A/N: I do not own TeenWolf or any character, plot piece, etc., from the TV series.
Our laughter died out as the walkie talkie on Dad's uniform sounded. "Sheriff this is dispatch, do you copy?" Great another family dinner ruined by the Beacon Hills Police Department. His chair screeched as he pushed it away from the table, sending me and my brother apologetic smiles as he answered.
Ever since Mom died-7 years ago now- we rarely have dinner all together, hell I could probably count them on one hand. I guess it didn't really bother me before the sickness, at least we had one parent to try and pry into our personal lives or make us food, I miss Mom's cooking so much. Whenever it's just me and Stiles we usually just get take-out or make an instant TV dinner or if Dad is home he tries to cook. Yeah, tries. My dad couldn't cook a decent meal if his job depended on it. I guess I really shouldn't complain, Dad didn't have to do the housework and cooking when Mom was around and now that Dad is the only one bringing in money he had to pull more hours at the station. I just wish things were back to the way they use to be.
I dropped my fork and pushed my plate away. Stiles was listening in to Dad's conversation, he is always trying to solve Dad's cases before he does. I mumble that I'll do the dishes later as I walk past him. I get few steps before he stops me. "C'mon Mac, you know he has to. It's not his fault." He pulled me back to my seat and pushed my plate closer to me. "It can't be that bad to have dinner with just me. You know I am your favorite twin brother."
"You're my only twin brother, Stiles." I start picking at my food. Stiles gave me the signature Stilinski smile before turning back into the police work going on in the other room, but still watching me eat.
I was almost halfway done with dinner when Dad came back in the room. "I have to go, I'll be out late so don't wait up. Macie can you wrap up my plate so I can heat it up when I get back." I gave him a curt nod looking at the peas I was pushing around my plate. I hear him sigh before heading toward the front door.
"Stiles remember to lock up before you go to bed." He called as he walked out the door.
"Yes sir!" Stiles replied in a way too excited voice. Once we heard Dad's cruiser pull away Stiles jump up and was on his phone, probably calling Scott to tell him about the case.
"C'mon. C'mon. C'mon. Ughh. Scott, the point of you getting a cell phone was so you would use it! I gotta tell you about my Dad's new case!" Bingo. 1 point to the twin sister.
"Don't you think you should leave the police work to the police department, Stiles" He rolled his eyes and dialed Scott's number again as I started to clear the dishes off the table. By the time I was done with the dishes and leaving Dad's food in the microwave Stiles was on his 7th voicemail for Scott.
"Scott if you don't answer the next phone call I'm just gonna come and get you!" He paced back and forth while shaking the phone as if that was going to make Scott answer.
"I'm going to bed. Don't let Dad catch you guys. Night Stiles." I said as I passed him.
"Yeah. Good Night Mac." He said holding the phone up to his ear again. I heard him yell "Alrighty then, looks like I'm coming to get you then," as he ran out to his jeep.
Sometimes I feel bad for Scott, Stiles always drags him along on these crazy chases after Dad gets a new case. If it was up to Scott they would just stay home and play videogames, but I guess it doesn't matter because neither Dad or Ms. McCall ever get mad at them, they just tell him them not to do it again and that's it. Yeah. Our parents aren't exactly the type to yell at us.
I showered and crawled into bed, dreading school in the morning.
"So let me guess, Dad caught you guys last night, didn't he?" Stiles had his usual look of dissatisfaction on this morning.
"Nah, just me. I feel bad I keep getting Scott in trouble." He said as he turned onto the road to school, it only takes us about five minutes to get there.
"Well then maybe you should stop dragging him into all your little schemes." I say as I roll my eyes.
"And miss out on all the excitement? I don't think so. Besides, you're talking to the future sheriff here, I need to practice this stuff." Stiles has always wanted to follow in our father's footsteps into the police force and he obviously likes to use it as a scapegoat so he won't get in trouble for sneaking into crime scenes.
"Whatever. Save me a seat at lunch, okay?" I say as I climb out of the jeep.
"Yeah see you later Macie. Hey Scott! Wait up!"
I walked up the stairs to the entrance of the school. Humphh. Time for High school. I can't wait for summer.
I glanced up at the clock again. Class is almost over. 5, 4, 3, 2, RIIINNGGG! Finally! The first couple of days of the semester are always the worst. The teachers just talk about the rules and what you're going to do all semester and all the other annoying crap that nobody ever listens to.
I saw Scott at his locker, only he wasn't getting his books or anything. He was staring at something across the hall. Actually someone. I think she's the new girl. Ashley? No. Allison, I think.
"Isn't it a little too soon to be stalking the new girl Scotty?" I teased, using the nickname I know he hates. He jumped at my voice, he looked at me then back at Allison and then started fumbling with his lock.
"What? NO! I-I I was just-. When did you-. Don't call me that!" I laughed as he messed up his combination. Scott was cute when he was embarrassed. Yes. I have a crush on my brother's best friend. I know but Scott is cute and he is really nice but I know he doesn't see me that way. We have known each other all our lives, he thinks of me as a little sister.
"Calm down there Scotty. I'm pretty sure I saw her checking you out too." I laughed as he blushed.
"Hey nerds!" Stiles said as he and his classmate Andrea walked over to us. They followed Scott's gaze to the new girl just as Lydia Martin started talking to her, Lydia's boyfriend Jackson came up behind her and kissed her.
Andrea sighed. "Can someone tell me how the new girl was here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's click."
"Cuz she's hot!" Stiles answer caused all of us to send an annoyed glare at him. "People herd together." He elaborated.
Andrea and Stiles started arguing over different clicks but Scott just kept staring at Allison, Lydia and Jackson but he wasn't just staring. I don't know what it is, but something in the way he was looking at them was strange.
"Scott. Are you okay?" I whispered so I wouldn't draw the attention of the bickering idiots next to us.
"What? Uhh yeah I'm fine. I gotta head to class. See you guys later!" Something was definitely off about Scott.
"Hey Mac! I've got lacrosse practice after school." Stiles called after me when I started to head towards class.
"How could I forget? That's all you and Scott have talked about for the past month." Stiles and Scott are both terrible lacrosse players so they don't get to play much but they love that sport more than anything.
"Alright. I'll see you on the bleachers after school." Stiles yelled as he headed in the opposite direction.
I climbed out of the back of the jeep. "Remind me again on why I had to come along?" Last night when Scott and Stiles followed after Dad, Scott said he found the dead body the police were looking for. So now Stiles wants Scott to show him where he found half a corpse lying around. Scott just wanted to find his inhaler and somehow I was dragged along.
"Because you are too lazy to walk home and I'm the one with a car so you have to go wherever I take you. And c'mon, don't act like you're not excited to see this." I could never admit it to Stiles but I honestly hate it when I go with them to chase after police work, I have seen and learned things about people in this town that I wish I never knew. And the idea of finding a dead body in the middle of the woods thoroughly freaks me out but my brother is like my best friend and I feel bad that sometimes he doesn't do the things he wants to because I don't really like to go out much and he doesn't like to leave me home by myself.
We walked in silence for a little while but Stiles was with us and silence and Stiles never go together. So he brought up the whole Scott all of a sudden being a kick ass lacrosse player today at practice and I'm glad he did because I was curious too. How could someone go from having no hand eye coordination whatsoever then all of a sudden he makes Jackson- the captain and best player of the team look like an amateur.
"I don't know what it was! It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball, and that's not the only weird thing." Scotts answer only provides my thoughts from earlier correct, something was off about him today.
"What weird things?" I asked as Stiles helped me across a creek.
"I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear." Scott seemed really freaked out. "Smell things!" But what he was saying just wasn't making sense to me.
"Smell things?" Stiles voice was laced with sarcasm. "Like what?"
"Like the piece of mint gum in Macie's pocket."
"What? Scott I don't have any gum…" I cut my sentence off as I pulled a piece of gum out of my pocket.
Stiles had a look of pure confusion that I'm sure mimicked my own. "How did you..?" Stiles rambled and Scott threw his hands up, he was just as confused as us. "So all this started with a bite?"
"What? What are you talking about? What bite?" I asked as we all stopped walking.
"When me and Stiles came out here last night something bite me, and I don't know what it was." Scott said as he started walking through the trees again. "What if it's like an infection? Like my body if flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something."
"You know what. I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection." Stiles stated.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah. I think it's called lycanthropy." Oh you have got to be kidding me Stiles.
"What is that?! Is that bad" And of course Scott would believe him.
"Oh yeah. It's the worst but only once a month." I felt my lips tug up at the corners. Stiles always finds a way to make almost all situations into a joke.
"Once a month?" Sometimes I worry about Scott's mental capacity. This kid really needs to study more.
"Mhmm. On the night of the full moon." Stiles howled up to the sky. The look of otter annoyance on Scott's face made me laugh. You would think after being friends with Stiles for so long he would realize that 99% of the time, you should never believe my brother.
Scott punched him in the chest. "You're a douche." Stiles and I both laughed as Scott stomped away.
"What? You're the one that heard a wolf howling." Stiles teased.
"Hey! There could be something seriously wrong with me" Scott's protests only egged Stiles on.
"I know! You're a werewolf! Rawwrrr." Scott's growing discomfort sobered me up, he really thinks something is wrong with him.
"Stiles c'mon, leave him alone." I said shoving the back of his head.
"Okay obviously I'm kidding" Stiles raised his hands in surrender. "But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, its cause Friday's a full moon." He sped up when I tried to smack his arm, sending me a smug look when I missed him.
Scott stopped walking and looked around him. "I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body." He pointed between two trees. "The deer came running. I dropped my inhaler!" He crouched to the ground, moving leaves and twigs around looking for it.
"Maybe the killer moved the body."
"If he did I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like 80 bucks." I froze as I looked up from Scott. There was a man a couple feet from us. He looked extremely pissed off.
"Umm… Guys." I pointed towards him as he stared me down. There was something about his eyes. Stiles grabbed the back of Scott's jacket and pulled him up, facing him towards the man.
"What are you doing here?" He demanded as he walked towards us. He looks very familiar, I think I've seen him before.
"Ummm…" Stiles scratched the back of his neck nervously looking down at his feet.
The man stopped right in front of us. "This is private property." His voice held a sense of authority.
"Sorry… We didn't know." I took a step closer to him but Stiles grabbed my arm and pulled me behind his shoulder. There was something about this guy, he gave off an unapproachable vibe but his eyes, they were guarded but you can still see the sadness in them.
"Yeah, we were just looking for something but… forget it." Stiles said taking a step back.
The familiar face pulled something out of his pocket and threw it to Scott. It was his inhaler. He looked at each of us, I swear he looked at me just a little bit longer than the others, then he just turned and walked away.
"Okay, can we go now? Me and Scott have to get to the shelter anyway." I started to walk back towards the car. Scott worked at the animal shelter and I volunteered there to help out, and to spend time with him.
"Macie wait! Do you not know who that was?" Stiles demanded grabbing my arm.
"Do you know who he is?" Scott asked.
"Dude that was Derek Hale! You remember, right? He is only like a few years older than us." Stiles explained looking at the retreating figure across the woods. Derek Hale? Hale, Hale. Oh! I remember that name. Yeah, Dad and Mom use to talk about them.
"Remember what?" Scott asked.
"His family. They all burned to death in a fire like a few years ago."
"Wait, is that Cora's older brother?" I asked. Cora was a girl in my class back in middle school. She died in the fire along with most of her family. The only survivors were Cora's older brother and sister, Laura and Derek, and her Uncle Peter, but he was in a convalescent home now. He has been in some type of state, I heard that he doesn't do anything, not even eat. He just sits in his wheelchair all day staring out the window.
"Yeah. I wonder what he's doing back." He said. Cora was a nice girl, but she didn't really have a lot of friends. She kept to herself most of the time but sometimes when I would sneak into the library during recess she would be there and sometimes we would show each other good books, but we didn't talk to each other much, we just sat together and read. We had a silent friendship. Her whole family was like that, they all kept to themselves, but they were all really nice people. I remember one time when I was about 8 years old, I got lost at the mall and her sister Laura and Mrs. Hale helped me find Mom.
No wonder Derek gave off the whole 'don't talk to me or I'll kick your ass' vibe. When we lost Mom, we all were different in the beginning. Believe it or not, Stiles became really cold and mean for a while, but we still had each other and that helped us all get through it. Of course we still have our moments, but it's easier to get through when you have your family and friends to help you. Derek has no one.
"Stiles, can we please leave now." I asked.
"Alright c'mon, let's go." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and we started back towards the car.
Hey guys! So I started this story years ago and I actually totally forgot about but I found the old files on my computer and I want to edit somethings and start over! So I hope you enjoy the redo!
I already have eight chapters done so hopefully they will be out there soon.
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