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Lacy here with our very first chapter for Effie! Now, the title of the story are the three basic elements that make up who Effie is and how she lives her life. Faith; In who she is and those she cares about. Belief; in doing the right thing, no matter what, even if it doesn't seem right at the time. And family; they always come first. I actually put thought into a title for once. I know, I'm shocked as well. But Effie is different from my other girls. Well, they're all different but-Whoops, off track. Anyway, this is the intro episode to Teen Wolf and as we all know, it starts with Stiles dragging everyone into trouble. Yes, even his sister. Read on and have fun!

Disclaimer: I own only Effie.

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Effie Stilinski sighed as she heard the front door shut behind her father and her brother's excited footsteps racing up the stairs. Clearly Stiles had, once again, listened in on their father's phone call and wanted to tell her what he was being called out for.

Wiping her wrist across her brow to brush her bangs away, Effie focused on what was in front of her. A large portion of her back bedroom wall. She was working on the final collage before her room would finally be more teen then little girl. It had taken her four years before her father would let her paint and now, at sixteen, she was a rather accomplished artist and was happy to be changing her room to finally match her personality.

"Effie!"

Effie didn't even bother turning as Stiles slammed into her room. "Stiles, we've talked about your knocking skills."

Stiles didn't even bat an eye. "A body was found in the woods! I'm going to tell Scott and drag him out there. You gotta come!"

Effie set her brush down and faced her brother. The fraternal twins shared only their honey hazel eye color and height. While Stiles had buzzed medium brown hair, Effie had shoulder blade length light brown hair cut long.

"What's so interesting about a dead body?" Effie asked. "We've seen tons in Dad's reports."

Stiles waved his arms around. ADHD at its finest. "That's the thing! They only found half of it!"

Effie cocked a brow. Now that was interesting. "Alright, fine. Give me two minutes to clean up and we'll go get Scott."

Stiles cheered and darted from his sister's room as fast as he had entered.

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Effie leaned against the jeep door as she watched Stiles attempt to climb the side of his best friend, Scott McCall's house as he wasn't answering his phone. Tugging her green jacket closer, Effie stifled a smirk as she watched Scott come out with a bat while Stiles appeared to be failing at climbing. It wasn't long before the two teens were screaming in surprise at each other and Effie, even from the car, was covering her ears to block out their high pitched sounds.

"Stiles, what are you doing?!" she heard Scott shout.

"You weren't answering your phone!" Stiles defended himself, hanging upside down from the side of the house. "Why do you have a bat?"

"Hopefully to beat some sense into you!" Effie shouted. She gave a wave. "Hey Scott,"

The other boy waved back. "Hey Effie,"

She watched Stiles fill Scott in on why they were there, keeping the most interesting bit for last before the two boys were making their way over to the jeep.

"Joining in on the law breaking?" Effie asked with a smirk as she climbed in the back.

Scott laughed while Stiles huffed and gave his sister a look.

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Effie alternated between glaring at her brother and shrinking under the one their father was aiming at both of them. She should have stayed in her room and finished her collage.

"What were you two thinking?" Sheriff Stilinski asked.

Effie crossed her arms. "Clearly I wasn't or I'd be at home."

Stiles huffed, again. He liked doing that. "Come on, Dad! We had to come see this. It was too cool to miss."

Effie hung her head. Yup, really should have stayed home.

John ran a hand over his face, the other perched on his hip. "Stiles, we're looking for the other HALF of a BODY. And you decided to drag your sister into the woods, even though the killer could still be there? Really?"

Stiles dropped the hyper act and got quiet and pouty. It was usually the twins' best line of defense. "Come on, Dad,"

Effie dropped the pissed act, though she had every intention of belting Stiles upside the head when they got home, and adopted her own pout. It wasn't quite as pathetic as Stiles' but it got the job done.

John groaned at the pouts. It was a skill they got from their mother, god rest her soul. "Alright, don't do it again and you're free and clear." the pouts were dropped and replaced by identical grins. "Get home, you've got school in the morning."

Stiles jumped a bit while Effie kissed her father's cheek. There really wasn't much the two couldn't work their way out of.

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"Effie Stilinski,"

Effie held in a sigh and turned to face Jackson Whittemore. "Jackson, what's wrong? Lose Lydia somewhere? I assure you, she's not in my locker," she saw his eyes drift down. "or cleavage."

Jackson laughed. "Damn, you are too hot to be related to that idiot, Stiles."

Effie narrowed her eyes. "Jackson, should I remind you of eighth grade and the last time you insulted Stiles in front of me?" She'd lost her normally cool temper and punched the jock square in the nose, breaking it, and two of her knuckles. She found the cast and her grounding well worth it. "Get out of my face and do your best to remember you have a girlfriend." she shut her locker. "Though god only knows what she's thinking dating you."

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Effie walked out to the Lacrosse field, text books and homework tucked in her bag. She supported her brother, however rarely he played, but she liked to get her work done early.

"Effie," Lydia Martin came up and linked arms with the other girl. "have you met our new classmate?"

Effie smiled at the third girl. "Yeah, we met this morning. Good to see you again, Allison."

Allison Argent returned the smile. "You too, Effie." she looked out at the field. "Does your boyfriend play?"

Effie laughed. "No, my dad's the sheriff so there is no chance of a boyfriend, well ever. My twin brother's on the team."

Lydia snorted. "Not that he ever plays."

Effie gave her a look. "It doesn't matter if he plays or not, Lydia."

Allison changed the subject, thankfully as Lydia rolled her eyes. "So, your dad's the sheriff? That's gotta make life tough."

Effie shrugged as the girls sat on the bleachers. "Not really. Dad's pretty easy on Stiles and I, as long as we keep good grades and don't get in too much trouble."

"What about your mom?" Allison asked.

Effie cleared her throat. "She, um, passed away when Stiles and I were younger."

Allison cringed. "Oh god, Effie I'm sorry."

Effie shook her head. "Don't worry, you had no way of knowing. And Stiles and I, well we're not completely okay with it but we're moving forward, like she'd want us to."

Allison smiled. "I don't think I could ever survive something like that. You're really strong, Effie."

"Why is Scott being put in goal?" Lydia practically shrieked, bringing the other two girls back to the practice.

Effie looked at the field and saw that, indeed, Scott, who normally warmed the bench with Stiles, was heading towards the goal, the correct gear for the position in place.

"Oh this isn't going to be good," Effie muttered.

Allison frowned. "Why not?"

"He's target practice," Lydia and Effie chorused as they realized the coach's plan.

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Effie frowned. "What do you mean Derek Hale's back?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Would you like me to spell it out, Effie? While looking for Scott's inhaler, and the body, we ran into Derek Hale. He's back in Beacon Hills."

"After what happened to his family, he actually came back?" Effie questioned. "That seems," she shook her head. "completely stupid."

"No one ever said the guy was right in the head," Stiles said. "But he's here and the body wasn't where Scott found it."

"You're not seriously saying Derek moved it," Effie asked. "are you? Cause that's out there, even for you, Stiles."

Stiles threw his hands up. "Well I don't know! But Dad hasn't said anything about the other half being found and Hale was the only one there."

"You tell Dad about this?" Effie asked.

"No." Stiles snorted. "I don't really wanna be grounded for the rest of the semester."

Effie laughed. "Then stop going where Dad tells you not to."

"Oh where's the fun in that?" Stiles waved a dismissive hand, making Effie laugh harder.

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Effie paused her music as she heard loud muttering coming through the wall from her brother's room. Frowning, she tried to figure out what he was saying but he wasn't being loud enough. However, as Stiles never muttered, just shouted and rambled, Effie was concerned. So she took her smock off and left her room. Walking down the hall, she knocked on Stiles' door and opened it. The sight inside floored her.

Papers were everywhere and Stiles and his computer were surrounded by books.

"Stiles?" Effie said cautiously. "Stiles, what are you doing?"

Stiles snapped his head around to look at Effie. "I think Scott's a werewolf."

Effie crossed her arms. "How much Adderall have you had today?"

Stiles shook his head. "No Effie, I'm serious." he stood in front of his sister. "Look, yesterday he was telling me that after he got bit in the forest, he started being able to hear, see and smell better than he ever could before. And today during practice, well you saw him! When was the last time you saw Scott move like that without needing his inhaler seconds later?"

Effie thought about what Stiles said as she moved into the room and sat on the corner of his bed. He was right, Scott's performance at practice was amazing. She'd never seen him so good at lacrosse, mainly because of his asthma and he hadn't even looked winded when he made the goal.

"What made you jump to werewolf?" Effie asked as she processed.

Stiles sat back down, glad Effie was hearing him out. "He said he heard a wolf howl and thinks that's what bit him."

Effie shook her head. "But California doesn't have wolves."

"So what if it wasn't an actual wolf," Stiles went on. "but a werewolf."

Effie scrubbed her hands over her face. "As insane as it sounds, what you're saying actually makes sense." she dropped her arms to her thighs. "But how are you going to convince Scott? No doubt he's freaking out about all this and throwing a theory like this might not go well."

"Well we've gotta try." Stiles said. "The full moon is tomorrow night and if he really is a werewolf, we could be in serious trouble."

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Adjusting the wide beaded belt around her waist, Effie fixed the low dipping neck of her dress and adjusted the tank she wore underneath, so her father and brother wouldn't stroke out, before sitting on her bed to lace up her knee high Mad Hatter boots. Thankfully her favorite pair of boots matched the dress and tank she'd picked for the party she promised Stiles she'd go to. She was just slightly more popular in school then he was and her being there helped him. Or so he said. She was his twin, which was really the only reason she listened.

"So, telling Scott didn't go as planned." Stiles said, walking into Effie's room.

Effie dropped her booted foot to the floor. "Yeah, I heard the commotion. You alright?"

Stiles shrugged. "He lost control for a moment and slammed me into the wall but I'm fine."

Effie stepped up to Stiles and straightened the tie he'd put on. "Scott's no weakling but even that's beyond him. I think you definitely hit the nail on the head with this, Stiles."

Stiles handed Effie her coat. "Yeah, unfortunately I do too."

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Effie laughed as Danny Mahealani spun her around while they danced at the poolside of the party. Danny was really the only guy outside of Stiles and Scott that Effie hung out with. He was smart, sweet and the fact that he was gay ensured Effie didn't have to worry about him making a pass.

"Feel like sharing dance partners, Danny?" Jackson asked as he and Lydia joined them.

Danny saw the tense look on Effie's face and knew she didn't like the lacrosse captain. "Nah, I think Effie and I are good for now."

Jackson gave his best friend a shove but led Lydia away. Effie dropped her head to Danny's shoulder as he pulled her closer.

"You are a saint," Effie said. "I don't know how you're best friends with him, Danny. You're polar opposites."

Danny shrugged. "He wasn't always like this. This asshole attitude started after he found out about being adopted. I guess with everything getting turned upside down, he didn't know how to handle it."

"Therapy. Like everyone else." Effie deadpanned.

Danny laughed. "Yeah, yeah," he spun her again. "Just enjoy yourself, Stilinski. Not many people get to dance with someone as nice looking as me."

Effie threw her head back and laughed hard. Never had she heard such an egotistical statement come from Danny. "You need to spend less time with those jocks."

"Effie!" Stiles came running over to the pair, panting. "We need to go."

Effie frowned. "Why? Stiles, what's wrong?"

Stiles met his sister's eyes. "Scott."

Effie swore and looked at Danny. "I'm sorry Danny but,"

Danny shook his head. "No, I understand. Go and tell Scott I hope he feels better."

Effie smiled before allowing Stiles to pull her through the crowd. Hopefully they'd get to Scott before anything happened. Anything bad, anyway.

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Arriving at Scott's house, the two darted from the jeep and ran into the house. They both knew where Scott's room was from memory and charged up the stairs. Effie panted to catch her breath while Stiles knocked.

"Scott?" Stiles called. "It's me and Effie!"

The lock on the door slid before opening a crack.

"Let us in Scott," Effie said. "we can help."

"No," Scott panted. "listen, you gotta find Allison."

"She's fine." Stiles said. "I saw her get a ride from the party. She's totally fine, alright?"

"No," Scott said. "I think I know who it is?"

"Just let us in." Stiles said. "We can talk."

"Derek." Scott said. "Derek Hale's the werewolf. He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods."

Effie and Stiles exchanged scared looks.

"Scott," Stiles said. "Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party."

The two exchanged another look seconds before the door slammed shut and wouldn't open again.

"Scott!" Stiles called, banging a hand on the door.

Effie looked at Stiles. "What now?"

Stiles ran a hand over his head. "Now," he banged his hands together. "now we go make sure I didn't lie and that Allison is really okay."

Effie followed Stiles from the house. "Do you really think Derek's the werewolf? That he would hurt Allison? I mean, he doesn't even know her."

Stiles shook his head. "I don't know, Effie but we can't leave it up to chance. We have to make sure."

Effie clipped her seat belt. "Drive."

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Effie stared at her bedroom wall. The collage was everything having to do with the dusk and the season of Autumn. Her three other walls were the other seasons with their own times of day. Spring was dawn, Summer was noon and winter was twilight. Her finishing touch for Autumn had been the Harvest full moon. But now,

"Finish it,"

Effie turned and saw Stiles leaning against her door frame. "But Scott,"

Stiles shrugged. "Scott's gonna adjust and deal with this. And the last thing he'd want is for his change to affect your vision for your room. So," he walked in and handed Effie one of her brushes. "finish it. Think of it as a tribute to Scott and what he's become instead of a reminder."

Effie twirled the brush. "Okay," she smiled. "Wanna help?"

Stiles laughed. "Me? Mess up your art? No, I learned that lesson when we were six." he plopped down on her bed. "But I'll stay and keep you company."

Effie laughed as she picked up her paint and set about finishing her room. Stiles was right, having the full moon would honor Scott's change even if they weren't sure what other surprises it would bring.

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And there we have the intro to Effie. You get a pretty good look at her relationships with everyone, minus Derek, whom she hasn't met yet. That'll come in a chapter or two. Can't remember. *sees look* What? Season one was a while ago! *huffs* Anyway, let me know what you think, my flame policy is located at the bottom of my profile and stands for all my work, new or old, and thanks for reading!

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