Scott was in his room working out, and getting ready for lacrosse tryouts when a loud noise startled him. He grabbed the baseball bat his mother insisted they keep in the house and headed for the source of the noise. At the moment Scott was home alone, since his mom was working yet another night shift at the hospital, and therefore was more than a little freaked out. He held the bat at the ready as he stepped out onto his front porch, and crept slowly to the edge of it.

That was the moment Stiles decided to drop from above the roof like ledge and scare the crap out of him. Needless to say Scott screamed, Stiles screamed, and then after two seconds of taking in who was actually hanging upside down in front of his Scott realized it was Stiles.

"Stiles what the hell are you doing?"

He demanded harshly of his best friend. Stiles stared at him with shock and outrage.

"You weren't answering your phone!"

Stiles exclaimed in a higher voice than he would ever admit to using.

"Why do you have a bat?"

He then asked as he eyed the makeshift weapon. Scott looked to the wooden bat and then back to Stiles, still a little freaked out.

"I thought you were a predator!"

Stile snorted.

"A pred-"

He cut himself off as he laughed a little.

"Look I know it's late but you gotta hear this."

Scot gave him an expectant look that Stiles took as his cue to continue.

"I saw my dad leave about twenty minutes ago and dispatch called they're bringing in everyone in the Beacon Hill department, and even state police."

When Stiles didn't continue Scotts curiosity got the best of him.

"For what?"

Stiles half smiled.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods."

Stiles easily got down and landed in front of Scott.

"Dead body?"

Scott asked in disbeilf. Stiles once again looked at his friend like a one might a slow child.

"No a body of water. Yes dumb ass a dead body!"

"You mean like murder."

Stiles put his hands on his hips as Scott lowered his bat in a less 'I'm gonna beat you' kind of way.

"No body knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties."

Scott nearly stuttered with his next words.

"Hold on if they found the body what are they looking for?"

Stiles got this look like a kid who just got a new shiny toy.

"That's the best part."

He said nearly laughing with glee.

"They only found half."

He continued.

"We're going."

Scott has no idea why he agrees to go but the feeling deep in his stomach tells him he and Stiles are idiots for doing something like this. The next thing he knows they're pulling up in front of the Beacon Hills Preserve sign, and cutting the engine to the Jeep.

"Are we seriously doing this?"

Scott asks with apprehension.

"Of course we are. You're the one always complaining nothing ever happened here."

Stiles says back as if they aren't talking about hunting for half a dead person as he placed a hand on his best friends shoulder then walks off. Like always Scott follows. Don't ask him why, it's just the way the two of them are. He throws his hands out in frustration anyway.

"I was trying to get a good nights sleep before practice tomorrow."

He whined. Stiles once again snorted.

"Yeah cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort."

He stated sarcastically.

"No because I plan on playing this year."

Scott replied with conviction.

"In fact I'm making first line."

"Hey that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

Scott half laughed at Stiles sarcasm.

"Just out of curiosity which half of the body are we looking for?"

Scott asked. Already knowing Stile probably didn't know either. Stiles paused for a second.

"Huh I dint even think about that."

He laughed.

"And uh what if whoever killed the body is still out here?"

Scott himself didn't really think anyone was out there but he loved picking at Stiles for stupid things like this. His friend never thought anything through completely.

"Also something I didn't think about."

Scott couldn't hold back his laughter at this point. As they began to climb up a small wall of dirt, and roots Scott thought it best to continue to give his friend hell.

"It's nice to know you thought this plan out with your usual attention to detail."

Stiles could hear Scotts smile, and sarcasm.

"I know."

He bit back just as sarcastically.

"Maybe the sever asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight."

Scott pointed out as he leaned against a tree to pull out his ever present inhaler. Stiles gave him a sideways glance.

"Yeah cause it has nothing to do with you using all the time."

Stiles says teasingly.

"Says the one who makes his car work without gas or you know a working engine."

Scott calls after Stiles back. The other teen already a few steps ahead of him only pausing cause he knew Scott needed to use his inhaler. But Stiles had the patience of a starving dog and couldn't hold still that long. He moved forward, and once Scott had gotten his lungs to calm down a little quickly followed. They laid down in the dead leaves and stared off into the woods.

They spotted the flashlights off in the distance and Stiles jumped to his feet.

"Stiles!"

Scott called after him. When he realized Stiles had no intention of coming back he used his inhaler one more time and ran after him.

"Wait up!"

He called, right on Stiles' heels.

"Stiles!"

Scott half whispered half yelled. Stiles picked up speed and was running pretty far ahead of him again as they attempted to evade the searchers in the woods. In the end they inevitably got split up, and Scott tried one last time to get his friends attention.

"Stiles!"

This time the other teen turned in the direction Scott had called from, and then back around into the face of a snarling police dog. Scott hid behind a nearby tree, and listened as Stiles fell, and the dog, and cop holding his leash yelled that they had something.

"Hold on."

An all too familiar voice called. Scott cringed.

"This delinquent belongs to me."

Stiles held his arms up as if to physically protect himself from the dog, or his father he wasn't sure himself really.

"Dad how are you doing?"

He asked as casually as a person who was just nearly attacked by a dog could.

"So you listen to all my phone calls?"

The Sheriff asked not really wanting to know the answer to that question.

"No."

Stiles spluttered instantly, then after a half second of the look from his dad he continued.

"No the boring ones."

He confessed. His dad nodded as if that was the answer he expected and knowing Stiles yeah it was probably what he expected to hear.

"Where's your usual partner in crime?"

The Sheriff asked as he looked around for the implied teen.

"Scott?"

Stiles asked anxiously.

"Scotts home, said he wanted to get a good night sleep for first day back at school tomorrow."

He looked away from his dad for a moment before continuing.

"It's just me, in the woods, alone."

Stiles finished lamely. Only his dad wasn't buying it for a second.

"Scott! You out there?"

The older man called out as he flashed his light around the area. Scott cringed as he stayed in his hiding place. He unconsciously tapped into his abilities and made himself blend into the tree. He didn't even realize it until his lung gave a twang of pain at the use of power.

"Scott!"

The Sheriff called one last time before sighing and stepping closer to his son.

"Well young man I'm going to walk your car and you and I are going to have a conversation about invasion of privacy."

Scott peeked out at their retreating backs and cringed back into his hiding place as he realized they weren't out of sight yet. He dropped the camouflage as they moved far enough away that he knew for sure Stiles and his father were nowhere near him.

Scott headed back from where the two teens had come from. He was hoping to make it back to his friends jeep before his asthma really kicked in. Or before the other teen could leave without him. But whit how distracted he was with his own thoughts and concerns he must have taken a wrong turn. Because suddenly nothing looked familiar and a sound above him nearly made Scott scream.

He paused as he heard something else of fin the distance and pulled his inhaler out once again to use it. before he could even bring the device to his lips a stampede of deer came out at him. Charging and knocking the weak teen to the ground.

It didn't help that he also dropped his inhaler, making him panic from the deer and loss of medicine.

On instinct he threw up a shield, not carrying about the side effects of it later as he used his powers. The deer went right over him and barely grazed against his shield.

Just as fast as they came on the deer were gone. Scott dropped his shield, and laid there in a near hyperventilating state. It was one of the many times he wished he hadn't listened to Stiles. After calming down enough to move Scott climbed to his feet, and began patting the dead leaves and dirt from his jeans and hoodie.

As he felt his pockets he was once again reminded that he had dropped his inhaler in the stampede. Scott pulled out his cell phone that told him he had no signal, and used it as a light to see if he could find the much needed lifeline. What he found instead would change his life forever.

Laying there with eyes open was the body of a woman, naked, and only half of her at that.

So of course being normal, sort of, Scott screamed and flailed around causing himself to fall back on one of the many mini hills in the woods. He tumbled over himself a few times on his way down and gave an extra yelp of shock and pain on his way down. He landed face first onto the painful, unforgiving forest floor, and scurried to use a fallen tree to pull himself up. He took a second to hop over it, and headed off as far away from the area as he could.

That was when he heard it.

The deep throated growl from behind him. No really wanting to but knowing he had to Scott tentatively looked over his shoulder to the source of the growl.

There in the darkness of the woods, he spotted a giant beast. It resemebled a wolf but he really didn't have time to process anything as it suddenly lunged at him and took him down. As he struggled with the large animal he felt it sink it's large teeth into his right hip. Scott screamed out and used his powers like a physical shove to get the monster off of him.

Not even bothering to look back Scott took off running. Okay so he slipped a few times during his get away. But you can't really blame the guy a giant wolf like monster just took a bite out of him. Literally.

His feet took him all the way to the road, and then he was nearly hit by the very person he had been looking for.

Stiles slammed on the breaks the second he saw the figure in the road. He was soaked from the rain and breathing harder than Stiles had ever seen.

"Scott!"

He called. The still shaken up teen shook his whole body and turned to his friend.

"Thank God."

He breathed out as he stumbled over to the familiar passenger seat of Stiles' jeep. Scott pulled the door open, and ignored any looks from Stiles as he closed the door and leaned against it. Closing his eyes and passing out within seconds of his head touching the cold window glass.

Stiles looked to his passed out friend and touched his bicep for only a second and by the time he took his hand away Scott was dry of any rain that had soaked him.

"Can't have you getting sick on me bro."

He mumbled to his sleeping friend. Stiles ran a hand along his prickly hair and then started to drive. Knowing he would have to ask Scott about his run in the woods when eh woke up, or the next day at school.

Stiles inwardly grimaced. He hated school for more reasons than one.