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"All we are is an isle of flightless birds

We find our worth in giving birth and stuff

We're lining our homes against winding roads,

and we think the going is tough."

Isle of Flightless Birds by Twenty One Pilots


Scott McCall didn't want to be here. In all honesty, he would rather be with Allison, on another date. But, for some reason, his mom decided it would be great if he babysat her friend's daughter. The kid was in the eighth grade or something like that, but apparently, with all the animal attacks going on, her mom did not want her only child home alone. That's where Scott came in.

He sat shotgun in his mom's car as she drove him to their destination, feeling rather disgruntled. Sighing, he clenched his fists and held back a groan of frustration. This was probably a horrible idea—he still couldn't get a handle on his werewolf powers, and here he was, about to go look after a kid.

"It'll be fine, Scott," Mrs. McCall told her son, sensing his discomfort. "I've met Claire's daughter many times, and Sawyer is a very nice girl!"

Scott shook his head. "I-it's not that, Mom, I—"

"I know Scott," interrupted Mrs. McCall. "But it's just for one night. If you were still in the eighth grade, and there were these animal attacks, I'd get someone to watch you, too." Sighing, Scott knew there would be no getting out this. As his mom pulled the car into park, she told him, "I'll go in there for just a little bit, then Claire and I are going to head back to the hospital. Alright?"

Nodding, Scott tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace than anything. "Alright."

Mrs. McCall rang the doorbell, and stepped back, smiling widely. "Claire!"

The young woman in the doorway grinned excitedly. "Melissa!" She then turned to Scott. "And you must be Scott. I'm Claire; it's so nice to finally meet you!"

They shook hands, and Scott replied, "It's nice to meet you too, ma'm."

Claire held up a finger. "Just a second; let me call her down." She turned her back to them and called up the stairs, "Sawyer! Come over here, please!"

With his werewolf abilities, Scott could hear a groan before he heard socked feet coming down the stairs. The girl, Sawyer, was small, even for a middle schooler. She had long brown hair that came down to her shoulder blades, and thick, round glasses were perched on her nose. "Yeah, Mom?" She asked, her heart beating rather quickly—she must have been doing something she shouldn't have, Scott mused. But the question was what?

"Sawyer," Claire began, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, "this is Melissa and her son, Scott. Scott over here is going to be your babysitter for tonight while June is sick, okay?"

As she opened her mouth to reply, Sawyer glanced at something just behind Scott's shoulder, and her face paled. Her heart began to go a mile a minute; she was afraid. Of what, Scott couldn't exactly say, but there was definitely something wrong.

"Y-yeah, totally fine," Sawyer finally said, smiling tightly. "It's nice to meet you two, but I've... got a lot of homework! So I'd, uh, better get on that!" With that, Sawyer turned on her heel and ran back up the stairs, her heart still beating erratically with fear.

Claire furrowed her eyebrows. "That's odd—she's usually much more polite, I promise. Well, uh, anyways, thank you so much for doing this, Scott, and one last thing: Sawyer sometimes gets these awful migraines. She can tell a few seconds before they happen, but medicine doesn't do anything, so you usually just have to wait them out. They don't happen too often, but I wanted to make sure you're aware in case something does happen."

Scott nodded. "Thank you, ma'am."

As the two women began leaving, Melissa turned back to her son. "Be good," she told him sternly, pointing a finger at him.

Chuckling, Scott nodded. "I will, Mom." Shutting the door, he pursed his lips. There was something off about Sawyer, and he was going to find out what.


Earlier

Sawyer sat in her room, writing in her science notebook, when Donna floated through the window.

"What's crackin', kiddo?" She asked, sitting cross-legged on Sawyer's bed.

"My will to live," Sawyer mumbled as she slammed her notebook shut. "I hate science. I wish I could burn this thing, and then I can never think about it again!"

Donna laughed. "Well, I'm sorry, kid, but it is what it is."

"I know, I—"

"Sawyer!" Her mother called. "Come over here, please!"

Her heart stopped. What if her mom had heard her talking to Donna? Was she going to send her to the loony bin or something? Groaning slightly, she began to make her way downstairs, growing more and more apprehensive with each step. As she finally got to her mother, she asked, "Yeah, Mom?" There were two other people in the open door.

Claire placed a hand on Sawyer's shoulder. "Sawyer, this is Melissa and her son, Scott. Scott over here is going to be your babysitter for tonight while June is sick, okay?"

She opened her mouth, but abruptly shut it when she saw Donna's horrified face behind Scott.

"He's the werewolf kid! I swear; he's the one." Donna's eyes were wide with fear for the young girl.

Sawyer felt her face pale and her heart speed up before she replied, "Y-yeah, totally fine. It's nice to meet you two, but I've... got a lot of homework! So I'd, uh, better get on that!" She turned around as quickly as she could, trying not to seem suspicious, and sprinted up the stairs before shutting her bedroom door and leaning against it, her hand over her chest.

Donna placed her hand on Sawyer's shoulder, or she tried to; her hand went straight through her arm. "It'll be alright, kiddo—it's only for today, and then you'll be back with that bozo, June."

Huffing, Sawyer crossed her arms over her chest. "At least June's too busy talking to her boyfriend to pay attention to what I'm doing."

Footsteps sounded up the stairs—Scott was coming. Quickly, Sawyer grabbed her phone and began to speak into it. "Anyways, Don, I've gotta go. See you later, man!" She 'hung up' just as Scott knocked on her door.

"Uh, Sawyer?" He asked sheepishly. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure!" Sawyer responded, glancing at Donna. That was a close one!

Scott opened the door and shuffled in, glancing all around the room before his gaze settled on Sawyer. "So, uh, who were you talking to?"

"My friend from school—Donna Myers," Sawyer told him. "I had to ask her a question." It wasn't a total lie, she assured herself.

"Okay, cool." Scott nodded. "Were you okay earlier? You seemed pretty scared of something earlier."

"Don't play dumb with her, you dick!" Donna yelled angrily. "You know exactly what's going on, Mr. Werewolf!"

"Is there something over there?" Scott asked, noticing the way Sawyer's eyes glancing over to the side a little, almost as if there was someone there that he couldn't see, but she could.

"Nope, nothing!" Sawyer said quickly. "I thought I saw something, though. Guess it was just my imagination!"

Scott raised an eyebrow skeptically. She's lying, he thought to himself, but he ignored it. "Okay, well, I just came up to tell you that I ordered a pizza, and it should be here in, like, ten minutes."

"That, that sounds good. Cool." Sawyer bobbed her head. "June never did that."

"June Price?"

"Yeah."

Scott chuckled a little bit. "She's in my chemistry class. She's a little..."

"Annoying?" Supplied Sawyer. "Yeah. My mom loves her though. She thinks June is, like, God's gift or something."

"Well, uh, anyways," Scott motioned to the door. "I'm just gonna... yeah." He awkwardly made his way out of her room, shutting the door behind him.


"Stiles!" Scott whispered as loud as he could into the phone.

"What is it?" Stiles asked. "Why are you whispering?"

"Remember that kid that my mom wanted me to babysit?" He asked his friend, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, why?"

"Th-there's something off about her. Earlier, she was looking at me, and she just kinda freaked out, and just now, she said she was talking on the phone to someone she went to school with named Donna Myers, but I know she's lying and that she hadn't called anyone. D'you think—"

Stiles interrupted him, "Already on it." There was a pause, and Scott could hear his friend type quickly on his computer. "Scott, I think your friend might be a little crazy," he said finally, his voice a little worried.

"Why?"

"Because, apparently, the only Donna Myers from Beacon Hills has been dead since 1968."


A/N:

Well, that's chapter two! I hope you all liked it! Also, I wanted to thank Spacedoodles for leaving a kind review and for following, Arianna Le Fay for favoriting, and YourpalMoony for following this story as well. You guys rock!


This chapter was edited on April 26, 2018.