, earning an exasperated eye-roll from the former Alpha, but chose to ignore him, "you're telling me that two big bag Betas couldn't take on two Omegas? Aren't they supposed to be the runt of the pack?"

"They were former Alphas who didn't live up to their status and were demoted. They were powerful. The Betas could have easily taken them out, but not if they were separated. They'd be somewhat defenseless, more of an easy target. Especially if the Betas were young." Derek explained and Stiles scoffed, but caught a look from Scott, and he quietened down.

"What are the Betas going to do?" Scott asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Their Alpha contacted us, my family were in contact with all the packs in the county; she asked you to look after them. Give them solace in your pack." Derek answered plainly, looking at Scott.

"But how am I supposed to look after them if I don't even know who they are?" Scott asked, looking at Derek with frustration and exasperation written all over his face. "I don't even know if they're good people. I don't even know if I can trust them!"

"They're sisters. Gen and Jamie Hanson, I think that's their names." Derek knew who Jamie was very well, considering they went to school together. She'd be about 24, same age as he, while Gen, she'd roughly be the same age as Scott and Stiles, 17 or 18. It's perfect incentive for them.

"Wait, did you just say Gen Hanson?" Stiles asked, his voice deadly serious as he looked at Derek who nodded, before the younger man turned to Scott, "remember Gen?" Stiles asked as Scott nodded.

"She used to play with us all the time when we were kids." Scott reminisced. "Gen was just as close with us as me and Stiles are now, she was like a sister to me."

"Well, they'll be here tomorrow. So you should have an answer by then." Derek said as Stiles and Scott stared at each other, before Stiles looked away, his jaw clenched shut as the anger and dread rolled off him in waves.

Gen and Stiles had not parted well and it was obvious that Scott was going to have to do some major damage control.

(..)

Gen walked into Beacon Hills High for the second time, and her sister ensured, the last time.

She was committed now.

Gen was still fussing over what she was wearing. She wore black skinny jeans, coupled with tactical boots, a tight grey t-shirt which rode on her hips with a printed picture of the Superman logo stretched over her large bosom. Her curved waist pressed against the jeans and her bottom pushed out, making it an even tighter fit. She wore a leather jacket to keep her warm with her backpack slung over one shoulder. Charcoal ringlets fell to her hips and deep glinting emerald eyes covered with black wayfarer sunglasses, skittishly followed every move in the hallway. Her thick long lashes even longer and thicker with mascara, her tan skin prominent with her choice of attire, full lips glittered with a clear gloss, high cheekbones shaped her face, making it sharper, despite her slightly squared jaw, which made her look even more fierce and womanly.

Her first class was Economics, with Coach Finstock.

"Okay, listen up you punks, we have a new student with us. Some of you might know her from when you were even smaller punks than now. Genoveva Hanson." Coach unceremoniously introduced and Gen opened the door. Stiles dropped the pencil he had been twirling with his fingers and stared at her as Scott straightened. She had grown from an awkward, and more manly looking 10 year old girl, into a drop-dead gorgeous 17-year-old woman.

"Hey Coach, just call me Gen; Genoveva is a mouthful and I'm not big on it." Gen curled one side of her mouth in a crooked smile, lifting the sunglasses and sliding them up, pulling back hair as they rested like a hairband, her emerald eyes exposed, glittering like the actual stones in the morning sun.

"Alright, Gen. You can sit behind Stilinski. I'm sure you guys have a lot to catch up on." Coach ordered and Gen shrugged, walking to Stiles and smiled gently before taking her seat behind him.

Stiles, who was still trying to remember how to speak, let Scott take the lead and he smiled brightly at his long lost best friend. "Hey, Genny. Long time, no see." Scott whispered, using his old nickname for her.

Gen smiled at the nickname and looked at Scott, "hey, Scotty. Yeah, it has. I would have visited but it's been pretty rough these past couple years." Gen explained, looking at him sadly.

"Oh? Rough, huh? So you couldn't find a phone anywhere, hmm? Couldn't call, email or text? There are lots of forms of communication, but you couldn't use any one of them to get in contact with us, to keep us posted on how you are, call to ask how we are?" Stiles asked, turning around to stare at her coldly. "Yeah, I'm betting you had it real bad."

Gen fell back in her seat, taken aback, but she wasn't one to back down, as both Stiles and Scott both knew very well as she became increasingly irritated as she leaned forward, her eyes turning to stone as she glared back at Stiles. "You want to do this now?" Gen asked, her lips pressed so tightly together they became white. "You have no idea what I've been through, Stilinski. No damn idea." Gen whispered, trying not to alert Coach to their painful reunion.

"You're right, I don't know. And guess what? I don't care." Stiles shot back.

Gen pulled away, looking physically hurt at his insult for a split second, but it was gone as her expression steeled.

"Stiles." Scott whispered, conveying through his voice for his human Beta to pull back, not meaning to use his Alpha status and superiority on his troubled best friend, but he watched as Stiles turned back in his seat, reluctantly, trying to steady his shaking hands as Gen fell back in the chair, taking deep breaths to calm herself as she tuned Coach in, listening to him teach Economics.

(..)

When the bell rang, signalling the end of class, Stiles shot out of his chair, grabbing his bag and his books before almost running out of the classroom as Scott sighed, looking at Gen in sincerity. "I'm sorry, Genny, but Stiles hasn't really gotten over how you left, but I had no idea he was still this angry about it. I'm pretty sure he had no idea either." The Alpha explained as he and Gen packed their bags and walked out into the hall together, walking side-by-side.

"It's alright, we both ended things really badly, I just didn't know I could still be so easily controlled by my emotions like that, I didn't mean to retaliate." Gen said, sighing as she rubbed her forehead. "Look, if I had known I was going to cause this much trouble, I would have told Jamie that we should have just kept going."

"No, you're not causing any trouble." Scott reassured, before looking at her, "I heard about the Omegas. Your old Alpha asked Derek to ask me to let you join my pack." Scott explained, and Gen nodded, "I'm still having trouble with how you're a werewolf." Scott laughed as Gen smiled, chuckling softly.

"I come from a very long and ancient line of werewolves. I was born a werewolf. I was never human, but for obvious reasons, while I had known you and Stiles, I still had to keep it a secret. I couldn't let you guys know." Gen explained.

"Yeah, it's perfectly fine." Scott grinned, "but you and Jamie also have to realize that I haven't seen either of you for seven years. I don't really know what to expect and some of the werewolves we've encountered, weren't exactly team players. I can't let you into my pack without seeing for myself that I can trust you."

"I understand, completely." Gen said, looking at Scott with a reassuring smile.

"You do?" Scott stopped, shocked.

"Yeah. I mean, you're not being unreasonable, there's logic in your thinking and you're ethical about it. My sister did really jump the gun, she kept saying how we'd get in immediately, but she's still as impulsive as ever." Gen smiled at the thought of her sister, "but I know better, as per usual. I knew we'd have to earn our way into your pack and I know for a fact, that you don't trust anyone without good reason."

"I'm not so sure about that." Scott chuckled, looking down at his shoes. He'd made many mistakes for trusting the wrong people.

"Hey, you're still a teenager. It's okay to make mistakes. We learn from them most of the time." Gen smiled gently, before walking towards her next class. "See you later."

Scott waved as she walked off, attracting male and female attention to her as Stiles grabbed his arm, pointing at her retreating form. "You aren't seriously considering letting her and Jamie into the pack are you?" Stiles asked, his jaw clenched.

"I've said what you all thought." Scott sighed.

"You haven't said what you think. You think you can trust her." Stiles concluded easily, letting go of his best friend's arm, running both his hands through his hair.

"Stiles-"

"No, don't. You always do this. You trust anybody who walks into our lives and then we're left with cleaning up after them after they've tried to kill us and doing major damage control to the families that have been destroyed in the crossfire. She cannot be trusted. I don't care what's after her and who she was to me before the seven years that she was gone for. I'm going to prove that she can't be trusted. She has another reason for coming back and I'm going to find out what." Stiles stormed off, as Scott sighed, rubbing his head.

Gen pressed her back to the wall around the corner, tears in her eyes as she sniffled. She had no idea that Stiles was so angry. She did the only thing she could do, she ran to her next class.

It was a bad idea coming back to Beacon Hills.

(..)

Gen drove home in her deep blue 2014 Hyundai i30, turning into the large mansion-like home her sister Jamie had inherited, their childhood home.

She parked her car next to her sister's silver Toyota Prada, getting out, sighing as she grabbed her TARDIS themed backpack and set off into the house, the grand exterior made it look more sophisticated than the inside, which was modern. Jamie came in to the foyer, as Gen dropped her keys in the mosaic bowl, sighing.

"Hey, kiddo. How was school? Did you catch up with Scott and Stiles?" Jamie asked.

Jamie had deep blue eyes, just as brilliant as her little sister's green, deep brown hair, similar facial features to her sister, the same large eyes and pert nose, but her jaw was more soft, curved into a heart-shaped face perfectly high cheekbones and soft, less full lips. She was less curvy, more lean and agile, her bosom still rather large for her shape and she was tall, whereas her baby sister was 5'3.

"Hey Jayjay. I don't even wanna talk about it." Gen sighed, sniffling as she took her sunglasses off and set them in the decorative bowl as well and hung her jacket on the pins.

"That bad, huh?" Jamie asked, half of her cropped hair in a short ponytail, a fine sheen of sweat on her tan skin. "Well, I've unpacked nearly everything and before you start, I was bored and I may have arranged your room according to how I like it, so, sorry." Jamie panted, pulling her sister in a sweaty hug. Jamie's sweet scent wrapped around Gen, calming the 17-year-old.

"That's okay. And I don't really want to talk about Stiles." Gen sighed, pulling away from her sister, walking into the house. "But, Scott knew about us wanting to join the pack."

"And?"

"They don't trust us yet. We need to earn it before we can be in the pack. It's fair enough, Jamie." Gen said, sitting on the comfy white couch.

"We could be dead with those Omegas hunting us, before they decide to let us into the fold." Jamie rubbed her forehead. "Is there anything else we can do?"

"Jamie, I told you. We earn their trust, there is nothing else to it. We prove to them that we're good additions and hopefully, with time, they let us in. We can't rush things like this." Gen explained gently, telling her big sister the facts.

"Okay, I take your word for it." Jamie bent down over Gen and pressed a kiss to her forehead before straightening. "Do you have homework?"

"Eh, I'll just use the notes from my computer, I've studied every textbook from my classes back to front anyway. I've got an entire year's worth of homework on that thing." Gen yawned, even though she had dropped out of school, she kept up with her education, despite her Jamie's incessant teasing about what she did wrong to be bunking with a nerd.

"Okay." Jamie smiled, going into the kitchen to cook dinner for the two of them while Gen sat on the couch, absent-mindedly rubbing her bottom lip with her pointer finger, her mind on Stiles.

Why was he acting this way toward her?

She was going to find out.