Andy

"Okay," Stiles said slowly. "I know what you guys are thinking, but its me. Okay? I swear to god that it is me." Ethan and Aiden growled and shoved past Scott and me. Stiles dropped the emitter when they grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off the ground. They pinned up against the school's extra lockers.

"Stop!" Scott cried, but Ethan and Aiden ignored him. He raced forward, and knocked both of them to the side. Aiden snarled, but Scott howled. "I said stop!" he roared. Aiden backed down. I took a couple paces forward. We all stood in a circle around Stiles. He looked at each of us before looking to Scott.

"It's me, Scott. I swear it is me. I don't know where I've been the last few days or what I've been doing, but this is me. I promise." he told him.

"Do you know what happened at the hospital?" Aiden scoffed. Another thing that I didn't hear about.

"I know more than that." Stiles said, showing us a blue bag. He picked up a blueprint. "You see this? A blueprint of the hospital's electrical wiring. All these markings in red? That's my handwriting." We all crouched down to get a better look. "I know I did this. I caused the accident." What did he do? What accident? "Everything in this bag can be part of something more."

"What the hell have you been up to?" Ethan scoffed. He was holding up a saw.

"I think something worse." Stiles said dreadfully. "A lot worse."

"What exactly happened at the hospital?" I asked.

"I cut the electrical wiring on the roof. A vehicle ran into a fire hydrant and water started to spread on the cement. The electrical wire hit the water and everyone standing there got electrocuted." Ethan answered.

"Isaac is in the hospital. He's one of the ones who got electrocuted." Scott added. We started taking everything out of the bag. There was ropes, wire, layouts.

"What the hell were you doing? Building a terminator?" Aiden retorted.

"Thank you for that." Stiles scoffed.

"Guys, this is a map." Scott frowned.

"A map for what?" I asked.

"That's the cross country trail." Aiden said, pointing to a trail that was highlighted in red.

"That's the Tate car," Scott added. "Where Malia Tate's family died."

"That's where her father put the steel draw trap." Stiles added.

"We need to stop them from getting there." I said quietly. "They're leaving for a run right away. Scott, they could get severely hurt." I insisted. Coach made cross-country mandatory for the lacrosse team. Kai and River are there. Silently, we all filed out and up the stairs. I looked down the hall, just to be sure that I wasn't being watched. I followed them outside.

"Come on, we have to stop them." Scott said. He and Ethan sprinted forward. I hope we get to them in time.


Melody

I was walking down the street when I heard this noise. It hurt, but it was compelling. For some reason, I felt drawn to it. I couldn't help but follow it. I slid open the door. I knew this place. I remembered being here once, when I told Andy I was leaving to join our parents. But if my stuff was all here, then why didn't I remember? If I was staying here, then I must have been good friends with that man. Why don't I remember him? I didn't notice the man standing there. He held the emitter in his hand, a scowl on his face. He turned to see me. The expression on his face changed.

"Melody," he said softly.

"Why did that thing bring me here?" I asked him.

"I don't know." he said. "But I know who put it here." he started walking out the door.

"Who?" I asked.

"Argent." he replied. The name seems familiar, but I can't remember it. Why can't I remember so many things?

"Are you going to see Argent?" I asked him.

"Yes," he replied. He turned to face me. "You're welcome to come," he told me. "If you want," he said quietly. I thought for a moment. I want to know how I knew him. Try to fill in the blanks in my memory. Maybe going with him will help me to that.

"Sure," I shrugged. "I've got nothing else to do. My brother insists on attending school, so I'm along until he gets out." I told him.

"Andy loves school." he nodded.

"You clearly seem to know my name, but what is yours?" I asked. He looked hurt, but he replied anyways.

"Derek."

"Well, Derek," I smiled. "Let's go." I lead the way out of the loft.

"You don't remember the Argents, do you?" Derek asked once we were outside. He still had the emitter in his hand.

"No." I shook my head. "Who are they?"

"They were a family of werewolf hunters." he replied. "When I first found you and your brother, you were in the forest. They had shot each of you twice with a special bullet. It took longer to heal. Scott, a beta in my pack, and his human friend Stiles helped me carry you and Andy to the loft. We gave you a place in our pack. The Argents are retired now."

"From what I heard, it was a weak pack." I told him.

"From what you heard?" Derek raised his eyebrow.

"I don't remember anything from that pack. It's weird. Some places trigger something, like a feeling. I felt it in the loft. I just don't know how to grasp it." I sighed.

"Maybe it's your mind fighting to remember everything," Derek suggested.

"Hopefully." I nodded. "I know I should trust my parents. I mean, they are my parents. And you're just some stranger. But for some reason, I feel like I can trust you more than I can trust them. I don't even know why I'm telling you this." I laughed.

"Because your memories may be gone, but your emotions aren't. You don't remember, but you still feel that I can be trusted." Derek smiled. This is good. Maybe this will help. "We're here." Derek said. We walked inside and stepped into the elevator. He pushed the button for the top floor.

"Say I want to remember," I told him. "Where would I go? Is there anyone that would be able to help me?"

"There is one man that I can think of." he nodded. "Deaton."

"Where can I find him?" I asked.

"He runs the animal clinic here in town." he told me as the elevator door opened. We didn't have to walk far. Derek stopped at the door that was labeled, four hundred and two. He opened it without flinching and walked in. I followed him. He led me into an office and he stabbed the emitter into the desk. I heard the elevator come back up.

"Someone's here." I told Derek.

"We'll hide over here," Derek said. We went into another room, and waited. I could hear footsteps coming from the hall. I saw a man with a gun walk into the office. That must be Argent. Derek nodded for me to follow him, and we walked into the office. "Lose something?" Derek hissed. Argent turned around but Derek knocked the gun out of his hand. He had his claws at Argents neck, but Argent pulled out another gun and pressed it against Derek's temple. I stood there, unsure what to do.

"Why are you breaking into my apartment?" Argent hissed.

"Why are you leaving your emitters in my loft?" Derek snarled.

"I have no idea why that would be in your loft," Argent told Derek. He took his gun away from his head, and Derek retracted his claws. Argent walked around to his desk. "I spent the last two days looking for Stiles." he said. Stiles. I know that name. A face came to mind, which is the first since I forgot about everyone in the pack. I couldn't come up with a face for anyone else. Isaac. Allison. Lydia. Scott. They were all blanks. This is my first time leaving the house, so I couldn't have seen Stiles anywhere. But how come I know what he looks like?

"Any luck?" Derek asked hopefully.

"No." Argent shook his head.

"Me neither." Derek sighed. "Okay, so we are both trying to find Stiles. Mind if I ask what you plan on doing if you find him?"

"Well that depends on which Stiles I find." Argent replied.

"Stiles Stilinski. That's the human, right? He's human, but he's still a member of the pack. He's the sarcastic one, right?" I asked.

"Did Andy tell you all of that?" Derek asked.

"He must have." I shrugged. "Was I right though?"

"Yeah." Derek nodded. "You were." Did Andy tell me that? I haven't really been talking to him lately. He must have told me that though. Unless, I shook the possibility out of my head. Why would I be remembering Stiles? I haven't talked to him. If anything, shouldn't I be remembering Derek? I've been with him for a while, and nothing about him comes up. There's no way. Andy told me. He had to of told me. Argent frowned suddenly, and walked over to the cabinet. Curiously, Derek and me followed. He touched the handle.

"Broken." he said quietly. He looked at me, and then to Derek before opening it. A case was inside. "This isn't mine." he told us. Derek took a step forward. "Careful," Argent said. He reached his hand around the edges of the case before picking it up and putting it on the desk. We crowded around it. Slowly, he opened it. There was money inside.

"How much do you think that it?" Derek asked.

"One hundred and fifty thousand." Argent replied. "But it doesn't make sense. We never took the money." As usual, I had no idea what they were talking about.

"Who's money is it?" I asked.

"It belonged to a man named Katashi. He has a nickname,"

"You mean something like, silver finger?" a man said. Three FBI agents had arrived. The one who spoke held up a plastic bag with a silver finger inside.

"Where did you get that?" Argent frowned.

"Off Katashi's dead body." he replied.


Andy

I saw River and Kai among the runners. I raced at them, and knocked them off their feet.

"What the hell Andy?" Kai groaned. I had knocked the wind out of them. River was trying to catch his breath. I helped them stand. I ignored their complaints as we joined the others. Scott and Stiles had managed to stop the runners. They were all crowded around Stiles. He bent down, and picked up a chain. Slowly, he followed it, lifting it up off the ground. Nothing was at the other end. Coach started clapping.

"Congratulations, Stilinski. You found a length of chain." he laughed. "Can somebody now please tell me what the hell is going on?" I frowned. Something was off. There was a wire near Coach's feet. Scott realized it at the same time that I did.

"Coach!" Scott gasped but it was too late. Coach stepped in the wire, and an arrow came flying, hitting him in the stomach. Nobody dared to make a sound.

"Oh crap." Coach muttered as he fell onto his back. Everyone crowded around him. He opened his eyes, and he started freaking out. "Get it out of me! Get it out of me!" he screamed. "Oh my god! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

"Coach, you aren't going to die." Stiles told him.

"I'm going to die!" Coach cried, ignoring Stiles.

"It will hurt less if you stop moving, Coach." Aiden told him.

"Get it out of me!" Coach hollered.

"Stay still Coach!" I said to him. "An ambulance is on it's way."

"Get back!" Ethan told everyone. "Give him some room!" Scott was taking away some of Coach's pain.

"I think he just passed out." Aiden muttered. Stiles's hands were covered in blood.

"I could have killed him." Stiles muttered. "Oh god, he could have died. What if it was his head? Or his throat?"

"But it wasn't." Scott insisted. "And he's going to be alright."

"I can hear the ambulance." I told them.

"And my dad." Stiles said.


Melody

"You are under arrest." The FBI agent said, putting handcuffs and Argent and Derek.

"We didn't do anything." Argent told them, but they ignored him. The FBI agent walked over to me.

"Melody," he dipped his head.

"Do I know you?" I asked him. His name tag read Agent McCall.

"Funny." he scoffed. "Every other time I saw you, Stilinski was always with you."

"Well he's missing, so he's obviously not with me now." I retorted.

"You're going to have to come with us for questioning." he said. I didn't say anything, and followed them out. They put me in the back of the police car with Derek and Argent.

"Don't do anything," Argent told us. "I want to know why they are taking us in," Derek didn't seem too pleased with the plan. They grabbed Argent roughly when we reached the station. They took him first, followed by Derek. I got out after Derek. They handcuffed them to the bench. I sat down next to Derek. Another officer came over to me.

"Hello, I am Deputy Perish and I'd like to ask you a few questions." he told me.

"Sure." I shrugged.

"Alright. First, lets start with your name." he had a pen, waiting for me to respond.

"Melody." I told him.

"Last name?" he asked.

"Hale." I answered immediately. Derek's face seemed to light up. I frowned. Hale? Why did I say that? My family's last name is Cooper. That's what my mother's and father's last name is. Why did I say Hale? Who's last name is it? Is it mine? Why would I have a different last name? It felt normal to say it. Like I had always said it. But why?

"Age?" he asked.

"Twelve." I replied.

"Birthday?" Deputy Perish said.

"March twenty-first." I told him.

"Alright, follow me." I followed him into a room with bare walls. I sat down at the table in and he sat on the other side. "What were you doing in that apartment earlier this morning?" he asked me.

"I was with Derek." I said slowly. "We went to pay Mr. Argent a visit. When we got there, he wasn't home. But his door was open. We walked in. He came in right after we did. We noticed to cabinet was open too. And there was a case there. Mr. Argent said that it didn't belong to him. We opened it and there was one hundred and fifty thousand dollars inside. That's when the FBI agents showed up." I finished.

"Alright." Perish nodded.

"Is that all?" I asked him. "Can I see my father?" I asked him. Mother and Father will wonder why I've been away so long.

"That would be Derek Hale, right?" Perish asked. Derek's last name is Hale? My last name is Hale. Or, at least that is what I said it was. Why did I say it was Hale anyways? I was staying at Derek place before. Is Derek my real father? "Melody?"

"Yes." I answered.

"Well, I'm sorry. But we're going to have to keep him and Chris Argent over night. Is there anyone else you can stay with tonight?" he asked me. I can't go home. Not until I find out some answers.

"Stilinski." I found myself muttering. A memory came to mind. I was staying in a house, but it wasn't mine. It wasn't the loft either. It was a different one. Andy and me sat at the table, with another man. He was smiling. Another boy came down the stairs and sat down next to me. He was older and taller than us. It was Stiles. Andy and me had stayed at his house before.

"Sheriff Stilinski?" Perish frowned.

"Yes." I nodded. Somehow, I knew that the Sheriff knew me. Maybe he can help me remember.

"I take it you know his son then," Perish told me.

"Yes." I nodded. "Stiles." I sort of know him. I added silently.

"Have you seen Stiles around lately?" Perish asked.

"No." I shook my head.

"If you see him, let the Sheriff know. He's missing." he sighed.

"I know." I nodded.

"The Sheriff is out looking for Stiles. Is there anybody else you can stay with?" Perish asked. Suddenly, I remembered who Derek had said could help me.

"Deaton." I answered. "Doctor Deaton down at the animal clinic."

Here is another update! What do you guys think? Melody is searching for answers, do you think she's close to finding them?

Question: If you could kill off any of my OC's, who would it be, why, and how would you do it?