Author's Note: Yes Erica has an insidious plot but we love her anyway. I own nothing.

2. School

Scott McCall had to do a double take when he saw Stiles walk into school that day. He could not remember the last time he'd seen Stiles in a dress. Allison peeked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

"Is that Stiles?" It was a legitimate question. She barely looked like herself. She was wearing a dark green sun dress with short cap sleeves and sunflowers printed around the hem. Instead of her normal red converse she was wearing small slip on flats and looked very uncomfortable. As she drew closer he saw she was wearing makeup, she was even wearing lipstick. Her hair was tied up in two small braids that came together into one that barely reached the base of her neck. She looked nice but uncomfortable. She slammed open her locker and stuffed a few books into it. Scott held back a laugh, she was pouting.

"Stiles, everything ok?" Stiles glared.

"Erica and Boyd showed up at my house last night. Nightmares again. But then Erica decided that it would be a good idea to pay me back by picking out what I wore for today. So, I'm wearing a dress for the first time since winter formal and we all know how well that went. Then they basically kidnapped me into Boyd's van and she did my makeup while he drove us to school. I had to leave my baby at home!" All of them shuddered at the memory of that disastrous night as Stiles pouted. Scott looked Stiles up and down again and snorted.

"This isn't funny." Scott held back a laugh.

"It's a little funny, but you do look nice." Erica popped up by Stiles' shoulder a wicked grin on her face.

"Nice? She looks fabulous. Am I right Lydia?" The redhead paused as she walked past and nodded looking Stiles up and down.

"Not bad, could be better but still not bad." Stiles rolled her eyes as Lydia walked away. The bell rang and they all hurried off to class. Unbeknownst to them they were being watched.

Peter Hale smiled to himself. Thanks to sweet little Lydia he was back and breathing the air again. The only downside was he'd lost his Alpha status, thanks to his dear nephew slitting his throat. Even better than that was the fact that dying and being resurrected seemed to have done wonders for either his memory or his sense of smell, he honestly wasn't sure which. But he was sure that he really should have noticed. But what was most important was that he had noticed, and dear sweet Derek hadn't. He smiled to himself as he took another long inhale, breathing in the familiar scent. It had changed slightly with time but that tang was still there, as it had been when she was a child. Magic flowed through her veins and if he could get his hands on it there would be nothing to stop him. Little Mieczyslaw was all grown up, why she'd chosen to change her name he had no idea but he didn't care because it seemed that none of her packmates had realized her potential. Her Spark still burned bright though it was almost as if someone had thrown a blanket over a lamp, muting the light within. All Peter had to do was coax the fire high enough to burn through that barrier and he would have the weapon he needed to take down the Alpha pack heading towards Beacon Hills.

Stiles was changing into her lacrosse gear alone in the girl's locker room. She was the only female member of the team. She'd tried out as a show of solidarity for Scott but someone on the school board had thought it would be a good idea to allow a girl on the team, stating something about diversity. The coach had had no choice but to put her on the team. She never made first line, hell she'd never been out on the field but ever since Scott had been bitten she'd been getting better. She accredited it to all the time she spent training with teen wolves. She also accredited her higher levels of paranoia to the same teen wolves. So when she heard a locker door slam closed in what should have been an empty locker room she grabbed her lacrosse stick which she'd seen fit to coat with a thin layer of mountain ash before repainting it. She'd tested it on Scott and it could still do some damage even with the paint over the ash. She also had wolfs-bane laced pepper spray but that had likely slipped to the bottom of her backpack by now.

"Hello?" There was no reply, but honestly, she wasn't expecting one. She was starting to feel like a damsel in a horror film, the kind where no one survived. There were days she hated her life. She peeked around the first row of lockers. Nothing. Tightening her grip on her weapon she rounded the next corner. Still nothing. She sighed. Even she admitted that there were times she was overly cautious. She stalked back over to her locker she grabbed her socks and threw her lacrosse stick into the locker. She paused.

"You're right behind me, aren't you?" She whirled reaching for her weapon only to stop short.

"Lydia? What the hell are you doing in here? Shouldn't you be out on the bleachers with Alison?" There was a blank look to the red heads eyes. It was almost like there was no one in there. Stiles waved her hand in front of the red heads face, she didn't even blink. Slowly, careful to keep Lydia in her sights at all times she fumbled and grabbed her phone. She had put Derek's cell on speed dial for just such an occasion. She called, praying he would pick up as Lydia continued to stare blankly at Stiles. Derek picked up on the third ring.

"What?" Stiles continued her stare down with Lydia.

"Something's wrong at the school." There was a brief pause and what sounded like jingling keys.

"Be specific." Lydia twitched.

"Lydia. Somethings not right with her. She snuck into the girl's locker room and has been staring at me for like five minutes without saying a damn thing. And she's got this look in her eyes like there's no one home." There was a slightly longer pause from the other end of the line.

"Stiles did you call me because one of your friends, who I might mention isn't a member of my pack, is acting strange." Stiles nodded as Lydia twitched again.

"Yes, I did. And I've been on the phone with you in front of her this whole time and she still hasn't said a thing. And Jackson's in your pack, and where Jackson goes Lydia follows." Stiles said glancing towards her phone. That was her mistake. The second she took her eyes off of Lydia the redhead raised the hand that had been twitching and opened her palm. As Stiles turned her attention back to her she blew into a small pile of powder that lay in her palm. Stiles coughed and gagged as Derek began to shout over the phone. Stiles felt the phone fall from her hand as she fell back into her locker crashing into her bag her lacrosse stick hitting her in the head as she fell. Faintly she heard a howl as the world spun and went black.

The howl rang through Beacon Hills startling Jackson, Isaac and Scott on the field. It wasn't a call, it was a warning. Something was happening to one of their pack. Scott glanced around, Erica and Boyd were sitting on the bleachers with Allison. Then it had to be Derek in trouble, but that was Derek's howl still ringing in his ears, but then who? Erica took off at a run towards the girl's locker room and Scott's heart nearly stopped. Stiles still hadn't come out of the locker room. The black Camaro came screeching around the corner. Derek parked it and came stalking out of it and towards the locker room as Erica came running out. She went straight up to Derek, her eyes glowing gold, Scott could hear them easily.

"Stiles' isn't in the locker room. Smells like Lydia was there. There was someone else in there to though, I could smell it. I didn't recognize the scent though." Derek growled and his eyes flashed red. He shoved past his beta and stuck his nose into the locker room. A low growl of rage built in his throat. He snarled as he pulled back.

"That's not possible. He's dead." Scott was getting antsy.

"Derek who? What happened to Stiles?" Derek turned to Scott. His eyes were glowing a blood red and his teeth were starting to lengthen. He did manage to spit out a name though, one that set everyone's teeth on edge.

"Peter."