Summary: [Fem!Stiles] Okay. Looking back, I guess this whole thing could be somewhat my fault...but hey! How was I supposed to know that one phone call would end up with me in some sick version of Little Red Riding Hood that includes werewolves! Heck, I'm not even the main heroine and my life is already complicated enough with all this supernatural stuff going on, so you'd think I'd catch a break with just that right? WRONG! No, I also had to end up with a massive crush on a guy who uses his eyebrows as communication tools
...I swear some higher power is messing with me.
Hey! So this is my first Teen Wolf fic but I love Sterek and I figure it would be interesting with a girl version of Stiles, so what the hey. This will basically be Season 1 canon with a slow developing Sterek. But I'm planning some major changes at the end of Season 2 e.g. Derek's pack staying alive and Derek staying alpha etc. which will obviously change Season 3a. I'm not too sure whether the rating will stay the same later on. It depends on demand and what flows I guess. Anyway, there will only a bit of language and possibly some graphic descriptions, but nothing too explicit. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its characters (though if someone if willing to sell me Derek I'll buy)
You know when something big happens in your life; something unexplainable that just changes your life forever, and you can trace it back to one, single moment. For me, it was that phone call I listened in to. That phone call which is what led to me trying to break into my best friend's window in the middle of the night.
Honestly, I know I'm not the most graceful person out there, but I feel like I'm the only person who can get my shoe caught in a roof gutter and fall backwards, hanging upside down from Scott's roof like a spider-monkey that had a few too many banana cocktails in the jungle bar. Which is why I probably deserved Scott screaming in my face. In falsetto I might add. However, I am positive I don't deserve the baseball bat which is just a foot too close to my face.
"Stiles! What the hell are you doing?!"
"You weren't answering your phone" I answer defensively "Why do you have a bat?"
"I thought you were a predator" Scott replies, as if he's completely justified. And dude, no. Just no.
"A pred- khe-wha?" I scoffed and was about to unleash my sarcasm at its finest until I remembered why exactly I ended up in this predicament. "Look, I know it's late but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago - dispatch called - they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department and even state police"
"For what?"
"Two joggers found a body in the woods" I managed to say while pulling myself up and untangling my foot before jumping down. As cool as it could have looked, my landing killed any shot of it. But hey, Scott's my only witness.
"A dead body?" I heard him question causing me to jump up and climb the porch just to face his stupidity.
"No a body of water-yes dumbass, a dead body"
"You mean like a murder?"
"Nobody knows yet, just that it was a girl; probably in her twenties"
"Hold on, if they found the body then what are they looking for?"
"That's the best part" I stated excitedly. It's sad that this is what my life has come to; at this rate I'll probably be writing 'Undertaker' under my career plan form "they only found half!"
Scott raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
"We're going" I say, because it really isn't a matter of choice for Scotty. Looking back on it, maybe it's kind of my fault that this happened.
"Are we seriously doing this?" I heard Scott question while climbing over the chain and 'No Entry After Dark' sign that I chose to heed as a suggestion.
"You're the one who always bitches that nothing ever happens in this town"
"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow" And isn't that just sweet. He actually tries.
"Right! Cause sitting on the bench is such a gruelling effort"
"No because I'm playing this year, in fact I'm making first line"
One of my many stellar qualities is my aptitude for pessimism when the situation calls for it. Situation: 'Hello, I'd like to make an order of hope crushing Stiles, with a side of sarcasm'. "Hey! That's the spirit! Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."
After a couple of seconds I hear Scott ask something which causes me to falter a bit.
"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?"
Well, I guess I can't fake it till I make it. "Huh. I didn't even think about that" I say trying to laugh it off.
"And uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" I hear Scott say. I don't need to look back to know he looks smug about the fact that I should have listened to him and not come. His words however, ring true and my mouth drops a bit in shock.
Someone once said that honesty is the best policy so I guess I should adopt it now. Plus I don't have a good answer so I have no choice. "Also something I didn't think about," I say relenting while climbing up a mound.
"It's" huff "comforting to know you've" huff "planned this out with your usual attention to detail"
I groan, partly due to the effort of climbing and partly due to self-reproach "I know."
"Maybe the" huff "severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh" I hear Scott wheeze but I see people walking around and quickly drop to the ground, with maximum flailing, and off my flashlight. When I see the flashlights coming closer I frantically scramble up and around the tree line away from the cops.
"Come on!" I whisper yell.
"Stiles! Wait up - Stiles"
While I'm running I hear Scott and realise he's not near me so I turn my head back while slowing down, which is why I don't notice the officer nearby. A dog's bark startles me to turn straight into the path of a flashlight. Since the ground is wet, my attempts to move away force me to fall down. So, in true survival fashion, I valiantly endeavour to crawl away backwards.
"Hang on! Hang on, this little delinquent belongs to me" my dad's voice breaks through my escapade, and suddenly I'm starting to miss the barking canine. While getting up I try and avoid eye contact.
"Hey dad, how you doing?"
"So do you listen into all my phone calls?"
"No!" I try to sound convincing but give up quickly. The fact that I'm out here is just a tad too incriminating. "Not the boring ones"
"And where's your usual partner in crime?" he asks while nodding resignedly.
"Who Scott? Scott's at home, said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for our first day back in school tomorrow" Well there goes the whole honesty crap, but it's not like I can just sell him out. I'm amazed I lasted this long. "It's just me. In the woods…..alone." Perhaps instead of trying not to lie I should try to lie better, because that sounded pathetic even to me.
"Scott! You out there? Scott?!" Dad shines the flashlight around, but doesn't seem to find him.
"Well young lady, I'm gonna walk you back to your car" dad starts while grabbing my neck and pulling me along. I feel like an unruly pet. Then again pets can be taught obedience. Me? Not so much. "And you and I are going to have a conversation about a little something called the invasion of privacy."
Lecture time, here I come.
After hours and hours (okay it was just two hours), I finally managed to get a hold of Scott last night, only to find out that some animal got a little too frisky with him. So like any good friend I waited a good 3 seconds after he stepped in front of me to see his war wounds.
"Okay, let's see this thing" I say, getting Scott to lift up his shirt but when I try to touch it Scott flinches back. Damn, he must have been bit badly.
"It was too dark to see much but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf" And this is when my random knowledge comes in handy. Granted I didn't expect it to be so I could find out what bit my friend in the middle of the woods one night, but hey, 'expect the unexpected' and all that.
"A wolf bit you?"
"Uh huh"
"No, not a chance" I am definite in my reply, causing Scott to try and convince me, but I stand strong behind factual evidence.
"I heard a wolf howling"
"No you didn't"
"What do you mean I didn't? How do you know what I heard?"
"Because California doesn't have wolves okay? Not in like sixty years"
"Really?" I see Scott's face turn up into confusion but it's true.
"Yes really, there are no wolves in California"
"Well if you don't believe me about the wolf then you're definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body" Scott says, self-satisfaction coming out a bit.
My eyes bulge out at that though, unattractively I'm sure, and I flail around trying to get the words "Are you kidding me?" Well I was hoping for something more eloquent but that does the job too.
"No I wish, I'm gonna have nightmares for a month"
"That is freaking awesome! I mean this seriously gonna be the best thing to happen in this town since-" and at that exact moment Lydia aka Queen Bee walks by "well, since the birth of Lydia Martin" I say somewhat dejectedly, my earlier excitement leaving slightly. …..Man Scott was right, until now nothing ever happens in this town. And it is extremely pathetic that I'm pretty sure if I asked the people in this school what the best thing to happen in Beacon Hills is, at least one-tenth of them would say Lydia's birth.
I shake my head off that train of thought though and decide to share some of my 'woes' with Scott instead. "You do realise you are the reason I am not the Lydia Martin of Beacon Hills right?"
"Uh huh" he nods going along with me, a smile pulling at his lips while we walk into school.
"Dragging me down to your nerd depths"
"Uh huh"
"I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet nerded by you."
English is definitely not how I wanted to start the day, but I suppose anything is better than Chemistry.
"As you know, there indeed was a body found last night. I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened, but I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody" This was news to me. I seriously doubt that our teacher could have more information on the subject than me, but maybe he just got the news. "So you can place your focus onto the syllabus on your desks outlining the semester" So that's what his motive was. Good to know I'm still at the top of the informational food chain.
I can feel my leg jumping up and down as I try and focus on the syllabus but my ADHD isn't helping. That whole speech about the body got me thinking back to last night. What if what bit Scott actually killed the girl? But then why was the body cut into two halves? Before I can ruminate on that more though, the door opens and the principal walks in with a girl. And can I just say: Wow.
"Class, this is your new student Allison Argent. Do your best to make her feel welcome."
I have the urge to just yell 'No! She's Snow White!'. Honestly, who looks like that in real life? I mean I guess I sort of do…..if you squint….and are blind…..
Okay, so the only similarities that we share is that my skin is just a bit more tanned than hers. I chance a quick look down at myself, and see my faded jeans, baggy t-shirt and hoodie. Eh, who am I kidding? The fact that I put the bare minimum effort into how I look is why she is the one getting stared at instead of me, but the way I dress is comfortable and takes less time in the morning so I guess it's a win. Plus I only hang out with Scott anyway and I doubt he cares.
Speaking of Scott, why is he giving her a pen?
At the end of the day, I meet up with Scott at the lockers only to see him staring at the new girl. Oh. Ohhhhhhh. My sweet innocent Scotty has a crush! Well isn't this just precious. I can't help internally rooting for him, because it is gonna take some work for him to get someone like Allison. But before I can make some suggestions – since obviously my 16 years spent single qualify me as a love therapist – Kelly comes up to start complaining about Allison. Come to think of it, why is she talking to us?
"Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?"
It isn't really that much of a surprise. "Cause she's hot. Beautiful people herd together" And that is a fact of life. I don't mean it in a degrading sense, and I'm comfortable enough with my looks to know that while I may never be classified as hot, I'm not terrible to look at. To quote "it's what's on the inside that counts"
'….Maybe I should start paying attention to my outside,'
'Then again,I am nobody. But nobody is perfect. So I guess I am perfect,' I think, proud of my intelligence, while Scott and I make our way to the locker room to gear up for lacrosse. Now I know what you're thinking: 'She's a girl, why is she on the boys lacrosse team?' or 'Why is she going to the boys locker room?' Well, for starters, even though I am in the boys locker room, Coach Finstock got me my own little niche separated from everyone else once I got on the team. I say niche but it's really just an impromptu stall cutting off one of the showers from the rest. The rest of the guys kind of freaked out at first but they often tend to forget I'm a girl since I'm always with Scott, and it's not like I invade their privacy and voyeur on them…much. As for why I'm on the team, well it didn't start out that way. When Scott first joined I joined as well as a sort of pseudo-manager, and since I helped out all the players-bar Jackson-Coach had no problems with it. Then one day a bunch of the team came down with mono (I'm starting to see why Coach hates Greenburg) and we had a really important game that week. Long story short, only I was left on the bench when one of the players had a muscle cramp; Coach pads me up, shoves me in, and I accidentally hit the other team's star player in the balls with my lacrosse stick, which allowed Jackson to score. Ever since then, Coach says I'm his secret weapon and makes me do drills anyway. I am basically doing manual labour with no benefits.
'The things I do for you Scott.'
While I and Scott are running to the field, I decide to complain about his decision. "But if you're playing, who am I gonna talk to on the bench? Are you really gonna do that to your best friend"
"I can't sit out again. My whole life is sitting in the sidelines. This season I make first line"
Okay that was slightly dramatic, good to know I'm rubbing off on him.
On my way to the bench though, I hear coach say that Scott's in goal. What the hell? Scott's going to get pummelled. Smashed. Incinerated. He's terrible at being goalie! The whistle signals the start of tryouts and I can't do anything but watch on. And why is Scott holding his ears instead of looking forward? That's a one-way road to getting hit by-
'Ouch'
I can't help sympathetically wincing as he takes one to the face. I am seriously considering asking Coach to sub me in instead when I see a miracle.
Scott actually saves a ball. My shock doesn't stop me from letting out a small cheer though and I can't help staring because one after the other, Scott continues to save more. That ball to the head must have done something right, I don't think I've ever seen Scott like this!
My smile that was practically tearing my face drops abruptly when I see Jackson gearing up, and boy does he look violent. If Scott were playing any other position right now, I would be looking for the first aid kit, but Scott must have been bitten by a leprechaun or something because Lady Luck seemed to be shoving gold his way and he actually. Saves. Jackson's. Shot.
I stumble up cheering, trying to keep my balance, yelling "That's my friend!" because I kind of want to rub it in everyone else's face.
After practice we are once again at the Preserve, looking for Scott's inhaler and I can't help bombarding him with questions about tryouts.
"I don't-I don't know what it was but it was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing; I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear, smell things"
"Smell things? Like what?" I ask disbelievingly.
"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket"
I reach into my pocket ready to prove him wrong, "I don't even have any mint mojit-" but then I feel it. Slowly pulling it out, I look up at Scott in shock, because how the hell did he know that?
"So all this started with a bite?"
"Well what if it's like an infection? Like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?
If it was anyone else, I would guess drugs, but Scott's too good for that. Plus his mom would kill him. And Mrs McCall is one woman you do not want to get mad. Since I don't actually know what is going on, I decide to mess around with him a bit.
"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection" Scott suddenly turns to look at me and stops "Are you serious?"
"Yea, I think it's called lycanthropy" This performance better win me an Oscar. How the hell does Scott not know about werewolves?
"What's that? Is that bad?"
"Oh yeah it's the worst" I shakes my head despondently, as if there's no hope left. And really, since Scott's actually falling for it, there really isn't. "But only once a month," kind of like a period, but worse.
"Once a month?" And oh God, I can't keep this up anymore.
"Mm hmm. On the night of the full moon" I howl, just to make sure he finally gets it, but all I get is smacked in the shoulder.
"Hey you're the one who heard a wolf howling"
"There could be something seriously wrong with me"
"I know! You're a werewolf - arrghhh!" Scott just sighs exasperatedly and turns around. Okay maybe I'm taking this a bit too far now.
"Okay obviously I'm kidding, but if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver its cause Friday's a full moon."
We eventually reach 'The Spot' and yes it is a title. Any place currently or previously inhabiting a dead body deserves capitalisation.
"I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running, I dropped my inhaler" Scott crouches down and starts brushing around the leaves while I scan the area around trying to spot it.
"Maybe the killer moved the body"
"If he did I hope he moved my inhaler, those things are like eighty bucks."
I still can't spot anything, and I'm about to suggest maybe looking in a different area when my eyes suddenly come across something tall, dark and terrifying. I whack Scott trying to get his attention, but I can't stop staring at the guy. I like to think it was my survival instinct telling me to keep my eyes on the target, but let's face it: The guy was hot. Like marble sculpture perfection. Heck, if guys like him were walking the high school I might be a little more motivated to wake up in the morning.
As he walks closer I scratch my neck trying to look casual – and failing miserably I might add.
"What are you doing here?" His voice sends shivers down my body. Out of fear and, uh, something else. I can't help looking down, trying to avoid eye contact. "Huh? This is private property." His voice wasn't loud or overtly aggressive voice but his demeanour was intimidating enough to get me to talk. Scott on the other hand just stares at him like a creep. I can't help feeling somewhat wronged. I swear if Scott gets the hot new girl and goes after the hot new guy, I might just kill him. Or myself.
"Uh sorry man, we didn't know," and my voice seems to jolt Scott into action.
"Yeah we were just looking for something but….." as Scott trails off Mystery Man's eyebrows lift up trying to prompt him. He must be a man of few words…..I wonder if the whole opposites attract thing works for that…
No! Bad Stiles! We do not test our compatibility with random guys in the woods! That's a one way street to ending up in a ditch somewhere in Idaho, or some other creepy town.
"Forget it" I hear Scott trying to deflect the situation but I turn just in time to see the Scott's inhaler get caught.
Doesn't this guy just get hotte-creepier. I definitely meant creepier.
The guy turns to give one last look at Scott but briefly glances at me too, and for some reason it just suddenly snaps into place. I can feel the air leave my lungs suddenly because I actually recognize him, and I just can't help gaping after him because why is Derek Hale back in town?
"Alright, well I gotta get to work" Scott says, as if what just happened wasn't monumentally important. Gotta fix that.
"Dude! That was Derek Hale. You remember right? He's only like a few years older than us." I really shouldn't be as fixated on that little fact as I am.
"Remember what?"
Wincing, I lower my voice. "His family, they all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago." Suddenly, his attitude doesn't seem that unexpected, and I can't help the sadness that comes with imagining what it must be like. Losing my mum practically crippled me, but he managed to go on. An unexpected admiration for Derek bubbles up.
"Wonder what he's doing back?" I would like to know too.
I don't think I could have ever expected back then, how much the creepy Adonis in the woods known as Derek Hale would change my life.
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