Title: Out of the Woods
Summary: She thought their world was done changing the day their mother died. Scarlet Stilinski couldn't have been more wrong. After a traumatic incident, Scott McCall became a werewolf exposing the world of the supernatural that he nor the Stilinski twins ever knew existed. This is the story of Scarlet's struggle to navigate through adolescence and the supernatural.
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scarlet Stilinski(OC), Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, and others.
Disclaimer: Everything you see here belongs to Jeff Davis and MTV.
A/N: My first Teen Wolf fic. It's sort of Teen Wolf with an added living female Stilinski. I've seen a few similar stories around here and couldn't resist trying my hand at my own.
Out of the Woods
A look of annoyance was obvious on Scott's face as he looked toward his best friend, "Are you seriously wasting my time with this? I have to pick Allison up in an hour."
The two boys were arguing over Scott being a werewolf now and it not being safe for him to take Allison to Lydia's party tonight. It was an insane notion, she had to admit. Still, she had researched right alongside Stiles and came to the same conclusion. Werewolves really did exist and Scott McCall had just become the newest one. Of course it didn't help that tonight was the full moon. It was the sight of Scott pushing Stiles against the wall and raising his fist that made her jump.
"Scott! No!" Scarlet placed her hand down onto his shoulder only to get shoved backward with her brother's chair thrown in her direction though it narrowly missed.
Realizing what he just did, Scott stepped away from the twins and grabbed his bag, "I'm..I'm so sorry."
He was gone before either twin could say anything. It was Stiles that ultimately broke the silence as he gestured toward the back of his desk chair. There were three distinct claw marks scratched into the back of the chair.
When they arrived at the party, the twins veered off in different directions. Stiles went looking for Scott while Scarlet ventured out to the backyard. It didn't surprise her at all to find Lydia Martin making out with Jackson Whittemore in a corner of the party. They were a couple, after all. She simply waved at the strawberry blonde and her boyfriend when they finally broke apart for fresh air. Though she tried to enjoy the party, she couldn't help noticing the full moon hanging ominously in the night sky. It was only when she felt as if someone were watching her that she turned only to see Derek Hale standing there. Why was he here staring at her? His gaze then shifted behind her and she turned only to see Scott dancing with Allison. Her smile faded when Scott appeared to be in distress before he ran off. She followed him through the party, but by the time she reached the driveway, he was gone.
"I can't believe that just happened." A confused yet understandably upset Allison spoke out as she stood beside the younger Stilinski twin.
"It's his...asthma..acting up. Must have left his inhaler at home." She stammered covering quickly for him.
"Oh. Well now I don't have a ride home. I guess I could call my dad." The older brunette frowned at the thought.
"I'd give you a ride home, but Stiles brought me. I'm sure he probably went off after Scott by now." Scarlet shrugged her shoulders in response.
Before either of them could call home, Derek reappeared and gestured to his Camaro, "I could take you both home. It wouldn't be much trouble."
Allison agreed before Scarlet could stop her. Wanting to make sure her friend got home safely, she climbed into the Camaro as well.
Unable to stop his sister from getting into Derek's car, Stiles went after Scott instead. He drove straight to the McCall house and ran inside. Luckily Scott's mother was working another late shift at the hospital tonight. Stiles ran straight up the stairs only stopping when he reached his best friend's door.
"Scott, it's me. Open up."
He reluctantly opened the door a little which Stiles pushed to get open more, but Scott was too strong. "No, you've got to find Allison."
"She's fine. She got a ride home with my sister." He groaned as he kept trying to push the door open all of the way.
Scott was relieved, but a nagging feeling wouldn't go away, "I think I know who bit me. It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods."
"Scott, Derek was the one that gave Scarlet and Allison a ride home from the party." His blood ran cold at the thought of his sister and Allison unknowingly alone with a vicious werewolf.
The door slammed shut just then proving impossible to get open. When Stiles finally got past the door, the window was open and Scott was long gone. He swore under his breath and grabbed the baseball bat from the room before running back down to his jeep.
Allison had been dropped off first at Scarlet's insistence. She wanted to see for herself that her friend got home safely. It was only when they were a few blocks away that she realized that the girl had left her jacket in Derek's car. Oh well, she'd just return it to her on Monday at school. The brunette felt a sense of relief when her own home finally came into view. It didn't take long for her to get out of the car with her friend's jacket in her hands once he had parked the car.
To her surprise, Derek got out of the car as well making his way over to her side, "Can we talk?"
"I..Fine, but make it quick." She agreed against her better judgment.
He rubbed at the back of his neck unsure of where to start, "Scott...I can help him."
"Didn't you help him enough when you bit him?" Her eyes narrowed at him as she shivered slightly.
Instinctively, Derek slid his leather jacket off draping it over her shoulders, "I didn't bite him."
"But you admit you're a werewolf. Did you kill that girl?" Scarlet wanted to shove the jacket off of her, but the warmth was too good to resist.
There was a sudden shift in his expression as he looked at her, "No. I would have never hurt her."
"You were there the night Scott got bit. That's why you were at the party tonight. You knew the full moon would affect him." Her brown eyes widened in realization.
Derek nodded his head, "I was tracking the Alpha when he bit Scott. I would have gone after him if you hadn't ran into me and passed out."
"Wait, you brought me home?" Just as the words left her mouth, Stiles' jeep came to a screeching halt in the driveway.
By the time Stiles reached his sister with the baseball bat in hand, Derek and his car were long gone.
"Roscoe's going to need new brakes if you keep stopping him like that." Scarlet teased referring to her brother's beloved jeep in hopes of easing the tension.
"You're alright." He breathed out as he pulled her into a tight hug.
"I'm fine. How's Scott?" She asked with a touch of concern once he finally let go.
"Not roaming the streets on all fours so I'd say he's alright." Stiles shrugged his shoulders as he led her inside.
It was the next day when Stiles came bursting into her room followed by a weary Scott. Shaking her head, the younger Stilinski scooted over giving their friend some space to rest upon her bed. Meanwhile Stiles flopped down on her desk chair spinning around to face them.
"So Dad was on the phone with the coroner earlier. They identified the stray hairs found on the body as animal hairs. Get this, the body is..was..Laura Hale." He spoke excitedly as he recalled the conversation he had overheard.
A look of surprise etched its way across Scott's features, "Laura Hale? As in...related to Derek Hale? He killed his own flesh and blood?"
"His sister. Laura was his sister. I highly doubt he killed his own sister." She clarified as she shared a look with her twin brother.