Many people over the age thirty enjoyed the presence that Avery McDonald offered, simply because she was far more mature, patient and kinder than many other teenagers. People such as her teachers, her parents, her grandparents and the parents of her friends all thought she was the most delightful girl they had met. This also included the Sheriff of Beacon Hills; John Stilinski.

The Sheriff had known Avery for a long time, ever since she was the tender age of three. Back then, Avery had been devastated by her father's disappearance and she herself had attempted to run away. Her mother was frantic, completely wrecked when she turned around at the park one day to find her daughter missing, and had then phoned the police at once, desperate to find her. Sheriff Stilinski, who was then a deputy, had been the one to find her, then convince the oddly mature three years old to return to her home.

"Avery!" Sheriff Stilinski had lightly jogged over to where he spotted the young girl. They were on the main road into Beacon Hills, surrounded by the dense forest that surrounded the entire town.

"Hello Sheriff!" Avery smiled widely, standing up from her kneeling position on the floor. "How are you?" She had noticed him earlier, but there had been others around, such as deputies, civilians and what looked to be a crash site, so she had restrained herself form greeting him.

"Alright," Sheriff stood smiling, his hands on his hips, just above his belt that held up his pants (like usual belts) as well as carried his side arm. "There's been an accident," he pointed behind him to the crash site, "Someone swerved to 'avoid a deer' apparently." The Sheriff said, using his hands to show the quotation marks.

"Drink-driving?" Avery smiled innocently, whilst hitting the nail on the head.

The Sheriff laughed and nodded, telling her that she was correct. It was then he noticed that she was standing at the trunk of her car, with her tool box open in said trunk, with one of her tyres off and a wrench in her hand. "Is everything alright?"

Avery let out a laugh, "I'm just switching my tyres over; I got a flat and pretty sure that I ran over a nail."

"If you want I can give you a lift home and call a tow truck."

"I'm good, but thanks." Avery smiled, before leaning into her trunk and physically dragging out a large, black spare tyre (with some difficulty). She let out a quiet grunt when it finally fell on the floor, "It's not the first time this car has broken down on me." Her car was old, it was a vintage 1968 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28 and she loved it. Perhaps a little too much. Avery had even named it.

Sally.

It was then that Avery realised two things, the first being that it was incredibly late now, at least that is what the pitch black sky was telling her, later confirmed by her glance at her watch – it was now nine o'clock at night, an hour passed her weekday curfew. The second thing Avery realised was that it was cold, which- around Beacon Hills- was an indication that it was definitely going to rain. Perhaps she should get a lift home.

"Actually, Mr Stilinski, a ride home would be really nice." She, with help from the Sheriff, put the tyre back into her trunk and then locked up, walking with the older man to his cruiser.

After putting on his seatbelt the Sheriff turned to the girl in the passenger seat, "That car costs you a lot of money, right?" He waited for her to nod before asking, "So why keep it?"

It was a while before Avery answered and the Sheriff was beginning to think he had offended her, so he looked away and started the car. "It belonged to my grandfather." She had said it plainly, which made the Sheriff take his eyes off the road for a split second to look at her. "He worked a really long time as a mechanic, at first it was just to get the car her dreamed about, that car, but then it was to pay for a wedding, a child, their future, etc." Avery paused when they stopped outside her house, before turning to the Sheriff, "My father never really thanked his parents ever, even though they supported him his entire life- they even supported us when I was a baby 'cause my dad couldn't." She sighed, looking up at her house, "When my father left, Troy bought my granddad that car, as a way to apologise for 'taking' his son's place. But granddad never thought about it that way, he always said he simply thought that his daughter-in-law deserved better than his own son, but he accepted it anyway." Avery giggled, "He just really wanted the car. So when he died, he left it to the granddaughter who also 'deserved better'."

The Sheriff smiled sadly, understanding on his face. "He sounds like an amazing person."

"Oh, he was. He was also very funny, a touch racist and incredibly sarcastic."

The Sheriff smirked, "I'm familiar with sarcastic." He paused, wondering if she knew his son, "Stiles is the most sarcastic person in the world." At Avery's straight face he understood that she was clearly familiar with his only child. "Well, you better get inside, after all; you have school tomorrow."

Avery smiled weakly, emotionally drained from the last week, plus the memories or her grandfather as well as hearing about Stiles, from his own father. "Thanks again, Sheriff." She got out, smiled at him, waving slightly before jogging towards her house, trying to avoid the rain that she had predicted that would fall.

God, she was beginning to dislike her life.

It was later that week when she saw Stiles once more. It was after school had finished and Avery was with her little brother in the grocery store, picking up their family's weekly shop. Stiles was also there, with his father, whom had insisted he join them – the reason for this unknown to Stiles himself, but he still managed to complain about it.

"Avery!" Taylor giggled as his sister tickled him as he sat in the seat at the front of the shopping cart. "Stop, please!"

"I don't know… you've been very naughty!" As soon as the last words exited her lips she swooped down to tickle her little brother once more. His reaction was immediate. Shrieks and tears of laughter erupted from the boy like lava from a volcano.

"Avery?" The girl in question froze when she heard her own name fall out of the lips of none other than Stiles Stilinski… Could she not catch a break? Honestly, she would rather be struck by lightning than have to suffer through any conversation this (rubbish) greeting could possibly lead to.

At least her getting struck by lightning could lead to her gaining special skills or powers, which then of course would lead her to becoming a superhero… What would she call herself? Avery considered it, before deciding it would all depend on what power she would gain.

"Avy?" Taylor poked his sister, whom was staring passed Stiles in a dazed manner, who himself was beginning to feel uncomfortable – something that would later make Avery slightly sadistically happy.

"Huh?" Avery snapped out of her trance, where she was contemplating a serious career in becoming a superhero (with or without a power, after all; if Batman could do it, why couldn't she?), just as Stiles father turned the corner, with his own shopping cart.

"Stiles, why would you leave the cart alone?" The Sheriff spoke to his delinquent-like son that had abandoned both him and the cart in the pasta aisle, before spotting Avery and smiling widely. "Hello there, Avery!"

"Hi Sheriff!" Avery smiled at him, incredibly relieved that she won't be forced into an awkward conversation with his son now that the parental unit had arrived. "How are you?"

"I'm good." The Sheriff smiled before looking at the young boy who was slightly hiding behind his sister in the cart, "Is this Taylor? He's so big now!"

"I'm a big boy now!" Taylor cheered, throwing his hands in the air.

The Sheriff chuckled, before turning to his son, "So why did you leave the cart?"

Stiles awkwardly stared at his dad, not really sure why he wanted to talk to Avery in the first place – he just did. He thinks she's been avoiding him, but he was not sure as to why – he remembers her asking him something about a week ago, but had been in such a rush to go with Scott to do wolfy business that he just said yes to everything she said and walked away. Maybe he had offended her?

"No reason."

Avery was crushed. First off all she's stood up, now she's not even important enough to be explained to his dad? If she didn't hate him already, she did now. Why did she spend so many years chasing after this little shit?

"We should go. Bye." God, Avery hated herself right now. She was genuinely tearing up. She hated that he could make her feel so bad about herself. What did she do to deserve this?, Avery thought as she turned to go home. She was a good girl, never did anything she shouldn't, not a toe out of line.

…Maybe that was the problem?