So this idea has been floating around in my head for awhile now and I don't think there are any stories like this yet (that I know of) so I'm really excited to be finally writing this! I'm sticking to the main plot line with the episodes and everything but I am going to be changing a lot of minor details and the way the happen.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any of its characters or plots. I only own my OC Madigan Whittemore and any other OCs mentioned and my own ideas.

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David and Elaine Whittemore were very important figures in the small town of Beacon Hills. David was a successful attorney and Elaine was a town board member with the Mayor. They had the mansion, expensive clothes, and fancy cars, but they were missing one thing; kids. They had always tried but could never have any. So, when Gordon and Margaret Miller were killed in a car accident that left their newborn son orphaned, David and Elaine took the opportunity and adopted Jackson. A few years later when Jackson was a toddler, Elaine was picking him up from daycare when she passed by the small local orphanage. One thing led to another, and soon enough the small family was welcoming three year old Madigan into the home.

Madigan and Jackson always had a close bond. After all, neither knew who their real parents were. Sometimes they both felt alone in the world; but at least they could be alone together.
While Jackson was hanging out with Tyler Hanson, Greenburg, and all the other 'popular' jocks at the school, Madigan stuck with her two best friends Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski who weren't on the bottom of the food chain, but definitely weren't what you'd call popular. Even though they didn't have the same friends, the two always stayed close.

Madigan was always a smart girl. So, when she was twelve and the Whittemore's moved out of their home because Stiles was always disrupting the neighbors, Madigan was very careful to pick her bedroom in the new house next to the Lahey's. The house was two stories and her parents' room was the master bedroom downstairs. There were four bedrooms upstairs for her and Jackson to choose from. She didn't want the one closest to the stairs, because then she'd have no warning if her parents were coming up to check on her. She wanted one close to the bathroom, because God only knows Jackson takes forever to get ready and she'd have to run to get to the bathroom first. Most importantly though, she wanted one that she could easily sneak out of. That's why her room was so incredibly perfect to her; it was right next to the bathroom, farthest from the stairs, and had a tree right outside her window. Even better? She had the perfect view of Camden Lahey's room; Isaac's hot older brother. Even though she was only twelve at the time and Camden was seventeen and a senior, a girl could still dream.

Clearly over the years things had changed, though. One, Camden ditched town the minute he graduated and joined the Military; only to pass away pretty early on, so now it was Isaac's room she had a view of. Her parents were never really home anyway, so the staircase didn't matter (although it was a good warning when Jackson's drunken party goes would stumble up the stairs to find a room to have sex in). Since her parents were almost always gone, there are always two bathrooms open, so Madigan really didn't have to race Jackson. One thing never changed, though; the trusty tree right outside her window that she climbed out of every time Stiles came up with some crazy adventure for them to go on.
Which leads us to now; where Madigan is currently maneuvering from the window sill to the tree while Stiles and Scott are patiently (well, for Stiles impatiently) waiting for her to come down. "God, it's about time. Let's go!" Stiles exclaimed over dramatically when Madigan finally landed on the ground.

"In case you haven't noticed it's currently two o'clock in the morning the night before sophomore year! I'm tired, cold, and don't even know why your dragging me out here!" Madigan huffed, crossing her bare arms over her chest angrily. I really should have grabbed my cardigan… She thought to herself.

"Because, my dear rich friend, I am nosey." Stiles said, giving her a smug look.

"And?" She asked after a minute when he didn't continue. Scott laughed a little and rolled his eyes, having already heard the explanation from Stiles back at his own house. And quite frankly he was about to call it quits and just go back home, because this really seemed like a bad idea.

"And state police have been called in to the Beacon Hills Reserve. Two hikers found a dead body in the woods and we are going to find it." Stiles said, smiling proudly at his gaping friend.

"A dead body? Are you serious?"

"Dead serious." Stiles joked, earning another eye roll from Scott.

"But wait, what are we looking for if the hikers found the body already?" Madigan questioned, ignoring Stiles pun.

"That's the best part; they only found half!" Stiles said excitedly before pausing; "We are so going."

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Madigan cursed softly as she tripped over yet another branch, only to be caught by Scott.

"You okay?" He asked her, wheezing slightly.

"I should be asking you that, Scotty. Hey Stiles, maybe we should take a break, yeah?" Madigan suggested to her hyperactive friend who was practically jogging ahead of them.

"What? No! Why?" He complained jutting his bottom lip out. Freaking puppy dog look… Madigan thought with the shake of her head.

"Severe asthmatic here." Scott joked slightly before putting his inhaler to his mouth and puffing it twice.

"Ugh, fine." Stiles sighed. Madigan sighed as she plopped down on a log. Stiles sat on her left, Scott on the right.

"So, what part of the body are we looking for anyway?" Madigan asked, breaking the silence.

"Uh, didn't think about that." Stiles admitted sheepishly, offering a small laugh.

"And what if whoever killed here is still out here?" Scott asked, sitting up a little straighter.

"Another thing I didn't think about."

"Okay, that's it! Break over it's time to go!" Madigan exclaimed, jumping up and walking away quickly. "We've had our fun, Stiles, but if there's a possible killer out here we should probably get out before we die." She snapped, not slowing down as the boys quickly raced to catch up with the panicked girl.

"Madigan, honestly, it'll be fine." Stiles said exasperatedly. "Besides, you're going to wrong way."

Madigan stopped with an aggravated sigh. She never was good with directions… She was just about to open to her mouth to snap a comeback at him when light was suddenly flooding the area they were standing in.

"Shit, get down!" Stiles exclaimed, pulling her to the ground next to Scott who had already dropped.

"Police." Madigan groaned, already imagining the trouble she'd get in with her parents if Sheriff Stilinski told them.

"Run!" Stiles suddenly exclaimed, jumping up and running away, leaving a stunned Madigan and Scott in his dust.

"Stiles wait!" Scott exclaimed, pulling Madigan up as the raced after their friend. The two watched as Stiles tripped and came face to face with a police search dog. Scott slapped his hand over Madigan's mouth to keep her gasp contained as he hid themselves behind a large tree.

"Hold on, this delinquent belongs to me." Sheriff Stilinski said, sending a disapproving stare down to his son who was sitting on the ground with his mouth agape.

"Oh, hey dad. Funny seeing you out here." Stiles said, after opening and closing his mouth several times.

"Stiles. Do you listen in on all my phone calls?"
"No! Not the boring ones!"

The Sheriff shook his head at his sons answer before thinking of something, "So where are your usual partners in crime? They come out here too?"

"Who? Scott and Madigan? No. Scott wanted to get a good night's sleep for lacrosse cuts and Madigan's busy picking out an outfit. You know…girls." Stiles lied, rolling his eyes exasperatedly.

"Madigan? Scott? You two out here?" He yelled, shining his flashlight trough the trees, not quite believing his son.

"Dad, I told you, they're at home." Stiles said again.

"Alright." The Sheriff finally sighed, "Now I am going to walk you back to your jeep and you are going straight home. Then I'm going to have a nice little chat to you about invasion of privacy."

Scott and Madigan waiting a minute after they heard the Sheriffs retreating footsteps before finally coming out from their spot behind the tree.

"Great, now we're stuck out here!" Madigan exclaimed, panic bubbling in her chest.

"Hey, it's going to be okay, alright? Let's just get out of here." Scott said, putting a comforting arm around his friends shoulder.

The two were chatting randomly before Scott suddenly stopped, "Did you hear that?" He asked Madigan, not taking his eyes off the small hill where he heard the noise.

"I didn't hear anything, Scott." Madigan said, fear evident in her voice.

"It was probably noth- " Scott started to say, but was cut off by a heard of dear sprinting straight for them. Madigan let out a loud scream as Scott pulled them both to the ground and tried covering her from the angry hooves of the deer. "Are you okay?" Scott asked as he helped Madigan to her feet once the deer were gone.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just shaken up." Madigan said, looking down at her shaking hands.

"Shit, I dropped my inhaler." Scott said, when he reached into his now empty pocket.

"Here, let me help." She said, kneeling next to him and using the light of her phone to see the ground.

What Madigan saw next will probably forever be embedded into her mind. The lifeless eyes of a young woman were staring directly at her, her mouth open agape, and her pale outstretched arm under her head. This was the body. She just found the dead girl.

A loud blood curling scream flooded the night and Madigan almost didn't even realize it was her screaming until Scott was grabbing her and pulling her back from the sight.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Scott exclaimed when he saw the body. "We have to go! Madigan, we have to go!" Scott exclaimed, shaking his friend who was staring with wide eyes at the corpse.

A loud growl broke Madigan out of her trance and her fearful eyes moved to look into Scotts. "Run." Was all he said before the two broke out into a sprint. Madigan ignored the sharp branches that cut into her skin as she darted through the trees. She only stopped when she heard her best friend's painful screams.

"Scott!" She screamed into the night, "Scott!" Madigan's stomach dropped when she realized she was alone. Whatever killed that girl had Scott and now she was all alone. "Scott!" She screamed one last time before tears started pouring down her face.

A snapping noise made Madigan snap her head to her left, where two red eyes were staring back at hers. That was all it took for Madigan to turn back around and run as fast as ever through the trees. She didn't even see the branch in front of her that sent her tumbling down a small hill hitting her head along the way. A small groan left the girls lips as she rolled over. She could feel all of the night's activities catching up to her and felt herself loosing conscious.

The last thing she saw before the darkness consumed her, were two blue eyes staring down into hers.

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