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


Stiles and Scott had agreed to return to the preserves in search of the missing half of Laura Hale's body. Scarlet had thought it was a completely moronic thing to do and refused to join them. So she was surprised when she later learned that they had found a severed wolf's torso beside a wrapped up wolfsbane flower and that the wolf's torso shifted into that of a girl's torso. The thought alone had made her shudder. It was the next day that the police were outside of what was left of the Hale Home taking Derek into custody. Scarlet was there reluctantly alongside her brother and Scott as the three of them had found the body. An unreadable expression was on her face as Derek glared over at them while the deputy was putting him in the back of a squad car. The trio moved toward the car to talk with Derek only to have Sheriff Stilinski step in front of them.

He sighed as he folded his arms across his chest looking at the three of them, "Would any of you care to explain how you three came across this body in the first place?"

"We were looking for Scott's inhaler." The twins piped up at the same time.

Their father raised his eyebrows at that, "Which he lost when?"

"The other night." Stiles admitted as his sister nudged him slightly.

The expression on the Sheriff's face grew stern, "The other night when you were out here looking for the body? The same night you swore to me that they were both at home?"

"Yes. Wait, no. Crap." He said as he got caught in the lie and looked at the other two.

He didn't look too disappointed as he was used to the boys' antics by now, "So you lied to me."

"That depends on your definition of lying." Stiles retorted as his sister groaned inwardly.

Their father didn't look too amused as he replied, "Not telling the truth. How do you define it?"

"Reclining your body in a horizontal position." He quipped as he gestured the point with his hands.

He pointed at the jeep, "Get out of here."


It was the first big game of the high school lacrosse season. The twins had advised Scott not to play, but he stubbornly insisted on it anyway. Scarlet took a seat between Allison and Mr. Argent on the bleachers as they awaited the start of the game. Lydia was seated on the other side of Allison with banners she had made to cheer her boyfriend on. The game soon started and things were looking good as Jackson scored a goal. Then the opposing team started to get in some good offense. Scott seemed to be doing okay until Jackson shoved him aside.

"Which one is Scott again?" Allison's father asked as they all looked out at the field.

"11. Number 11." Scarlet replied quickly as her eyes remained on the game.

Scott grew angrier and somehow caught the ball. They cheered as he ran dodging his way across the field before scoring a goal. She jumped out of her seat cheering for him sharing a glance with her twin who was happily acting like a spaz down on the bench.

"So how long have you known Scott?" Chris Argent asked once the girl had settled back down.

"Since third grade, but it feels like forever now." She responded with a slight chuckle.

"He's a good kid?"

"The best." Scarlet assured him as Scott scored another goal.

She cheered again only this time she made her way back down the bleachers toward where her twin was sitting on the bench. It was obvious, to them at least, that Scott was beginning to shift. Before either of them could say anything, he scored the winning goal. They celebrated as the crowd left the stands beginning to fill the field. It was then that she noticed their father off to the side talking seriously on his cell phone. She nudged Stiles pointing it out to him as she stood up.

"You go find Scott. I'll go see what's up with Dad." She knew it would be easier for Stiles to search the boys locker room anyway.

Before he could protest, Scarlet walked off toward their father. Stiles asked around for Scott only to find out that he had gone back to the locker room with Allison following behind him. He swore under his breath as he ran off back into the school fearing what he might find. To his surprise, he came face to face with a smiling Allison leaving the boys locker room. She waved as she walked past leaving him standing there confused for a moment. Snapping out of it, He burst inside the locker room only to find Scott standing there smiling.

"You're okay." He spoke in one breath before letting out a sigh of relief.

A goofy smile lit up his face as he looked over at Stiles, "I kissed her. Allison kissed me."

"Pretty good, huh?" He grinned letting his dimples show.

He nodded as they high fived each other, "I controlled it. I was able to pull back. Maybe I can handle this after all."


"So the medical examiner called Dad at the end of the game. They finished examining the body." Scarlet began to explain as they climbed into Stiles' jeep.

"And?"

"And confirmed that it is indeed Derek's late sister Laura. Get this, she was killed by an animal. So they let Derek go." She finished as Stiles drove them out of the parking lot.

Scott looked mortified at this new information, "But he's a werewolf. He still could have killed her."

"Yeah, Dad would have us all sent to Eichen House for evaluations if we told him that though." Stiles piped up as his eyes remained on the road.

Scarlet was walking down the hallway at school the next day when she saw her brother talking to a frantic looking Scott. It was only when she got closer that she learned what had happened. He had a bad dream about killing Allison and feared it came true now that he couldn't find her. Hearing gasps, the three of them hurried outside only to find a school bus smeared with blood and the door torn off just like in Scott's dream. Scarlet dragged the boys back inside in search of Allison. As if things couldn't get worse, Scott panicked when they couldn't find her and punched Jackson's locker causing the door to fall halfway off.

"Scott, We'll find her." She assured him unwilling to believe that he was capable of killing someone.

In typical Scott fashion, he was the one that found her minutes later by literally bumping into him. They were relieved that she was fine and Scarlet chalked it up to being purely a coincidence that the scene outside matched his dream. At least, that's what she hoped. They made it through the rest of the day and even managed to convince Scott not to cancel his date with Allison. It was later that night when the twins overheard the fate of the bus driver and made a beeline for Scott's house. The door was locked, but Stiles had noticed a window was open. While he climbed up through Scott's window, Scarlet pulled out her key and let herself into the McCall home.

"What am I doing? God, do either of you even play baseball?" Stiles asked exasperatingly as Melissa lowered the bat she was holding.

"Could have used the key, doofus." Scarlet replied holding up the key Melissa had given her as she entered the room.

"Do any of you care that there's a police enforced curfew?" Melissa McCall asked as her son entered his room.

"Nope."

"No? Alright, that's enough parenting from me tonight. Goodnight then." She kissed Scott's head and walked out of the room.

Scott shut the door once she was out of sight and looked at the twins curiously, "What?"

"Dad left for the hospital about fifteen minutes ago. The bus driver succumbed to his injuries." Stiles was the first to speak up.

Confusion clouded his expression as he stared at them, "Succumb?"

"He's dead, Scott." Her eyes softened as she placed her hand upon his shoulder.


It was a stupid idea, but she hated seeing the look of guilt on Scott's face. If finding out what killed this guy would alleviate that guilt, then maybe it was worth a trip to the morgue. At least they had waited until it was daylight. The sight of the body sent Scott running off out of the hospital with the twins in pursuit. They only lost sight of Scott when they ducked to avoid being seen by their dad. There was no way they would both get out of there without being seen by the Sheriff. Sharing a look, Stiles reluctantly handed her the keys to the jeep before running off to distract their dad. They both knew full well that Stiles was better when it came to distracting their dad. She took off down to the parking garage jumping into the jeep and drove off in search of Scott. He could have been anywhere in Beacon Hills by now. It was then that it hit her and she drove off in a certain direction hoping her hunch was right. She pulled to a stop outside of the old Hale house and went straight inside.

Derek was breathing heavily as he shoved Scott across the burnt shell of a room, "I didn't kill him and neither did you."

"Then who did?" She gasped making her presence known as she kept her distance not wanting to be near their fight.

Scott growled as he moved back toward Derek. "This is all your fault. You did this to me."

His olive toned skin glistened with sweat as he glared at Scott menacingly, "No I didn't."

The younger wolf shoved him as they circled around each other, "You bit me!"

"He didn't bite you, Scott." Scarlet butted in surprising both of the wolves.

Scott stepped back tripping and landed on a nearby couch, "What? There's another."

"Hey.." She stepped closer moving toward Scott.

Derek watched them for a moment, "It's called an Alpha."

"Like the boss of the wolves?" She questioned with the raise of her eyebrow.

The older wolf nodded his head, "Something like that. Scott and I are betas. This thing...the alpha...is more powerful than either of us. My sister came here looking for it and now I'm looking for it."

"Why Scott?"

Scott's head snapped up as he looked over at him, "Yeah, why me?"

Derek sighed as he looked at them, "Because he bit you. That makes you part of his pack. You're the one he wants."


Scarlet rolled her eyes as she sat in History class the next day listening to her brother and Scott talking. They had already filled Stiles in on what Derek had told them and now Stiles was encouraging Scott not to squander his opportunity when he studied with Allison that night. She was pleased when her test was set down on her desk with an A written at the top. Dad would be happy, at least. Before she could say anything, the bell rang and they left the class going their separate ways. It was to her surprise that she found Jackson being pinned to the lockers by Derek himself. He managed to scurry off when Derek's attention turned to her.

His face was pale as his skin grew clammy with sweat and he grabbed her arm, "Help me find Scott."

"Can't this wait until after school?"

His grip extended to her upper arms, "You need to help me find Scott now!"

"You need to not manhandle me." She pushed him off watching as he stumbled.

The brunette rushed off to class unable to push the incident out of her mind. When the final bell of the day rang, Scarlet gathered her things heading out of the school beside her brother. She was filling him in on what had happened with Derek when they both heard a groan. There in front of them on the ground was the man in question. They knew they couldn't just leave him there as it would raise too much suspicion so they helped him up and pulled him into Stiles' jeep.

"Hey, try not to get any blood on my seats, okay? We're almost there." Stiles spoke up as he drove away from the school.

Derek lifted his head slightly, "Almost where?"

"Your house." He spoke as if it were obvious.

He became more alert if not panicked just then, "No. Not there. At least not while I can't protect myself."

Stiles drove around town for a while while his sister texted Scott informing him of the situation. He had been attacked by hunters and shot with a bullet containing a rare form of wolfsbane. Another one of the bullets was the only way to save Derek. It was only when she caught sight of the animal hospital that she told her brother to stop there. Once inside, they holed up in the operating room keeping an eye on the poisoned wolf. He leaned against the operating table pulling his shirt off. Her head tilted slightly as she took in the sight of the wolf's muscled toned torso.

"Oh gross. Do not check him out in front of me." Stiles threw his hands in the air turning away for a moment.

"I was not...Shut up!" She stammered blushing slightly as Derek began looking through the cabinets.

"Some antibiotics and a good night's rest would probably do you some good." Stiles suggested with a bit of sarcasm.

He kept searching through the cabinets ignoring his comment, "If the infection reaches my heart, I'll die."

"Positive much?" He retorted only to nearly fall over when he saw what the wolf was holding.

Derek held up the bone saw as he faced the twins again, "If he doesn't get here in time, this is the last resort. One of you get to cut off my arm."

"Well I'm not doing it."

"I don't like blood."

"Stop being a big baby, Stiles."

"But what if he bleeds to death?"

He began wrapping a belt tightly around his arm, "If it works, it should heal itself before that happens."

"I don't know if I can do this." Stiles' eyes were wide as he picked up the saw.

"Because of the blood?"

Derek looked over at Stiles, "You faint at the sight of blood?"

"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" He exclaimed as he gripped the saw tightly.

"If it were Scott, you would have done it no questions asked."

Before either of the guys could respond, black liquid began to pour out of Derek's mouth.

"What the hell is that?" Stiles asked placing his arm protectively in front of his sister.

He gasped out wiping his mouth as he held onto the table, "My body is trying to heal itself."

"Yeah well it's not doing a very good job, is it?"

"Stiles!"

With no other choice, Stiles brought the saw to the wolf's arm and prepared himself to turn it on.

Scott ran in only to be stunned at the sight of Stiles holding a saw, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Well nothing now. Did you get it?" She asked as her brother set the saw aside.

The younger wolf pulled out the bullet handing it over to Derek who fell over passing out. They could hear the bullet clank as it fell into the grate on the floor. As Scott went to retrieve it, the twins attempted to wake Derek up. Nothing seemed to work until finally Scarlet pressed her lips to his. As he came to, his eyes widened in shock and confusion. Stiles pulled her back allowing the wolf space to get up. Scott handed him the bullet and they watched as he emptied the contents of the casing onto the operating table. He lit the powder on fire letting it burn before smearing the burnt powder over the wound on his arm. He fell to the floor screaming from the agonizing pain as the wound healed before their eyes.

"That...was awesome!"

They looked at him as if he were crazy before Scott turned his attention to the wolf that was getting back to his feet, "Are you okay?"

Derek stood up straight and looked over at him, "You mean besides the agonizing pain?"

"Sarcasm is always a good sign of health." Stiles smirked earning a glare from the older wolf.

"You would know." She teased her brother as she avoided looking in Derek's direction.