Just a late night idea! Let me know what you think. My first Teen Wolf Fanfic. My story has a few added characters, one being Stiles' sister. I adore both Stiles and Derek so you know that they will be a big part of this story. Let me know if I should go on! Thanks. I DO NOT own any part of Teen Wolf or its characters.
"I realize it's not the brightest idea I've ever had, but it could work, right?" Stiles questioned, subconsciously holding in his breath as he searched hi s best friend's face for any tell.
"Well...I could never do it Stiles, I'm only a beta, and even if I could..." Scott answered wearily. He was always uncomfortable when Stile's brought up this subject. He never knew what to say and even when he tried anything that came out of his mouth sounded terrible and forced.
"But you think it would work, right! When we finally nab the Alpha, Derek could do it right?" Stiles mumbled so quickly he was almost incomprehensible. He had a hopeful look on his face, his eyes lighting up just enough for Scott to see. He didn't know the answer to Stiles' question. Sure Derek could do it; the real question was if he would do it. It would be breaking The Code and what if it didn't work. Derek would be a murderer.
"Stiles, you know Derek, he isn't the most considerate. I doubt he would do it." Scott tried his best to let Stiles down easy, get him to forget the idea, but he could tell his best friend wasn't going to take no for an answer. It was time to pull out the big guns, "Plus what if I didn't work; she could die."
"She's going to anyway." Stiles said darkly, his body language showing his disappointment. Not only had he risked his life, numerous times, for his werewolf friends, but he had done it without asking for thanks or anything in return. Why was this one simple favour so difficult?
"Stiles-" Scott tried to bring his friend back down to earth but Stiles was already consumed with his thoughts and headed down the hallway. Ugh, this is exactly why Scott did his best to avoid talking about Stiles' sister.
LATER THAT EVENING: STILINSKI RESIDENCE
Madeleine rummaged through the cupboard in search of just the right seasoning. The popcorn was popping in the microwave but she suddenly had an urge to spice things up a bit. Dill pickle sounded perfect. If only she was tall enough to reach the back of the cupboard and grab it. Snatching a chair from the dining room she positioned it under the counter, jumped up and stretched on her tippy toes.
"There we go – just about," unfortunately just as the tips of her fingernails touched the seasoning a loud bang of the front door slamming shut spooked her enough to cause her to fall from the chair to the floor below. "Damnit."
"Maddy is that you? Are you okay, did you fall?" Madeleine's younger brother bellowed as he dashed into the kitchen. With a stern look he grabbed his sister's arm and hoisted her back up to his level. "You should've waited till I got home; I could have grabbed whatever you needed."
He looked so sincerely worried that Madeleine found it a tiny bit hard to be annoyed at him, but she couldn't help herself. "I have cancer Stiles, not osteoporosis. Anyway, you're never home anymore, I can't just wait around. When a girl is craving dill popcorn there's not much you can do about it."
"Oh. Well...I promise I'll try to be around a bit more." Stiles looked dumbfounded, did he really not realize what a crazy person he had been acting like for the last few weeks.
"Stiles don't worry about me. But, I did rent that new action movie you were talking about. Do Wanna watch it with me?" she asked while watching her brother stared at the cupboard. He was so consumed in his own thoughts he hadn't even asked her what it was that she needed. "Dill pickle, Stiles, dill pickle."
"Sorry gotta run. I got to help Scott with – with his homework. I'm headed there right now." Figures.
"Well alright, see you later."
Madeleine watched her brother grab an apple from the fridge, dash out the door pulling it shut behind him and closing out the light of the full moon.
Not only had she watched the movie twice, but she had managed to fall asleep at the same time, during both watches. She must have really been even more tired than she thought. The Doctors were always telling her she had to get more rest. Dragging herself up the stairs towards her room she heard a shuffling noise coming from Stiles' bedroom. Slowly, she turned the knob and stuck her nose into the room.
"Stiles?"
But it was not her brother that she saw when she pushed open the door. Doing her best to hide her shock Madeleine stepped into the bedroom.
"Is there something my brother needs to tell me?" She questioned the male who was now sitting at the end of her brother's bed.
"He might, but it doesn't involve me."
"Oh, thank god, I don't think my father could survive another heart attack." She couldn't help notice that this dark haired stranger was lacking in the clothing department therefore revealing a nice set of abs among countless bulging muscles. "So why are you sitting in his bedroom then."
"Can't find Scott and since him and Stiles are attached at the hip..." his eyes bore into Madeleine making her feel slightly uncomfortable.
"Who are you?" crossing her arms in front of her, Madeleine pushed a little father.
"An acquaintance of your brother's, so if you could point me in the right dire-"
"So you're the other werewolf?"
His eyes flashed the moment I spoke the word aloud. I had hit the jackpot. This was none other than Derek Hale.
"Your brother needs to learn not to spill secret's that aren't his to spill."
"Oh don't worry, I figured this one all out on my own. But it also seems that my brother needs to learn how to pick some better acquaintances."