A/N - XxMoonrisexX - Hey again! Glad your still liking the story, the humor of Stiles and Ethel is great :) Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 3

"Ice Pick"

Raindrops cover the window of the car as the rain pours heavily from the sky. The car is dark almost as dark as the outside world. Only one spark of light comes from the cell phone of the girl beside me. "Riley," I hear myself saying, though the words seem to not come from me, "is there any signal?"

Riley groans, her blue eyes seeming to shine in the darkness, "No, it's the damn storm," she complains. A crack sounds through the air, rumbling like thunder, the sound is followed by a bang that shakes the car itself.

"What the hell?" I mutter to myself. My hands reach for the door handle and my brain wants to force myself to stop, I want to stay in the car, in safety. But against my will, the door swings open and my body steps out.

"Ethel, its pouring," Riley yells from behind me.

"Something hit the car," I tell her, before slamming the door shut. "Elle, Patrick," I call out, heading to the front of the car where the hood stands open. The rain is rushing down my face, making it hard to see anything. All I know is that my Aunt and Uncle aren't anywhere to be seen. "Guys," I yell out again, my words seeming to be lost in the windstorm. I seek shelter under the hood my eyes studying the engine, catching something out of place. I wipe the rain from my eyes, temporarily clearing my vision. I reach out my finger, touching the red liquid that I could see more clearly now.

"Ethel," my attention is drawn from the red, when I hear my name screamed by Riley. "Ethel," she yells again, this time she is in sight, eyes terrified. Her hand grabs onto my arm, manicured nails digging into the skin. "Ethel, I saw it, its out there," she tells me, backing up slowly and dragging me with her.

"What? Riley what?" I ask her, beginning to feel my heartbeat increase in fear.

"That," she murmurs, hand outstretched pointing through the rain. My eyes are just about to look where she has pointed.

I sit up straight in my bed, glancing around at my room trying to shake the vividness of my dream away. I don't think I'd ever had a dream so vivid, I could almost still feel the cool drops of rain, still felt the terror I had been feeling. In fact if I had to be honest, that hadn't felt like a dream at all, it had felt like a memory. "Ethel, breakfast," I shake the thoughts from my mind at the call, throwing on an old hoodie and heading downstairs.

"Late, that's new," Riley comments as I enter the kitchen, chewing on a piece of toast, flipping through a book at the kitchen counter.

I shrug, "My alarm didn't go off," I mutter, checking the time on the clock hanging on the wall. Riley was right if I didn't hurry I was going to be late.

I take a seat at the counter as Hector places a mug of coffee and some eggs and toast in front of me, "I know you're going to be in a rush, but promise to eat," he says.

I smile, "Okay," I tell him reaching for my knife and fork, "hey the night of the you know accident was there a storm?" I question, my words hesitant bringing that night up never felt like a good idea. Riley's eyes are on me in as soon as the words leave my mouth her expression unreadable.

Hector looks at me before sighing, "Yeah it was a pretty big storm, why?" he asks me, studying me.

I shake my head, "No reason," I murmur.

"You didn't like have a memory return did you?" Riley questions me, an eyebrow raised.

"No, no memories at all," I assure her, though the words felt like a lie.

"I see," she responds, eyes dropping to her phone, "have to go. Lydia's here we're going out for coffee before school," she explains, dropping the book she had being going over into her bag.

"Cya," I wave after her, before turning back to my plate.

"What happened with Erica in P.E?" I question Stiles as we walk down the school hall, heading towards the cafeteria.

"Seizure," he explains to me, his attention seeming to be only half-focused on me.

"Cause she's epileptic," I comment.

"Yeah, how come you got out of P.E again?" he asks me.

"I don't know, something about the accident but I'm only out of it for like a week," I explain, wondering why it couldn't be longer I didn't have an athletic bone in my body.

"That's a good deal," Stiles says.

"Well if I hit your head into a wall hard enough I bet I could get rid of a few memories and get you a P.E free week," I offer, my tone teasing.

Stiles eyes meet mine before shaking his head, "I think I'll pass," he replies.

I shrug, "I could just do it for fun," I tell him innocently.

"You're still mad about not getting mentioned aren't you?" he guesses.

"I'll be less mad when I knock your head into the wall," I assure him.

"Ethel," Stiles begins, his hands in a pleading gesture, "it was not personal. Derek is scary we didn't really have time to chat."

I raise an eyebrow, "So you don't think about me when you're scared? Best friends for I honestly don't know how long and I'm not even a thought in your head when you're terrified," I say, holding back a smile at Stiles expression.

"There is no winning with you is there?" he questions me exasperated.

"No," I reply simply as we enter the lunchroom. Both Stiles and I make our way to Boyd's table, I give Stiles a confused look as he takes the seat across from Boyd and I the seat next to him.

"What are you doing?" Stiles questions me, as he glances around the room quickly before turning back to us.

"Wondering whether you were dropped on your head as a baby," I reply, rifling through my bag to find my history books.

"No I mean at this table?" he questions me, swinging his head round again. I frown wondering what was going on.

"I'm here to help Boyd, I have no idea what the hell you're doing," I reply, rolling my eyes.

"I'm here to…talk to Boyd," Stiles tells me. I glance over at Boyd who was looking between the two of us in confusion. I nod towards Boyd, giving Stiles an encouraging gesture with my hand. "You got the keys?" Stiles asks Boyd, causing me to smile realizing I did know what was going on. It was for Stiles, Scott, Allison and Lydia who were going out tonight. Boyd stretches out his hand, holding the keys in his fingers. Stiles smiles reaching out for them, but Boyd holds them tight as Stiles tries to pry them from his grip. I hold my hand over my mouth giggling at the expression on his face.

"This isn't a favour, it's a transaction," Boyd reminds Stiles.

"Right, yeah," Stiles says, releasing the keys and reaching into his pocket, "absolutely," placing a bill on the table.

Boyd looks down at it and then back up, "I said 50," he tells him.

"Really?" Stiles remarks in surprise, "I remember 20. I don't know I have a really good verbal memory and I remember 20. I remember that distinct twa sound twa-enty."

"I said 50, with the fa sound, hear the difference?" Boyd asks, his words unamused.

"Uh," Stiles begins as Boyd leans forward.

"If you can't, I can demonstrate some other words with the fa sound," he tells him.

Stiles's eyes widen at the words, "No, I think I'm recalling it now. Maybe I just got it confused with for-ty," he remarks, reaching into his pocket and pulling out another bill. Boyd doesn't respond reaching into his lunch and grabbing a chip, I lean back into my chair grinning. Stiles sighs before looking at me, "Come on man, look at Ethel, my best friend doing you a favour surely you could cut off ten for her best friend."

I glare at him as Boyd turns to me, "No way, if you want to do me a favour make him pay full price," I demand smiling as Stile's face drops.

"Ethel, come on, help me out," Stiles begs.

"No," I reply shaking my head.

Stiles clenches his fists, glaring out me, "You are so evil," he tells me.

"Remember this next time you forget I exist," I encourage him. Stiles sighs, before reaching into his pocket and delivering the last ten. Boyd smiles as he looks at it, handing the keys to Stiles.

"Thanks," Stiles says getting up before turning back to me, "just so you know next time you get a mention, its going to be about how evil you are."

I laugh, "Its something at least," I call after him as walks away. I roll my eyes at the look Stiles delivers me before turning to face Boyd, "So history," I say, opening the book to the page I had marked.

"You sure you're," Boyd begins before his eyes are drawn away from me. I turn round in confusion before catching what has caught his attention. Clad in a leather jacket over a white singlet, leather mini skirt and leopard print stilettos came Erica. The name entered my mind instantly as if I had remembered it. Erica, the epileptic nervous girl, walking into the room with a confidence that was envy worthy. Dark makeup around the eyes and red lipstick, every eye in the room was drawn to her. She reaches down at someone's table but I'm unable to see what she's doing, she steps backwards an apple now in hand before heading out the door again.

I watch as Scott and Stiles both get up, "Be back in a sec," I inform Boyd, standing up to join them as we race out after her. We push open the school doors to catch Erica hoping into a black Camaro with Derek Hale, she waves as Derek smiles before they drive away. "This isn't good is it?" I ask, as I see Scott's jaw clench.

"Look Ethel as much as I feel the pain of your situation, I just don't have the time to come and get you," Stiles tells me, his voice apologetic.

"Stiles you asked how you could gain my forgiveness, this is pretty much it," I claim desperately. I dropped my bag on the school steps slumping down on them. Staying back to do some extra study had never been such a bad idea. My Uncle's car had decided not to work and now Stiles was claiming he couldn't pick me up, even though I knew he had reasonable amount of time before the thing tonight. I had no idea who Riley got a ride with, maybe she knew someone who could get me home. Anything but walking.

"Ethel your killing me here," Stiles complains.

"That's pretty much the plan," I retort in annoyance.

"Why'd you stay back so late at school in the first place?" he questions me.

I sigh, "Because I could, and I needed to talk to one of the teachers and," my eyes are drawn up as I hear the sound of a car.

"And?" Stiles prompts me.

"I'm going to call you back," I inform him as I warily watch Derek climb out of the Camaro, parked in the same place as it had been when him and Erica had driven off.

"Need a ride," he calls to me, leaning causally against his car.

"No," I respond instantly, more than just a little concerned at his timing, "don't you have better things to do, like I don't know go around biting more teenagers. Wow that sounds almost as disturbing when spoken out loud as it actually is," I say, though the look I receive makes me wish I could take the words back. Might be best to let Scott place judgement on him in future.

"The offer's going once," he tells me.

"Good cause I was only planning on declining once," I respond. I all of a sudden wish I was standing up because the look I receive makes me want to back up. My eyes drop to my phone as I hear a text come through.

From Stiles

Can't give you a ride, will find someone to though, promise.

I roll my eyes, glancing up again to find Derek back in his car, closing the door. I sigh, the thought of walking rendering me temporarily insane. "Wait," I call out, grabbing my bag and heading down the steps. I make my round to the passenger side, realizing what a bad idea this is. The door is already open and I slip into the car, cringing as I remember Erica doing the same thing. Its not like Derek was dangerous I remind myself as I close the door behind me, its just he wasn't the best person in the world. "What are you even doing here?" I question him as the engine roars to life.

"Passing through," he replies cryptically, making me narrow my eyes. I clutch my bag, wondering if he had been keeping tabs on Scott, Stiles and most concernedly me. I pull my phone out of front of me, responding to Stiles that I now had a ride. The silence stretches out between the two of us, causing me to shift in my seat uncomfortably, I wondered if walking was a preferable option.

"Nice car," I comment, when the silence became unbearable, "I mean does your family come from money cause it had to be expensive," I add when I receive no response. "Or you have a really good job, though I really can't imagine you with like a desk job no offense, or any job for that matter," I tell him, wishing that I would stop talking or he would start.

"Ethel," he says, "shut up or I'm going to kick you out of this car." My eyes widen at his words, wondering if he was actually serious. One look at the annoyed expression on his face told me he was. I turn to look out the window, the sun was just beginning to descend in the sky. I twist my phone around in my hands, my mind wandering in dangerous circles, thinking about how dangerous Derek really was. Turning teenagers into werewolves seemed like a bad thing to do, but it also didn't scream danger. Yet he was a werewolf, an alpha werewolf, not that I even knew what that meant but it seemed dangerous.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he tells me, seeming to be able to read my mind.

"Maybe I'm worried you'll bite me," I counter, feeling the need to act more confident than I felt.

"I don't turn people unless they're willing," he informs me. I can feel his eyes on me even though they appeared to be focused on the road straight ahead.

"So would you then, turn me, if I agreed?" I question him curiously.

"Would you agree?" he asks me, turning to face me.

"No," I say without much thought.

"Would you, if I told you it could bring all your memories back?" he questions me.

I take a deep breath, eyes straying back out the window, anything to get my face away from his gaze, "If you could promise me without a doubt that it'd bring back my memories, yeah I'd be tempted. But you can't promise that, can you?"

"No," he admits, "not when the cause of the amnesia is psychological which yours is."

I swing my head round, "What makes you think its psychological?" I ask, wondering where he had got the idea. He doesn't respond, just gives me a look that seems to imply I knew exactly why he thought that. Which irritated me because I didn't, I knew the doctors thought that but he wouldn't know that unless. I stop the thought pattern the realization not one I wanted to have. The car slows and I have never been more happy to see the house that I didn't remember. "Wait a second," I murmur right before I'm about to hop out, "I never told you were I lived."

"The term you're searching for is thank you," he tells me, his eyes boring into mine.

"I'm really not," I reply slowly, opening the door and getting out the door as fast as I could. I watch the car reverse, releasing a sigh of relief when it fades from view. Something about that entire interaction felt too intense.

"Ethel," I'm stopped by both Scott and Stiles who approach me, frowns on both their faces.

"Oh no," I murmur, knowing something must be going wrong.

"Have you seen Boyd?" Scott asks me concerned.

I shake my head, falling into step with the two of them, "No he was supposed to meet me in the library to go over a few things again but he didn't show up," I inform them, "he's not I mean you're not worried about Derek turning him are you?" I question. I could see the appeal in it for Boyd, but that wasn't what I wanted for him. Scott gives me a look that basically tells me the answer I dread, yes. "I'll call him," I tell them, bringing out my phone as Scott gives Stiles instructions to check Boyd's house. "No answer," I tell them, my eyes catching the look on Stiles face. "Stiles?" I question.

"Maybe we should let him, Boyd you know? You said Derek's giving them a choice," Stiles reasons.

I hit Stiles on the arm without thought, "No way, hes playing on their insecurities to give him more power and take it from a girl that has plenty of insecurities that is cold," I hiss at Stiles. The truth was I liked Boyd, he had been nice to me and he didn't deserve to become a werewolf and then be hunted by the Argents.

"Yeah that may be true, but you got to admit Erica looks pretty good, you know the word sensational comes to mind," Stiles argues, I had to give him a point for the argument it was true.

"Yeah. How good do you think she's going to look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?" Scott asks, bringing in the harsh reality that any new werewolf had to face into focus.

"All right, all I'm saying is that maybe this one isn't your responsibility," Stiles points out.

I nod, "He's right Scott, this isn't all on you, you realize that right?" I ask him.

"Your wrong Ethel, this is going to get out of control and that makes me responsible," Scott responds, his words seeming scarily adult.

"All right, we're with you," Stiles tells him and I nod in agreement, "and I got to say this newfound heroism is making me very attracted to you," he jokes as Scott pushes him away.

"Shut up," Scott tells him.

"No, seriously. Do you want to just try making out for a second?" he teases making me laugh.

"I can video it," I tell them.

"Guys," Scott warns.

"Fine shutting up, what should I be doing?" I question them, as we arrive at the entrance to the school.

"Stay here and see if he shows up," Scott tells me.

I sigh, "I hate that job," I mutter as the two of them walk away.

There was no word about Boyd by the time I get home, this time getting a much safer ride from Lydia thanks to the fact her and Riley were hanging out, possibly with Allison. "Ethel that you?" I hear my name being called from the garage of the house. I head over to find Uncle Hector bent over the hood of the car, obviously trying to fix it.

"Hey, any luck?" I question, jumping up on the workbench to watch him.

"No, but its been a long time seen I've done this," he explains to me.

I nod, "You, I mean, did you see the car, you know Aunt Elle and Uncle Patrick's one?" I ask him nervously.

Hector looks up, wiping the grease from his hands as he comes to stand beside me, "No, why would you ask?"

"It was definitely a car accident though, not something else," I question, my mind unable to shake the dream from the previous morning.

"Ethel what's going on?" he asks me, his voice thoroughly concerned.

I shake my head, "Its just I don't know, there was nothing weird about it was there?"

Hector takes a few seconds to reply before sighing, "The only strange thing was the direction the car was heading," he confesses.

"What direction was that?" I ask him, frowning in thought.

"They were on the road back here, to Beacon Hills," he informs me.